Even though we were at the lake, Carsyn insisted that we still stay physically fit and keep a runtime. So she still did her morning exercises.
Finally, Nosey Neighbor.
Here is a better shot after the real work was over. We were just watching reruns then.
Here he is world. Gage Jung! He’s smiling at me.
Carsyn needed to help. She loves her Aunt Misty and needed to be up on the table with her. Vary awed by what was happening.
Thanks for letting us share the experience!
No doubt that my life is rather mundane and comparable to most other working moms. The reality is, a select few people actually read my blog. So, in an attempt to keep my readers informed of a few important detail, I have an announcement to make…
Winner Winner Chick Dinner.
Carsyn and I had roasted chicken, cantaloupe, French bread, carrots, sugar snap peas and broccoli for dinner last night. It all came from Walmart.
On the road again…
We’ve been going to Oklahoma a lot lately. For several various reason. This last trip we took a different road. We stopped right across the river in Terral for a pit stop.
It has that home gown, small town feel about it. Simple. Unpretentious.
“Pump Reads Right from other Side. thanks” Friendly folk.
Tony was out of town last night and Carsyn and I ate Sonic. All my principles and moral high ground of organics and make-your-own-baby food goes out the window when I’m playing single mom. Baby girl ate half an adult burger. She had lettuce tomato and pickles on hers. Then she had water and hormone free milk. I haven’t slipped too far down.
Then tonight she had CHICK-FIL-A. I’m not going to lie. I’m so proud that she like her fruit cup and nuggets. Then here is the exciting part. If you’re going to throw your principles out the window, go all the way. Don’t be bashful. Carsyn drank from a straw and tasted Chick-fil-a Lemonade for the first time. Compared to that crummy ol’ milk from McAlester’s, Chick-fil-a Lemonade is like sweet nectar. Who wouldn’t learn how to drink from a straw for that stuff. Once she sucked the cup dry, she proceeded to take the straw out of the cup and try to drink straight from the lid. Clearly there was something wrong with that new fangled straw and she needed to get straight to the source. When that didn’t turn up any results, she put the straw back in cup threw the lid. I had to help her the first few times and then she did it herself. a lot. Sitting in the bathroom floor. Wrapped up in a towel. Do you see what I’m talking about? This Lemonade is powerful. When I first started working a Fresenius. The 12-15 hour days, working weekends. The only thing that lifted employee moral was that Lemonade. So if you haven’t tried it, go get ya some!
I’m sorry I don’t have any pictures to share. Did I mention I was a single mom who works full time, commutes 45-hour one way to and from work, and has two dumb dogs that won’t stop barking or stay in the backyard?
Carsyn has been sliding in between the crib and her chest of drawers. Then she shimmys back between the wall and her crib. There is a little hiding place behind her chest of drawers. I caught her unexpectedly. Wondering how long this has been going on. Is that a question every mother asks? Wow! How long have they been doing that? Where have I been?
I have no idea why the above writting is underlined. Ignore it. ;-)
Nice title huh? Sorry.
My cousin Charlie graduated high school on Saturday. It’s kind of early. He still has to go to school for two more weeks. I didn’t realize that until the end of the day. Therefore I requested my gradation gift back until it’s official. I mean, my gift was awesome and I don’t want him to flee the country with his super cool gift without his official diploma. It’s a hard world with a high school diploma.
Uncle Chuck holding Carsyn.
Carsyn loved Charlie’s uber cool snowboarder suitcase. (in case you are wondering, my gift is cooler. I’ve refrained from showing it on the blog because I don’t want to show up his parents and their cool luggage.)
I named him that because at senior night for band (I think. I can’t remember the whole story, so I’ve embellished this part) his band director introduced each senior and shared where they were going to school or what their future plans were. Charlie didn’t want to share. It’s top secret. It’s a mystery. Now everyone is intrigued.
We interrupt this graduation party for a mini baby shower.
Here is Carsyn playing Vanna White.
Charlie and PapPaw hanging out.
Congratulations Charles Ray Endicott!
(PS. he’s taking a year off and going to work at a ski resort. And do lots of snowboarding. I’m a supporter)