Usually I take a few minutes to think about my post and read and reread before I hit publish post. Not tonight. I've too much to do before heading to bed.
Today was my first day of preplanning. There should be something illegal about returning to work in July!!!!! Oh, well. It was actually a great day. I feel great about this year. I'm more rested than I was last year. My room is a t-total disaster, but that will come together. And what doesn't happen, doesn't happen. No worries.
Tonight I went to the movies with two of my friends to see Mamma Mia. Let me tell you, if you can spare the $8 (YES!! Our movie theater charges 8 dollars!! That's highway robbery!), you should definitely see it. I found myself wiggling in my seat to the music and laughing. It was probably one of the BEST movies I've seen in a long, long time. I happen to like musicals, so it was good because of the music, but even if you don't enjoy musicals, I think you'll enjoy this movie. It felt so strange to be out on a "school" night--almost sinful. It was so fun!! My favorite scene was "Dancing Queen."
I'm off to do some school work before I hit the sack. Okay, my five bloggy minutes are up. Sweet dreams, friends...I hope you're enjoying the rest of your summer.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sigh of relief
As I read back over the previous two posts, I laugh at myself. I was an emotional basket case, for sure.
Today we got M's new shoes.
No problems. She didn't complain one time. Well, she mentioned that the shoes were a little tight. But she'll get used to that.
She did develop a little blister, but surprisingly, it's on her straight foot, not the club foot. I put a band-aid on the miniscule blister and after a little whining, she was fine. When I was changing her into her pj's, she took the band-aid off right away and was fine after that.
This afternoon, I got a call from "We Fix Feet." (Okay, I made that name up, but I meant the prosthetic company that provided M's shoes).
The message went something like this, "Mrs. Benson, this is Sonya from We Fix Feet. Girl! I should have looked at your check before you left today. You way overpaid us. Give me a call ASAP."
WHAT?!?!
When I was leaving the facility, Sonya was on the phone. She wrote the amount I owed on a sticky note and gave it to me. I filled out my check, handed it to her, and left (well, after she put her call on hold and gave M some stickers for being such a good patient!).
So I called right back.
Our conversation went like this:
Me: Sonya, this is Natalie. What do you mean I overpaid you?
Sonya: GIRL! Your check was way more than you owed.
Me: What? How did that happen?
Sonya: Girl, I don't know. You wrote your check for $183.12, but the shoes were only (ONLY!!!) $83.12.
Me: Laughing. Are you kidding me?? I misread your note. Okay, tear that check up and I'll have H bring you another one tomorrow.
Sonya: This is your lucky day, I guess!
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The shoes were affordable.
M adjusted well.
God sure is good. He provides. If only I'd be still and let Him.
Sorry the photo is sideways. I thought I fixed if in PSE--but my computer is acting up. Isn't that shoe just adorable? The other one is just as cute. M loves jumping in her new shoes because the "clump" around.
Today we got M's new shoes.
No problems. She didn't complain one time. Well, she mentioned that the shoes were a little tight. But she'll get used to that.
She did develop a little blister, but surprisingly, it's on her straight foot, not the club foot. I put a band-aid on the miniscule blister and after a little whining, she was fine. When I was changing her into her pj's, she took the band-aid off right away and was fine after that.
This afternoon, I got a call from "We Fix Feet." (Okay, I made that name up, but I meant the prosthetic company that provided M's shoes).
The message went something like this, "Mrs. Benson, this is Sonya from We Fix Feet. Girl! I should have looked at your check before you left today. You way overpaid us. Give me a call ASAP."
WHAT?!?!
When I was leaving the facility, Sonya was on the phone. She wrote the amount I owed on a sticky note and gave it to me. I filled out my check, handed it to her, and left (well, after she put her call on hold and gave M some stickers for being such a good patient!).
So I called right back.
Our conversation went like this:
Me: Sonya, this is Natalie. What do you mean I overpaid you?
Sonya: GIRL! Your check was way more than you owed.
Me: What? How did that happen?
Sonya: Girl, I don't know. You wrote your check for $183.12, but the shoes were only (ONLY!!!) $83.12.
Me: Laughing. Are you kidding me?? I misread your note. Okay, tear that check up and I'll have H bring you another one tomorrow.
Sonya: This is your lucky day, I guess!
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The shoes were affordable.
M adjusted well.
God sure is good. He provides. If only I'd be still and let Him.
Sorry the photo is sideways. I thought I fixed if in PSE--but my computer is acting up. Isn't that shoe just adorable? The other one is just as cute. M loves jumping in her new shoes because the "clump" around.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Closing Doors
Have you ever closed a door in your life only to have the wind whip it open in the least expected time?
I'm standing in that doorway right now. I'm looking through a door that was closed and locked. Only yesterday, someone used the key that had been thrown away to allow the past to flood back in.
I'm trembling. My insides are all quivery. My adrenaline hasn't slowed down, my heart races, my eyes burn from crying. And crying. And crying some more.
Intellectually, I KNOW this isn't a big deal. Emotionally, I'm a basketcase.
I thought the door was closed forever and that this was all part of M's past.
It seems her past is now her present.
Today she was fitted for her new shoes.
Do you know how hard it is to be cheerful and excited when you want to pull your baby to your chest and scream about how unfair this is? How she endured so much, yet by God's perfect design, doesn't remember any of it? And now...NOW...she'll remember. She'll know. Yet, I have to be the cheerleader for the new shoes. And God never promised fair.
Her new shoes are not ugly. In fact, they remind me of those walking shoes I wore when I was a toddler. I remember my brothers wearing similar shoes. They have a brown sole and are made of white leather. They lace up. When M was a baby, I took the laces out and put in pretty ribbons. I think I'll do that again. I bet not many people will even notice that she shoes are different.
I just had to take a break because I was crying. I grabbed one of my books, curled up on the bed, and read this statement, "The Lord will never put you in a situation without giving you everything you need to do what he has called you to do."
For the second time in two days, a peace that surpasses understanding came over me.
I'm sad for M that she has to go through this. I'm thankful beyond measure that there is a way to correct this problem. I'm thankful that God is in control and I don't have to be. I'm thankful that I can carry this burden to the Cross and leave it.
I don't like that this door has been reopened, but I accept it. I know the Lord will use this for His glory. This is not outside of his plan for M's life. This isn't accidental. This was His plan for her from the beginning of time.
Perhaps He is teaching me not to close and deadbolt any doors?
I'm standing in that doorway right now. I'm looking through a door that was closed and locked. Only yesterday, someone used the key that had been thrown away to allow the past to flood back in.
I'm trembling. My insides are all quivery. My adrenaline hasn't slowed down, my heart races, my eyes burn from crying. And crying. And crying some more.
Intellectually, I KNOW this isn't a big deal. Emotionally, I'm a basketcase.
I thought the door was closed forever and that this was all part of M's past.
It seems her past is now her present.
Today she was fitted for her new shoes.
Do you know how hard it is to be cheerful and excited when you want to pull your baby to your chest and scream about how unfair this is? How she endured so much, yet by God's perfect design, doesn't remember any of it? And now...NOW...she'll remember. She'll know. Yet, I have to be the cheerleader for the new shoes. And God never promised fair.
Her new shoes are not ugly. In fact, they remind me of those walking shoes I wore when I was a toddler. I remember my brothers wearing similar shoes. They have a brown sole and are made of white leather. They lace up. When M was a baby, I took the laces out and put in pretty ribbons. I think I'll do that again. I bet not many people will even notice that she shoes are different.
I just had to take a break because I was crying. I grabbed one of my books, curled up on the bed, and read this statement, "The Lord will never put you in a situation without giving you everything you need to do what he has called you to do."
For the second time in two days, a peace that surpasses understanding came over me.
I'm sad for M that she has to go through this. I'm thankful beyond measure that there is a way to correct this problem. I'm thankful that God is in control and I don't have to be. I'm thankful that I can carry this burden to the Cross and leave it.
I don't like that this door has been reopened, but I accept it. I know the Lord will use this for His glory. This is not outside of his plan for M's life. This isn't accidental. This was His plan for her from the beginning of time.
Perhaps He is teaching me not to close and deadbolt any doors?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
20%
Twenty percent is not a phrase that I'm particularly fond of.
Why? you are probably wondering to yourself. What in the world is she talking about?
Did you know that only 20 percent of pregnancies end in a full term baby?
Did you know that 20 percent of club feet children have to have a second surgery?
Did you know that I followed every single doctor's order on the treatment of my sweet girl's right foot? EVERY.SINGLE.ORDER.
When he said a new cast every week, I was there every single Thursday morning. When he said wear the shoes all day, ever day, she wore them all day, every day. When he said she could wear the shoes only at night, she wore them 14 hours a day. When he said to wear the brace to sleep, she wore it during naps and at night.
Yesterday, I prayed that the Lord would give me peace and trust in our new doctor. He provided both. We had to wait an hour and a half to meet the new doctor. Something held him up with another patient.
While we were waiting, we played the "What's going to happen" game. It goes like this.
M: It's my turn NOW!
Me: No, it's not your turn yet.
M: Yesh, it ish!
Me: No. When it is your turn, the nurse will come out and say, "M*r#t Benson." Then we will get up and go meet the new doctor.
M: Oh.
(two minutes later, M jumps up)
M: They said "M*r#t Benson!" It my turn now!
Repeat scene at least 10 times.
His office staff was very professional and very kind. When the nurse mispronounced M's name, she quickly corrected herself and did not make another mistake.
Another scene for your enjoyment. This one takes place in the exam room. M climbs up on the doctor's rolling chair and I'm instructed to sit on the exam table.
M: I Dr. Brown (not the doctor's real name). You M*r#t.
Me: Okay.
Silence. Obviously, I'm supposed to begin this game.
Me: Hi, Dr. Brown. I'm M*r#t Benson.
M: You not sick. Why you here?
Me: I want you to look at my pretty foot.
Fast forward about 10 minutes. Dr. Brown enters the room and shakes my hand. He leans down and says, "Hi, M*r#t. How are you?"
M: I two (her response to how are you?). Wanna see my pwetty foot?
When he asks her to walk for him, she says, "No, but I eck-ser-size" (exercise) and proceeds to hop around the exam room.
While he was overly impressed with M's personality, he wasn't overly impressed with her sweet little foot.
M is in that 20 percent of club footed kids that require a second surgery. Tomorrow, we have an appt to have her fitted for a pair of corrective tennis shoes. Three months from now, we'll meet with Dr. Brown to discuss my questions and concerns about the second surgery and we'll schedule it after that.
Being in the 20 percent club really stinks.
Why? you are probably wondering to yourself. What in the world is she talking about?
Did you know that only 20 percent of pregnancies end in a full term baby?
Did you know that 20 percent of club feet children have to have a second surgery?
Did you know that I followed every single doctor's order on the treatment of my sweet girl's right foot? EVERY.SINGLE.ORDER.
When he said a new cast every week, I was there every single Thursday morning. When he said wear the shoes all day, ever day, she wore them all day, every day. When he said she could wear the shoes only at night, she wore them 14 hours a day. When he said to wear the brace to sleep, she wore it during naps and at night.
Yesterday, I prayed that the Lord would give me peace and trust in our new doctor. He provided both. We had to wait an hour and a half to meet the new doctor. Something held him up with another patient.
While we were waiting, we played the "What's going to happen" game. It goes like this.
M: It's my turn NOW!
Me: No, it's not your turn yet.
M: Yesh, it ish!
Me: No. When it is your turn, the nurse will come out and say, "M*r#t Benson." Then we will get up and go meet the new doctor.
M: Oh.
(two minutes later, M jumps up)
M: They said "M*r#t Benson!" It my turn now!
Repeat scene at least 10 times.
His office staff was very professional and very kind. When the nurse mispronounced M's name, she quickly corrected herself and did not make another mistake.
Another scene for your enjoyment. This one takes place in the exam room. M climbs up on the doctor's rolling chair and I'm instructed to sit on the exam table.
M: I Dr. Brown (not the doctor's real name). You M*r#t.
Me: Okay.
Silence. Obviously, I'm supposed to begin this game.
Me: Hi, Dr. Brown. I'm M*r#t Benson.
M: You not sick. Why you here?
Me: I want you to look at my pretty foot.
Fast forward about 10 minutes. Dr. Brown enters the room and shakes my hand. He leans down and says, "Hi, M*r#t. How are you?"
M: I two (her response to how are you?). Wanna see my pwetty foot?
When he asks her to walk for him, she says, "No, but I eck-ser-size" (exercise) and proceeds to hop around the exam room.
While he was overly impressed with M's personality, he wasn't overly impressed with her sweet little foot.
M is in that 20 percent of club footed kids that require a second surgery. Tomorrow, we have an appt to have her fitted for a pair of corrective tennis shoes. Three months from now, we'll meet with Dr. Brown to discuss my questions and concerns about the second surgery and we'll schedule it after that.
Being in the 20 percent club really stinks.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
And the winner is...
NUMBER TWO!
Let me run and check to see who that might be.... be right back.
That's my dear friend Elizabeth!!!
Yeah! Wow...she's my REAL LIFE friend. She might get her towel tomorrow afternoon!!!
If you're dying for a towel, I'm sure we can work out a deal. Just let me know.
Congratulations, E! (I almost typed your nickname, but stopped myself just in time!)
I've spent the better part of the day working on a completely adorable polka dotted apron for the my friend who is a caterer. I'm lucky enough to be able to help her out sometimes. She's also my co-teacher for Sunday School. I sure did want to take it to her in the morning, but I'm just too tired to stay up and finish it tonight. I'll finish it up tomorrow and take pictures to show you. I might use the same pattern with some funky fabric to sell at the craft show in October.
I'm heading off to the Land of Nod where dreams do not include slight burns from the iron, missed stitches and much ripping and resewing.
Let me run and check to see who that might be.... be right back.
That's my dear friend Elizabeth!!!
Yeah! Wow...she's my REAL LIFE friend. She might get her towel tomorrow afternoon!!!
If you're dying for a towel, I'm sure we can work out a deal. Just let me know.
Congratulations, E! (I almost typed your nickname, but stopped myself just in time!)
I've spent the better part of the day working on a completely adorable polka dotted apron for the my friend who is a caterer. I'm lucky enough to be able to help her out sometimes. She's also my co-teacher for Sunday School. I sure did want to take it to her in the morning, but I'm just too tired to stay up and finish it tonight. I'll finish it up tomorrow and take pictures to show you. I might use the same pattern with some funky fabric to sell at the craft show in October.
I'm heading off to the Land of Nod where dreams do not include slight burns from the iron, missed stitches and much ripping and resewing.
Friday, July 18, 2008
400th Post: I couldn't wait
Here it is. I couldn't wait. I made M's during her nap in about 30 minutes. I LOVE how it turned out. I'm going to give these to my family members for Christmas. I also think I will sell them at a craft festival where I share a booth with my very talented friend, Aubrey.
What do you think?
What do you think?
It's a white towel with a fun "m" appliqued on it!
You, my dear internets, can also be the proud owner of a cool towel just like this! Well, actually, not just like this. Here are your choices:
This is a luscious chocolate brown bath towel (30 in. x 58 in.) with a beautiful sky-ish, robin's egg blue border. The opposite side is the blue with a brown border. The coordinating fabric is brown with fun, trendy paisleys. 
This is an oversized, decadent chocolate brown bath towel (easily a beach towel, 36 in. x 60 in.). You have two choices for coordinating fabric.
Choice 1: pink fabric with a fun, busy paisley pattern.
Choice 2: SO fun brown fabric with pink polka dots.
Here is how you can win a fun prize!
Leave a comment with your contact information (e-mail, please). Tell me your favorite summer time activity. Then tell me your choice for towel (blue, pink paisley, brown polka dots) and the initial that you want on the towel. I'll draw (and contact) a winner Saturday evening before I go to bed. I'll make your towel Sunday and ship it to you Monday. IF you refer a friend to this blog and she/he leaves a comment telling me that you referred them, I'll put your name in the drawing twice.
Isn't this FUN?? Don't you LOVE the towel?
399 and Phrase Friday
Just to make you read the ENTIRE post, I'll get to the 399 in a few minutes.
Did you know that M was a mind reader? Well, lately she's developed the ability to tell us what our "fravorite" thing might be.
Example:
"Oh, Mommy! This candy bar is your FRAVORITE kind! You should eat it!"
or
"Mommy, dish ish Daddy's FRAVORITE chew gum. He needsh it."
M loves music...always has. When she wants to listen to her music, she asks in the most polite manner. (insert dripping sarcasm here)
"Mommy, turn my NEW-GITS on, PWEASE!"
Are there any speech therapists out there? How in the world do you translate NEW-GITS into music???
Here is a typical conversation in the Benson household.
"M, do you want apple juice or milk?"
"Milk"
I get the milk out.
"No, apple juice!" M screaming.
"You said you wanted milk." My frustrated reply.
"No, my want apple juice. My do, MY DO!"
H and I hear MY DO, MY DO atleast 25 times a day.
Enough phrases.
Let's talk about tomorrow. This is post 399. Tomorrow is the big 400. I've got something TOTALLY fun planned. Well, actually, it's a give away. I'm going to make M one this afternoon to practice. Hers will be little girlish. The give away will be more trendy--and you'll have a choice. Check back tomorrow. Tell your friends to check back. I'm going to post as soon as I get up in the morning and I'll draw for the give-away when I go to bed. I'll make the special treasure Sunday and get it in the mail Monday morning. Trust me...this is FUN. Start thinking of your favorite word that begins with the same letter as your first or last name. C'mon back tomorrow.
Leave me a comment. Give me a little something to laugh about.
Did you know that M was a mind reader? Well, lately she's developed the ability to tell us what our "fravorite" thing might be.
Example:
"Oh, Mommy! This candy bar is your FRAVORITE kind! You should eat it!"
or
"Mommy, dish ish Daddy's FRAVORITE chew gum. He needsh it."
M loves music...always has. When she wants to listen to her music, she asks in the most polite manner. (insert dripping sarcasm here)
"Mommy, turn my NEW-GITS on, PWEASE!"
Are there any speech therapists out there? How in the world do you translate NEW-GITS into music???
Here is a typical conversation in the Benson household.
"M, do you want apple juice or milk?"
"Milk"
I get the milk out.
"No, apple juice!" M screaming.
"You said you wanted milk." My frustrated reply.
"No, my want apple juice. My do, MY DO!"
H and I hear MY DO, MY DO atleast 25 times a day.
Enough phrases.
Let's talk about tomorrow. This is post 399. Tomorrow is the big 400. I've got something TOTALLY fun planned. Well, actually, it's a give away. I'm going to make M one this afternoon to practice. Hers will be little girlish. The give away will be more trendy--and you'll have a choice. Check back tomorrow. Tell your friends to check back. I'm going to post as soon as I get up in the morning and I'll draw for the give-away when I go to bed. I'll make the special treasure Sunday and get it in the mail Monday morning. Trust me...this is FUN. Start thinking of your favorite word that begins with the same letter as your first or last name. C'mon back tomorrow.
Leave me a comment. Give me a little something to laugh about.
C'mon...leave a comment. Laughter is new-gits to my ears.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
398
My goodness--a lot has gone on in this strange world we know as the blogosphere!
I'm a little out of touch.
Here is a list of the recent happenings (in no particular order):
Wedding
Rehersal dinner
Catering
Parents in town to help
Day trip to Atlanta
Museum with parents and M
Visits to the pool
Friends over for dinner
Shopping (YEAH! I bought a size smaller in EVERY SINGLE ITEM!)
Bible Study
Quiet time with M
Summer vacation will be over two weeks from tomorrow. How in the world can that possibly be true???? I'm just starting to relax and enjoy it. That always happens to me. At the beginning of the break, I schedule our days so full of activities because I'm not use to the free time. Then I hit my stride and start settling down. Usually when I have about 3 weeks left, I think of all the things I still want to do before I go back to school. Not this summer. I'm just going to keep things calm and quiet for the next two weeks. We have a doctor's appt, a Pampered Chef party, and two days of catering events, but other than that I'm not going to micromanage my time. Whatever happens, happens.
I will update at War of Words today or tomorrow.
I will slowly be coming around to check out your happenings. I checked on Colleen only to discover that Ana Sophia has made her grand entrance into the world. My friend Susie posted about blueberry picking with us. Another friend has moved. People are busy!
Oh, this is post 398. That means in TWO posts I have something SO FUN to give away. I mean, SOOOOO FUN. You'll want it. And I'll personalize it and you'll want it EVEN MORE. Sooooooo, check back in a day or two. Trust me. It's good. REALLY good. You'll be the first to have it because I'm going to use YOU as a trial run.
I'm a little out of touch.
Here is a list of the recent happenings (in no particular order):
Wedding
Rehersal dinner
Catering
Parents in town to help
Day trip to Atlanta
Museum with parents and M
Visits to the pool
Friends over for dinner
Shopping (YEAH! I bought a size smaller in EVERY SINGLE ITEM!)
Bible Study
Quiet time with M
Summer vacation will be over two weeks from tomorrow. How in the world can that possibly be true???? I'm just starting to relax and enjoy it. That always happens to me. At the beginning of the break, I schedule our days so full of activities because I'm not use to the free time. Then I hit my stride and start settling down. Usually when I have about 3 weeks left, I think of all the things I still want to do before I go back to school. Not this summer. I'm just going to keep things calm and quiet for the next two weeks. We have a doctor's appt, a Pampered Chef party, and two days of catering events, but other than that I'm not going to micromanage my time. Whatever happens, happens.
I will update at War of Words today or tomorrow.
I will slowly be coming around to check out your happenings. I checked on Colleen only to discover that Ana Sophia has made her grand entrance into the world. My friend Susie posted about blueberry picking with us. Another friend has moved. People are busy!
Oh, this is post 398. That means in TWO posts I have something SO FUN to give away. I mean, SOOOOO FUN. You'll want it. And I'll personalize it and you'll want it EVEN MORE. Sooooooo, check back in a day or two. Trust me. It's good. REALLY good. You'll be the first to have it because I'm going to use YOU as a trial run.
Monday, July 14, 2008
MBS: Blueberries
Checking out the berries. 
A handful of berries.
Several families joined us Friday morning to pick blueberries. There is a local family that plants a field of blueberry bushes. When the berries are ripe, they open their home (actually, their field) to the public to pick the berries.
Seven adults, twelve children, delicious blueberries, tons of fun.
For other MBS, visit Tracey. She and her family are back from their fantastic vacation!
Monday, July 7, 2008
Stay home vs working
I read somewhere recently that the roles of husbands/wives is getting blurred. I don't necessarily disagree with that, but I find myself with a very emotional response.
In my deepest heart of hearts, I want to be a stay at home mom. I LIVE for all my school breaks so I can enjoy being at home with M.
Financially, we could survive on H's income.
But there is one catch.
We need insurance. We can't live without health insurance. H is self-employed. I'm a state employee. Guess who has affordable health insurance?
If I quit my job and we were forced to live on H's income, the cost of private health insurance would make that impossible.
So, are the lines blurred because we need health insurance? I don't know.
Kyla, over at The Journey, has written many, many posts about the state of health insurance in our country. Perhaps if policies change or options become available for families like ours, then I can stay at home. For now, I am responsible for providing health insurance for my family.
In my deepest heart of hearts, I want to be a stay at home mom. I LIVE for all my school breaks so I can enjoy being at home with M.
Financially, we could survive on H's income.
But there is one catch.
We need insurance. We can't live without health insurance. H is self-employed. I'm a state employee. Guess who has affordable health insurance?
If I quit my job and we were forced to live on H's income, the cost of private health insurance would make that impossible.
So, are the lines blurred because we need health insurance? I don't know.
Kyla, over at The Journey, has written many, many posts about the state of health insurance in our country. Perhaps if policies change or options become available for families like ours, then I can stay at home. For now, I am responsible for providing health insurance for my family.
MBS: Trip Home
After the best family vacation EVER, we drove the entire way home under this immense cloud. Our timing could not have been more perfect. We did not have one single drop of rain the entire time we were away from home.
I'll post pictures from vacation later. I have lots of best shots, but this picture is so different from all the others.
For other MBS, check out Slurping Life...where they really were slurping life on the 4th.
Please Pray
Please pray for my friend Susie. She's on her way to the doctor's office. She needs comfort, peace, and positive results from the appointment.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Home again, home again, jig-a-de-jig
We're home! And exhausted.
We had such a great time. I'll do a real post tomorrow.
I think this is post 393. That means in SEVEN posts, I'll be doing something super special around here!!!
We had such a great time. I'll do a real post tomorrow.
I think this is post 393. That means in SEVEN posts, I'll be doing something super special around here!!!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Little Vacation
I'm thrilled to be exhausted from cleaning my car and packing my bags.
H and I are taking M on a mini-vacation. We're only going to be gone for 3 days and 2 nights, but I think it will be exactly what we need.
We'll leave in the morning and return Saturday evening.
Have a super 4th of July!!!
The Benson's
H and I are taking M on a mini-vacation. We're only going to be gone for 3 days and 2 nights, but I think it will be exactly what we need.
We'll leave in the morning and return Saturday evening.
Have a super 4th of July!!!
The Benson's
Kickin'
I'm mortified to tell you that I overheard my sweet girl (yes, the very one in the above picture) telling her cousin:
"Leave me lone. I kick you butt."
WHAT?!?!?!?!?
Oh, the depths of parental despair.
"Leave me lone. I kick you butt."
WHAT?!?!?!?!?
Oh, the depths of parental despair.
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