Swimsuit Shopping

I haven't bought a new swim suit in several years. The last time I did, it was a maternity suit, so you can imagine how outdated my non-maternity suit is (although, truthfully, the maternity suit might still fit). My sister, Karen, lives right by the Guadalupe River, and the kids and I are going to visit on our long weekend (poor Kevin has to work)! It's our nephew, Tyler's, 15th birthday on Sunday, so our whole family is going to celebrate. I keep pondering things like "At what age is it acceptable to start wearing a mumu?"

Since Meg's at school, I loaded up the little ones and we went to Academy to buy swim supplies (life vests, new floaties for the pool, stuff like that). I browsed through the suits, and found one that I liked. That's a big part of the battle right there. Do you want to know what else I did? I bought one off the rack, WITHOUT EVEN TRYING IT ON! It was on sale, it was my size, so I bit the bullet and bought it. And do you know what? It actually fits pretty well! I'm not going to turn any heads, but right now, that's not a bad thing! I was feeling pretty good until I realized that Brandon (my 17-year-old nephew) was going to be bringing his 17-year-old girlfriend with him. Took the wind out of my sails. Sigh. I guess I'll just try not to stand by her for the whole day.

A Budding Comedian

Check out this video. Out of the blue, Owen has started telling knock-knock jokes! So darn cute! Turn up the volume and be prepared to "awww" at one of the lamest jokes ever!

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My Mom

I really have the best Mom (and Dad, but this day is all about her!) in the world! Growing up, I knew that I was lucky, but after becoming a mom myself, I appreciate her more and more! She was the kind of mom who always made homemade cookies and cupcakes for no special reason (and still is). If I have a question about a fever, I call my mom. If I have a question about cooking a chicken, I call my mom. If something good happens, I call my mom. If I've had a day from hell (sick kids, or whatever), I call my mom. She's the best Mimi to my kids (and my nephews). She had 3 kids, lived out in the boonies and I never remember hearing her complain. I complain daily about something or other, and can't see how she did it! She never talked about "me" time and girls' weekends (like, ahem, I do). She didn't have a regular babysitter so that she and dad could go out without us. Her job was us. And I thank God for her every day. If my kids can feel halfway as lucky to have me for a mom as I am for her, then I'll be very lucky, indeed!

I love you, Mom! Wish I was there today!

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