Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Jackson and Ben love to play outside when I grill, and Jackson told me to turn around so I could see what he and Ben were doing. Jackson was leading caged Ben around by a leash on the cage. I told him to stop before someone got hurt, but then told them to let me take a picture for you.
Five years ago, a plus sign appeared on a stick on Grandma Stockman's birthday, meaning a) we were having a baby and b) nothing could ever top what we gave Grandma Stockman that birthday - the name Grandma. So now on her fourth birthday as a grandma, we can only provide cupcakes, Mexican food, and a serenade complete with sombreros. Happy birthday, Grandma!
Three day weekend - two free concert tickets, three songs listened to before we abandoned, one trip to Westador institution El Imperial, two stomach aches, eight am wake-up at home (with boys at grandparents'), one wedding, four servings of steak between us, and what really mattered - her two eyes and nothing to distract me. Thanks to all the grandparents who made this possible.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Thanks to my co-worker Keith, I had tickets to the Texans pre-season game against the Saints, five rows back from the field! It was a surprise for Jackson, who never put together the surprise's clues - new Texans jersey and ear plugs. His first game was mostly successful, but he didn't care for the cannons fired after we scored. (That ended up not being much of an issue being as we lost.) Note the covered ears.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
This morning, I awoke to realize I had not woken up. All week, Ben has been restless, waking up at random points in the night, meaning we were constantly waking up too. This morning, I woke up and started getting ready, but everyone else got to keep sleeping due to Meet the Teacher Day starting at 9 at the boys' school. When I left around 6:15, everyone was still sleeping. Shen I got to work around 7, I got this picture. Wish I was there.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Every afternoon, I inch along Westpark Tollway. If traffic starts backing up at this sign, I have about fifteen minutes to go. If it backs up before it, it's about five minutes added per half mile. Tonight, it took me ten minutes before I got here. This means commuting sucks.