Go Aggies!

Today my husband got tickets to the Aggie basketball game. Let me clarify...the Aggie game of the season and did I mention that the tickets were for absolutely amazing seats. You know the kind of seats where you see the actual sweat beads on the players faces? Oh, and they were free.

When Scott called me this afternoon he asked if I wanted to go. But, he wasn't really asking me. I knew that deep down Scott has been dreaming of the day when he could take his son to events like this. Sam has been watching football and basketball with Scott at home for awhile, but they haven't been to a college game together. Besides the logistics of finding a sitter at the last minute, I really wanted Sam to go. Ok, maybe a small piece of me wanted to go. :)

I think one of the best parts of parenting is watching your spouses relationship with the kids. I really enjoy watching the pleasure that Scott gets from spending time with Sam. They watch sports or practice duck calls together. It's sweet and it's special.

So, here I am. Watching the game on television not because I'm interested in who wins, but trying to catch a glimpse of my boys cheering for the Ags together.

Birthday Fun

Never a dull moment...

From the bathroom....

Sam: Mom! Come look at my poop.

Me: Samuel, please just flush the toilet. I don't need to see it.

Sam: But Mom, it's A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!! (Emphasis on the amazing part)

Hmmm....

I need to do an update. I have lots to write about and nothing to write about at the same time.

It's cold in Texas. We're all freezing, but it could be worse. My parents just went almost a week without electricty.

I'm listening to my washing machine die. Literally die right now as I type this. I don't think it is suppose to sound like a 747 taking off in our house. We need to buy a new one. But we are in super saver mode...that's code for "we ain't spending no money right now." We may have to break down and buy one. Confession...I want a red one and, if possible, I'm going to get one.

Sam turns 3 this week. I don't want him to turn 3. That means he's not a baby. Time goes too fast. Tonight at dinner he said "so Dad, how was your day?" He's getting so big.

Reagan has started climbing. CLIMBING!!!! Sam told me the other day that I need to come to the kitchen. So...I went. Reagan was on top of the table. Dear God...I died for a second with fear. She lived though and now has become my constant shadow. I can't let her out of my sight for a second.

Scott is busy. He's got the annual DU banquet this week and huge project for the city starting. The Lord's favor has been on our business. We have work which is such a good, good thing.

I am offcially in private practice. Whew...that's a big thought. My colleague and I are offering several groups. One is going to be an infertility support group. I can't believe that this dream is actually becoming a reality. And I'm writing a book. A book about the church. Unbelievably fun and frustrating at the same time.

Until next time blog world....

Best Super Bowl Party EVER!!!

Reagan woke up sick this morning. The worst kind of sick...the throw up and other yucky stuff kind of sick.

We had plans to go to a Super Bowl party tonight. I was really excited because this is with a new group of friends and I'm just getting to know them. Anyway, I was looking forward to it.

But, then Reagan is sick.

So, Scott went and I stayed home with the kids. Sam and I just decided that we would have our own party.

We made a fun dinner and cheered for the Colts and the Saints depending on who had the ball. I know about as much about football as Sam does.

Reagan danced to the halftime show. Who were those performers? I have no idea. I couldn't really understand the words, which might have been a good thing.

Anyway...best super bowl party I've ever been to!