Handsome Birthday Boy
Which one first??
Yup...this one
Our Little Family
Cars, cars and more cars
About to blow out the candle
Right after Daddy smashed cake in his face
Trev and his Girlfriend Kenzie
BF Maric
Kenzie & Olivia
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Trev's 1st, 2nd Birthday Party
Thank you to all of his friends who came! Trevor loves everything:) And a special thanks from Jas & I for celebrating his special day with us:)
Handsome Birthday Boy
Which one first??
Yup...this one
Our Little Family
Cars, cars and more cars
About to blow out the candle
Right after Daddy smashed cake in his face
Trev and his Girlfriend Kenzie
BF Maric
Kenzie & Olivia
Handsome Birthday Boy
Which one first??
Yup...this one
Our Little Family
Cars, cars and more cars
About to blow out the candle
Right after Daddy smashed cake in his face
Trev and his Girlfriend Kenzie
BF Maric
Kenzie & Olivia
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Pumpkin Patch Festival
Trev will you please by my a hot dog?
The cutest boy in the world!
Which pumpkin is the prettiest?
Lemon-Lime Snowcone...Yummy
Fall Fun
Our Little Family
The Sevy Clan
Ewe, what is on my hand mommy?!
Carving away
More carving
The boys' and their knives:)
Peekaboo!
Trev & Kenz
Awe, cuteness
Their first kiss took place here! One day this will be blackmale
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Canton Stories
So I did not take any pictures of our fun Canton weekend, but boy do I have a few stories!
The first story is pretty frustrating. We had planned to leave at 3 in the morning(which we did) to head up to Canton. We get to Maddisonville(right north of Huntsville) and my mom calls. For some reason she had the gut instinct to get up at 4:30 and look in the garage and there she found the bases that hold up the walls in my booth! Thankfully my dear sweet hubby got in the car and met us in Conroe with them so we didn't have to drive all the way back. We would have lost 3 hours.
My second story happened about 6 in the morning while I was in a dead sleep. I take my showers at night so that I can sleep in, which works out perfectly because Libby likes taking showers in the morning. So like I was saying I am in a dead sleep and all of a sudden Libby is yelling for me in the bathroom to bring a shoe. I am still half dead to the world trying to get out from under the covers and scramble for a shoe saying, "What, what, whats going on?!!! I am sure by now we have woke up our neighbors and Libby is still yelling, "Shoe, bring a shoe". So with Libby wrapped in a towel, half standing on the toilet I bust in with my boot and being so out of it, I didn't even offer to kill it. I just handed her the boot. I am sure she was thinking, "Quit wasting time and just kill it", but I didn't even see it. So finally after half waking up I see a "Daddy Long-Leg" the size of my fist in front of her. Good thing it wasn't me. I might have woke up the whole mountain:)
Story number three, It started raining Saturday evening at 5 and never stopped. So to give you a setting, we stay at what is called "The Mountain" in Canton which is a huge hill full of shops and Bed & Breakfasts that weave in and out of the trees. FYI all of the roads are dirt and a little bit of gravel. So driving in was quaint and peacful. We drove down a steep hill into the trees down to this cute little cabin placed so neatly in nature, but driving out, well that is another story. Saturday my first instinct was to park up the mountain and walk down so we wouldn't take a chance of getting stuck, but I didn't. So Sunday morning we wake up and it is still raining. So my second instinct was to just wait it out, but needing to get to my show, I ignore the little voice. So we pack up, I am all dressed up in my True Religion jeans, nice boots, hair all done, looking like a million bucks carrying all my bags attempting to get to my truck. As I am slowly stepping down this tiny hill, I suddenly begin to surf until I run right into the truck. By now I am in a frenzy because my boots and jeans are covered in East Texas clay and my hair is soaked. So I throw my bags in the truck and attempted to wipe the clay off(if you have ever been to East Texas you know that is not as easy as it sounds) Finally in the truck, I put it in reverse and successfully pull out, then as I get half way up the steep hill my truck starts sliding backwards stopping about 3 feet from a tree. And those who know me well, I am yelling and swearing at the air at this point. I decide that maybe I can put it in reverse and go out the other way, but I just sunk! Luckily the Lady that runs the Bed & Breakfast knew a guy that had a tractor that could come pull us out. So here comes this huge tractor with a Garth Brooks look alike, of course he takes my keys to try to get it out himself first, then he comes up to the porch and with an East Texas accent says," Well you did a really good job.......of getting your truck stuck". Just a side note. real southern men are so much nicer than most men. I offered to help get the truck hooked up and he just laughed and told me to get my BUTT in the car. Finally we got the truck on gravel and was able to drive up. The nice man wouldn't even let me pay him, but I sure was grateful he was there! Thank goodness for men in this world!!! I wouldn't want to live without them, that is for darn sure!
Anyhow, that was my fun for the weekend, hope you enjoyed:)
The first story is pretty frustrating. We had planned to leave at 3 in the morning(which we did) to head up to Canton. We get to Maddisonville(right north of Huntsville) and my mom calls. For some reason she had the gut instinct to get up at 4:30 and look in the garage and there she found the bases that hold up the walls in my booth! Thankfully my dear sweet hubby got in the car and met us in Conroe with them so we didn't have to drive all the way back. We would have lost 3 hours.
My second story happened about 6 in the morning while I was in a dead sleep. I take my showers at night so that I can sleep in, which works out perfectly because Libby likes taking showers in the morning. So like I was saying I am in a dead sleep and all of a sudden Libby is yelling for me in the bathroom to bring a shoe. I am still half dead to the world trying to get out from under the covers and scramble for a shoe saying, "What, what, whats going on?!!! I am sure by now we have woke up our neighbors and Libby is still yelling, "Shoe, bring a shoe". So with Libby wrapped in a towel, half standing on the toilet I bust in with my boot and being so out of it, I didn't even offer to kill it. I just handed her the boot. I am sure she was thinking, "Quit wasting time and just kill it", but I didn't even see it. So finally after half waking up I see a "Daddy Long-Leg" the size of my fist in front of her. Good thing it wasn't me. I might have woke up the whole mountain:)
Story number three, It started raining Saturday evening at 5 and never stopped. So to give you a setting, we stay at what is called "The Mountain" in Canton which is a huge hill full of shops and Bed & Breakfasts that weave in and out of the trees. FYI all of the roads are dirt and a little bit of gravel. So driving in was quaint and peacful. We drove down a steep hill into the trees down to this cute little cabin placed so neatly in nature, but driving out, well that is another story. Saturday my first instinct was to park up the mountain and walk down so we wouldn't take a chance of getting stuck, but I didn't. So Sunday morning we wake up and it is still raining. So my second instinct was to just wait it out, but needing to get to my show, I ignore the little voice. So we pack up, I am all dressed up in my True Religion jeans, nice boots, hair all done, looking like a million bucks carrying all my bags attempting to get to my truck. As I am slowly stepping down this tiny hill, I suddenly begin to surf until I run right into the truck. By now I am in a frenzy because my boots and jeans are covered in East Texas clay and my hair is soaked. So I throw my bags in the truck and attempted to wipe the clay off(if you have ever been to East Texas you know that is not as easy as it sounds) Finally in the truck, I put it in reverse and successfully pull out, then as I get half way up the steep hill my truck starts sliding backwards stopping about 3 feet from a tree. And those who know me well, I am yelling and swearing at the air at this point. I decide that maybe I can put it in reverse and go out the other way, but I just sunk! Luckily the Lady that runs the Bed & Breakfast knew a guy that had a tractor that could come pull us out. So here comes this huge tractor with a Garth Brooks look alike, of course he takes my keys to try to get it out himself first, then he comes up to the porch and with an East Texas accent says," Well you did a really good job.......of getting your truck stuck". Just a side note. real southern men are so much nicer than most men. I offered to help get the truck hooked up and he just laughed and told me to get my BUTT in the car. Finally we got the truck on gravel and was able to drive up. The nice man wouldn't even let me pay him, but I sure was grateful he was there! Thank goodness for men in this world!!! I wouldn't want to live without them, that is for darn sure!
Anyhow, that was my fun for the weekend, hope you enjoyed:)
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