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Life Lesson #256–Never Wait Till The Last Minute To Find A Babysitter

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…especially when you’re going to a wedding where your four year old is the flower girl and your husband is video-taping…and you’ve got a toddler and a baby to deal with as well.

Lesson learned, my friends. Lesson learned the hard way.

I question whether I have been more hot, exhausted, frustrated, embarrassed (scratch that—mortified is a better word), and ready to sell my children to the first person who asked.

Okay, you know I’m kidding about the whole “selling my children” thing…please don’t send me hate comments.

McKenna had the honor of being asked to be the flower girl in a young lady’s wedding whom I have known since she was young. It was a gorgeous, picture perfect wedding, too. The kind where you cry when the bride dances with her daddy. It was very elegant.

However, the Parris family tend to detract from anything elegant these days, I suppose.

Kenni seemed fine when we were getting prepped and ready to send her down the aisle. But the closer it got to time to make her flower girl appearance, things started going south. Rapidly.

Remember…I haven’t found a babysitter for the two little ones, so they’re with me too. Stephen’s videotaping the ceremony, so he’s no help to me.

Kenni starts whining. Loudly. Jack starts grunting for food. Well, wouldn’t you know I left the diaper bag at the building on the top of the hill…the building that we WEREN’T in at the moment?

And Caia…I don’t even know where to start. She starts running around the building…just takes off! So, I’ve got her on the loose, Jack on my hip sucking his thumb so ferociously that it would appear as though he thinks it will provide him with some source of nourishment, and Flower Girl having some sort of freakish meltdown and crying (LOUDLY) right as the parents of the bride and groom are being seated.

I finally catch Caia. Stephen takes her with him, just as it’s Kenni’s turn to head down the aisle.

Only Kenni starts protesting loudly about how she doesn’t want to go. She gets to the top of the aisle to walk down, and bless that wedding coordinator’s heart, she was trying to coax her down there, but Kenni was having none of it.

So, Stephen grabs Jack and I walk down the aisle with Kenni who is pouting the entire time. Brian Bloye is officiating the ceremony and he tries to give her a high five to lighten the situation…she gives him the shaft on that one. I plop her next to the maid of honor and scurry out of the way. Luckily, she stayed up there throughout the ceremony, but I was told that she did pick out a wedgie in front of everyone.

I didn’t see that, because Caia had some sort of screaming meltdown brought on by….I have no flipping idea.

She’s screaming harder than I’ve ever heard her scream, and I run around what I think is the back of the building with her. Well, it’s not the back of the building…it’s like a little side-porch with an alley. I’m trapped with Screaming Banshee, and poor Jack just hanging miserably on my hip. I can’t run out the side porch area, because that will take me straight out to the ceremony. And Caia is not giving up on this insane fit she’s having.

The next thing I know, Stephen comes darting around the side of the house and tells me to go inside the house.

Well, this is a private residence. But at this point, I don’t care. I run inside just as this nice lady comes to the door to let me in. Caia is still screaming, and now Jack (who has been very patient throughout this whole process) is about to come undone too. Someone comes to pick him up while Nice Lady of the House shows Caia some toys. This calms her down, and I’m thinking that I could seriously use a stiff drink. Only I don’t drink, so never mind.

The rest of the evening was by no means a picnic, but the actual ceremony seemed to be the hottest part of our family volcanic eruption, so everything else I could deal with.

There was a candy area with glass containers of Blow Pops, Tootsie Rolls, and Gummi Worms that the girls loved…

But Jack had had just about all he could take by the time it was time for the cake cutting, so I decided that it was time to take the two little ones home. He fell asleep within seconds of pulling out of that parking lot.

Caia, her hand tightly gripping her Blow Pop, was a sticky, sugary, exhausted mess.

Now, I sit alone on the couch waiting for Flower Girl and Videographer to come home.

All I have to say is, they had BETTER be bringing me a piece of that cake…

Ooh, ooh! Prayer Request…

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on 29 May, 2009

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Okay, here’s the deal…we’ve found another house we would like to rent in Charleston.

We sent Todd to look at it, and he says go for it.

We’ve been told that if we fill out the application and send in the deposit (and the landlord is being super-nice and letting us pay only half of June’s rent so we can move at our leisure!!), then we can have it.

BUT, there were two other people looking at the house today…

So, I never pop on my blog and just throw in random prayer requests, but today I have to! As a mommy of little ones, one of my major hang-ups about moving is not knowing where I am going to raise and take care of my little peoples. This would be a huge answer to prayer!!

The backyard is huge, and it already has a swingset (and a hot tub! woot! woot!). That’s important for me…the huge backyard, not the hot tub… The girls have so much energy, and it’s fenced in so I can just let them go.

There’s a bonus room for a guest/play room…

So, if you’re reading this today, pray that if this is the house God has for our family that all the details will just fall into place.

If not, we’re not discouraged…truly. We know God has something picked out that will be perfect for us!

Whale Wars, Sham-Wows, and other stuff

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on 28 May, 2009

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Well, today was epidural #2. Same drill as before. Nothing new to report. Except that this time, Stephen told me I kept asking for doughnuts…and listing what kind of doughnuts that I wanted.

He says next time, he’s bringing the video camera. Fab-u-lous.

So, once again, my blog post may make little sense due to the residual effects of the amnesiac drug that they give me…

I couldn’t think of a great topic (probably because I’m still “under the influence”), so I thought that I would do one of those “random things about me” lists. As if I think that many people really want to know stuff like that…

I never did the list of 25 things that flooded the Facebook pages a few months ago, so here’s my chance to divulge useless information about me.

1. That show Whale Wars looks really interesting, and we set the DVR to record it. And I feel like I’m probably going to become some huge whale advocate after watching it.

2. Billy Mays intrigues me. Not like in a romantic way or anything. I just mean, that man, as loud as he is, really can sell some product. I would like some Mighty Putty, a Sham-Wow, and that Orange stuff he sells for your floors.

3. I used to have a horrible temper. I can still get pretty riled up, but there was a time, probably 9 years ago, that I threw a can of cocoa powder at the wall because my cookies didn’t turn out right. Isn’t that ridiculous? Oh well…I warned you that you might read some good stuff due to my spacey head.

4. I’m going to go see New Kids on the Block next week with my sister and some great friends. Yep. I said New Kids on the Block. Donnie was my favorite. He was all “rebel” and stuff…I don’t know what the attraction was. But, nonetheless, when I went to see them in concert when I was 14 or 15, I made a puffy paint shirt with his name plastered all over it. And my sister would peel the letters off of it when I would hang it up to dry (because everyone knew you couldn’t put puffy paint shirts in the dryer, right?), and I would hunt her down like a mad woman to retaliate against her.

5. Chocolate raspberry anything is absolutely…life-sustaining to me.

6. Once, when I was in middle school, I had to do a weather report for something. I sent a letter to Paul Ossman (Atlanta natives know who he is, or they SHOULD), and now everytime I watch TV an he comes on, I remind everyone in the room that, “Paul sent me a handwritten letter once!” He really did. I wish I still had it.

7. I wish that real life could be a musical. Like Mamma Mia. Well, maybe not like Mamma Mia cause that was a crazy storyline, but all the singing and dancing just made me so happy. I like to sing…I’m not good at it, and Kenni often tells me to stop. But all the same, how cool would it be to just break out in a perfectly choreographed song and dance with your friends? Maybe there’ll be a little of that in Heaven.

8. When I lived with my friend Terri, I painted our living room hot pink and purple. It was not only the most horribly obnoxious colors, but the paint job was terrible. And I never finished it. I was going for the look that the girls had in their apartment in the movie The Wedding Singer. It never looked that way…or anything close to it.

9. I didn’t use fabric softener for years, because I never understood how it worked. Yeah. That’s a true statement. My mom never used it, and I was under the impression that you had to stop the machine during the rinse cycle and put it in. Never realized there was a dispenser. Now, I’m addicted to fabric softener…

10. When I was little, I used to play The A-Team with my brother. Remember that show? And, we thought we’d be cool, and advertise our services with terribly drawn flyers made on notebook paper. We would help you find your lost pet. Too bad we lived on a family owned piece of land and the only pets we could rescue were our grandmother’s or our aunt and uncle’s.

So, there you have it. Ten random things about me.

Grand-Daddy

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on 25 May, 2009

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My grandfather, Hobert William Ragsdale, was a WWII veteran.

Here he is as a young man in his uniform.

My grandmother says of these pictures,

Oh, there he is…pretending to drink.

I don’t know for sure, but as a bunch of young 19 year olds away from their homes for the first time, in a foreign land in the middle of a war, something tells me they might not have been pretending.

He was a POW captured by the Germans and earned a Purple Heart.

I wish I had a copy of the telegram that was sent to my great-grandmother when he was captured. I can only imagine the emotions that she went through when she read it. The best I can remember it says something to the effect of, “we deeply regret to inform that your son is listed as MIA”.

I don’t know how many nights she must have prayed that he would come home, that he would be found. When that telegram was sent, no one was sure where he was.

He never talked much about what happened to him there. I don’t know the story of how he was released from captivity, and I don’t know what happened while he was there.

I do know that I would find him watching old war movies late at night, crying silently in front of the TV. Those are the only times I ever saw him cry.

And I do know that he refused to buy products made in Japan and Germany.

He was a hero to me. I loved that man so much.

He passed away in his sleep one night when I was 15. I had just spent the night before going with him to visit my great-grandmother (his mom) at the nursing home. When I hopped out of his truck that night as he dropped me off at the house, he told me he loved me and that he’d see me tomorrow.

He lived next door to me and was a daily part of my life. An image of strength. He was tough; he had endured alot, but he was also as gentle as a lamb.

He loved his grandkids so much. He used to call us when he would look out his large window from his old brown recliner and see snow falling. He loved it just as much as we did.

He would take us to McDonald’s on Sunday afternoons, day trips to Rock City, bring us candy from the convenience store (Cow Tails were my favorites and he knew that).

And he had the best stories.

As a skilled plumber and electrician and a very well-respected man in the community, many people called on him to help with home repair.

Once while working in the attic of someone’s home, a young man he had working with him at the time stepped on a particular board that my grandfather told him not to step on. The young man fell right through the ceiling and into the bed of someone who was asleep in the house! As if that weren’t comical enough, he was so embarrassed that he jumped up and ran right through the screen door without even opening it!

I remember hearing him tell about how he had his tonsils taken out when he was in the army. The only way they could tell he was alive from day to day after the surgery was to hold a mirror in front of his face and wait for it to fog up.

Once, while working in the field (he was a phenomenal gardener and grew loads of corn, watermelon, squash, tomatoes, green beans, okra right out there on the land he bought as a young man), he fell off the tractor, and the tractor ran over his leg breaking it right in two. I remember drawing him pictures and taking it to him in the hospital.

Years later, I found those drawings in a drawer. He had kept every single one.

For a long time, I had dreams that he was still alive and had just been away on a trip. After almost 19 years, I still miss him. There’s a calendar in his bathroom that my grandmother has never changed. For her, time stopped on February 13, 1991.

This Memorial Day, I remember his service to our country. He was a brave, brave man…

…as are all the men and women who have served or are currently serving in the armed forces. To them I say Thank You…

What a Strange Feeling

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on 24 May, 2009

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This morning was the very first Sunday that Stephen was able to come to church with all of us. We actually went AS A FAMILY. In the seven years that we have been married, I think we’ve only actually arrived in the same car for church…ummmm, well, never.

It was almost a surreal feeling…it actually didn’t feel like Sunday morning having him here. I’m sure we’ll get used to it very quickly.

Instead of practicing worship songs in the shower, he was singing Playhouse Disney theme songs.

I had to wait in line to use the iron. (Umm, yes, Stephen irons his own clothes most of the time. Does that make me a bad wife?)

He loaded the kids in the car, and I sat in the passenger seat.

A bizarre feeling, I tell you. Just bizarre.

We talked last night how I felt like he might actually be “in my way”. I’ve gotten the whole Sunday morning routine down to a science. It’s not a “pretty” science, or an “easy” science…but whatever.

I think he may have felt a little lost as well. But don’t worry, I gave him “projects” to keep him moving.

We checked the kids into Praiseland together, too. Usually I’m so late that the volunteers are taking the kids from me and trotting off in different directions with them as I walk in the door. Love those Praiseland workers…

I know it won’t last. I mean, I married a man called to be a Worship Pastor…but at least for a short season, I can enjoy this whole “go to church as a family” business.

It’s A New Day

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on 22 May, 2009

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Here’s little Jackson. Already four months old! What?!?!? Where does the time go?

I remember thinking with Caia that the second baby grows up so much faster than the first, and the third…well, it goes by like the speed of light.

Here he is enjoying some big boy food. Bananas and sweet potatoes, to be exact. He loves it, but he’s not so good at keeping it in just yet.

Here’s little Caia…”helping” give Jack a bath. It’s a tough kind of love that she has for him.

And here’s Daddy. He’s putting together the crib. Caia’s crib. And he’s putting it together in McKenna’s room. Those who know me well, know what this means.

Stay with me here. This gets complicated. We’re moving Caia into Kenni’s room, leaving Caia’s room ready and waiting for Jackson to move into. So…..I GET MY ROOM BACK!!!!

Jackson has been in our room since we brought him home from the hospital, and I have been chomping at the bit to get him out of there. The only problem is: Kenni and Caia are not exactly compatible sleepers. One loves her sleep, the other can party till the wee hours of the morning. Literally.

So, we’re taking that one night at a time to see how that goes.

We’re also in our first official week as “church planters”. It’s a little surreal that Stephen is no longer on staff at West Ridge, and such a bittersweet time.

I’m excited about the new opportunities that lie ahead in Charleston, but I will definitely be sad to leave what has been home for my entire life.

I’m scared, excited, restless to begin, and nervous to leave. How’s that for a laundry list of emotions?

Please keep us in your prayers as we move forward at a breakneck pace to get our house ready to rent/sell.

And we’ll be adding this to our list of things to do: cleaning the purple marker out of Kenni’s carpet. She drew us a nice mural…ALL OVER HER BEDROOM FLOOR.

“Just Sit Right Back and You’ll Hear a Tale…

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on 16 May, 2009

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…A tale of a fateful trip…”

Hmmmm….where to start?

Well, we just got back from an impromptu camping trip to McKinney Campground in Acworth.

We had a beautiful site (thank you, Steve)…here’s a pic.

Gorgeous, right?

Well, it is NOT gorgeous at 4:30 a.m. when the toddler is up screaming because the “choo choo train” scares her.

It is NOT gorgeous when it starts pouring rain and thundering and lightning and the preschooler says she wants to go home because it’s too loud.

And did I mention the toddler not sleeping? Not sure what was up with that, because she is usually a fantastic sleeper. Nonetheless, in the wee pre-dawn hours this morning, I looked at Stephen and told him I wanted to go home. He said okay.

I mean, we didn’t leave right then or anything. But we HAD planned to stay another night. We decided that our mini-vacation hadn’t really been a “vacation” after all. A trip to the dark side of parenthood, maybe…but not a vacation by any stretch of the word.

Stephen had left early in the morning to speak at West Ridge’s church planting school, leaving me to wrangle the kids into the truck and to a birthday party.

I have made a resolution to myself after today that I will no longer buy gifts for birthdays/showers/weddings on my way to the party anymore. Yes, I am famous for doing this. It is usually born out of necessity, not desire.

Sure, I would love to have a beautifully wrapped package sitting on my counter ready to go, but seldom do we have the extra cash or extra time until party day actually arrives.

Anyway, if you were at Wal-Mart today around 11:00 a.m., please accept my apologies.

Those were my two little girls screaming on their way in the store. They were very over-tired and very hungry.

And that was my adorable little baby who had the poopy diaper that I’m sure you could smell three aisles over. I left the diaper wipes at the campsite and had to purchase wipes while in Wal-Mart.

And while I’m getting Kenni out of the truck and everyone’s in a foul mood (including me), Kenni yells,

OW! YOU HURT ME!

I think the woman who stared at me from across the parking lot may have been following me inside Wal-Mart to make sure I really wasn’t “that kind of mom”.

(Side note here: my friend Terri has a great story like this from when she was a kid. Apparently her dad had joked that he was going to throw her off of Ruby Falls when they went on vacation, and an old couple heard him and followed him around the rest of the day to make sure he really didn’t toss her off!)

Anyway, we finally make it to the party 45 minutes late (so sorry, Jill!!!), and everyone has a good time.

But Caia looked miserable.

I ended up bringing her and Jack back here to sleep, and Stephen took Kenni to pack up the camper.

Just watching her in the rear-view mirror on the ride home (did I say that? I mean, I was watching the road the ENTIRE time…), she looked so completely zoned. Her little eyes were red and she didn’t even have the energy to keep her fingers in her mouth the way she usually does. They just rested sort of haphazardly on her bottom lip.

I brought her inside, gave her a dose of Tylenol for good measure since she’d fallen off the bed last night and bumped her head, and laid her down.

This was at 2:00. When Stephen got home at 8:00, she still hadn’t woken up.

I got her up long enough to give her dinner and a bath and put her right back to sleep. And she didn’t protest at all. Poor thing…

Right now, the house is so quiet. It’s a bit surreal after the rowdy weekend we’ve just had. I should definitely go to bed now; the sereneness may not last.

Big day tomorrow….Stephen’s last official day as a West Ridge staff member. This is going to be emotional…in so many ways.

Maybe I Shouldn’t Be Blogging Right Now…

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on 11 May, 2009

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Well, today was my first epidural procedure for my back. They gave me some sort of sedative that made me quite “loopy” for awhile there, and I don’t remember much of what happened or was said during and after the actual epidural.

I do remember asking Stephen to take me to get a milkshake. And apparently I asked him twice.

But the sedative made me so queasy that I couldn’t even enjoy the blasted thing!

So, I came home and made Stephen Google whether it was safe to take Reglan (one of my anti-nausea meds from pregnancy) with whatever it was they gave me to make me “relax”. He finds that yes, I can…as long as he watches me closely for breathing problems.

Oh fine. Give me the Reglan and then make sure I don’t start hyperventilating. I was soooo sick!

After a nice long nap, I got up for dinner that Stephen so graciously made. And now I’m back on the couch resting while Stephen mows the jungle in our yard. (Our neighbors will appreciate that, I’m sure.)

I won’t say my epidural has taken effect yet, because I’m still in pain. But everything that we read said that the relief could take up to 48 hours to set in.

However, I am still a little spacey from the sedative. Not as much, but my head doesn’t feel very “clear”.

That’s why I say maybe I shouldn’t be blogging. I might read this later after posting it and decide it isn’t quite as coherent as I thought it would be when I actually typed it.

All of that to say, I have many blog posts to come in a few days…if I can find a brief moment or two to snag Stephen’s computer to post with. I don’t have a computer of my own these days, so my blog-posting schedule has become a bit erratic, much to my chagrin.

Lots of things to catch you up on: my fun Mommy/Daughter date with Kenni that I never got to post about, my brother in law and new sister in law (YAY!) got married and Kenni was the flower girl, Mother’s Day, my latest Publix trip :)…

More to come. Stay tuned…

Update…

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on 5 May, 2009

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Well, in case anyone’s interested, here’s the scoop from today’s orthopedist appointment…

The doctor confirmed that I have a ruptured disc and another that doesn’t look so hot.

He talked about two different surgical procedures that we could try. One involves removing the ruptured part of the disc, but that leaves it open to possibly rupture further later. Or he can fuse the disc…take it out completely and put in a plastic one in its place. This option presents me with limited mobility and possible added strain on the disc above it that could rupture if I don’t take care of it.

I left his office kind of discouraged…although he’s a super nice guy.

Bottom line is…this is going to be a lifelong issue where I have to “watch my back” (hee hee) all the time now. No heavy lifting, straining, limited bending…

I’ll be going for a series of three epidural injections over a six week span starting sometime soon.

After the injections are done, I’ll go back to the orthopedist to discuss surgical options depending on how the epidurals have done. He told me to remember that we are “masking the pain”, by doing the injections.

I have to admit, I’m a little frustrated. I’m just ready to feel good again…

And I have to end this, with a BIG THANK YOU to Katie O. for taking such good care of my girls throughout all my doctor appointments!! They have loved spending time with you, and you are so wonderful to them!!!!!

Tomorrow: a happier post on my awesome “girlie” night with McKenna!!! We had such a fun Mommy/Daughter evening tonight!!

And, while we were at it, spent too much money at Target…

Journey Group, Pre-Show Entertainment, and Kohl’s Cash

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Thursday night our Journey Group got to celebrate two of our ladies birthdays by going out to eat (sans kiddos…well, except Jackson…he made the cut) at Macaroni Grill.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE these people, and I am going to miss them terribly when me make our move!!! But, I think that I may make them all sign some sort of contract that says that they are legally bound to come and visit us…

Here are the ladies. Jill (in the pink) and Laura (on the far right) are representin’ as our pregnant women. Someone has been pregnant in this group for the last four years straight, I think. Between us all we have a total of eight children (not counting the ones that have yet to be hatched…). Of course, the Parris clan makes up three of those eight, but whatever…

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Here are the guys. Again, Jackson made the cut. That is NOT Stephen holding him. That’s Justin. And we’re not sure why Stephen got to stand in between Russ and Justin, the two tallest guys in the group.

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And in case you’re wondering, the guy who looks like he’s going to bite Stephen’s ear, that’s Matt. They’ve been friends since high school, so I guess this kind of behavior is acceptable.

All in all, we had a great dinner without the kiddies, and it was a nice early kick-off to my weekend.

Friday night was West Ridge’s DUB awards. I have long wondered what the DUB awards stand for, and they told us they would tell us. I don’t think they ever got around to that…

Then again, they might have. But I was too busy trying to reign in my four-year old who, for whatever reason, decided that she was going to be the pre-show and mid-show entertainment.

Maybe it’s the fact that she is used to being on that stage. Maybe she’d had too much sugar that night. Maybe aliens were controlling her actions with micro-probes that they placed in her brain. (If anyone asks, I’m going with that explanation…)

Whatever the reason, this child decided that she would go “play in the light”, and before I could stop her, she ran directly to the middle of the floor right in front of the stage and put on a nice little show for everyone. She danced, she swayed, and then she laid on her back and threw her legs up in the air like a cockroach struggling to flip over.

I was so embarrassed!! But I couldn’t run and get her, because she was RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! So, I waited for her to come back to where I was and took her out…which brought lots of protesting.

So, if you were at the DUB Awards this weekend, I would like to offer you my sincerest apologies. We’re not sure what got into her. She’s not usually like that…by “like that” I mean, hopping around in front of two hundred people. She usually gets embarrassed if someone looks at her and says hello, let alone if someone sees her dancing or (gasp!) catches her singing.

(Oh, and by the way Melissa, DUB stands for “W”. Kinda like they used to call George W. “Dubya”. I had to ask Stephen, and this was his answer…)

And to round out our weekend, we finally got to spend the ENTIRE day together as a family!! We have not done this in a VERY LONG TIME….like, so long I can’t even remember. It was AWESOME!

We spent some time packing up boxes. But my short attention span didn’t get me very far and I ended up spending about three minutes labeling boxes with quirky titles so our friends would have something fun to read when they helped us load them all up. Sharpie fumes just get to me, I guess.

Then we headed out for some dinner at one of the more finer dining establishments…Waffle House.

The cook was in some sort of wretched mood and kept slamming things around. It was not the most pleasant dining experience to say the least…although, the waitress was very nice and helpful. Stephen even asked her if the cook was having a bad day, to which she replied,

I’m not sure what his problem is. I just stay out of his way…

Sounds like a fun dude to work with.

Then, we headed to Kohl’s. I needed to replace Caia’s Easter dress.

See, when I washed her dress, the zipper on Kenni’s dress must have gotten caught on Caia’s. Because when I took it out the dryer, there was a hole right in the front. I hadn’t washed them with anything else that had zippers or buttons, so this was my only explanation for what happened.

Of course, when I saw it, I cried. I keep all of their Easter and Christmas dresses, so that when they grow up they will have them as keepsakes or to pass to their children.

I wasn’t sure if Kohl’s would even have this dress anymore, but I had to at least look. I had gotten a $10 Kohl’s Cash card in the mail a few weeks ago, so I figured that I could use this to help me replace the dress.

Well, as God would have it, there was one 18 month size dress just like hers left. And it was on sale for 55%, so my Kohl’s Cash covered it!!!

Since God blessed me with replacing Caia’s dress, I figured I could afford to get Jackson a couple of things to wear. His summer wardrobe is lacking, and since Kohl’s is the mecca of all things cute in the way of children’s attire, I decided what better place to get him something.

Here’s what I ended up with…

How super cute is this?