Friday, February 29, 2008

Recent photos of the kids...

Jimmy loves to play basketball. He also loves to copy the boys and get dressed up.
On Aaron's day off this week we went to this new park in Kennesaw. It is SO nice and lots of fun!










Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Piston's Game and Valentine's with daddy!



We celebrated Valentine's day a little early this year. Aaron is out of town all week so we exchanged gifts and went out to dinner with the kids on Sunday. Aaron got Mea the movie Narnia and I got the kids all a disney cup. They loved everything. I got Aaron some R.S.V.P. by Kenneth Cole. He got me some valentine's mugs from Starbucks(I collect mugs) and a wedding band because I lost mine a few years ago. The kids loved going to Chili's.



Before...
After!! We actually had two and they both looked this way when we were done!!


Brian, Billie, Uncle Buzz and I all went to the Detroit Piston's game on Tuesday night! We had a blast! We were 13 rows from the court.(including the floor seats!) The food was yummy and the game was so much fun. We were yelling and cheering and jumping up and down. The piston's led the whole game but then in the 4th started losing. But in the last few minute's Chauncey Billups was on fire and the Piston's won!!








Final Score: Pistons 94-Hawks 90!!



Tuesday, February 12, 2008

WHO'S GOING TO A PISTON'S GAME...?

I AM!!
GO PISTON'S!

Picture's to come asap!!

Thursday, February 7, 2008

I finally got my lefty!!!



I have been wanting one of the boys to be left handed. I tried with Charlie and Benny but they just refused and went right.(Who do I think I am!!) So, with James I just didn't do anything and HE'S a LEFTY!! I love to watch him throw the ball and shoot hoops. He looks like Aaron!!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Friday, February 1, 2008

‘Twas I that shed the sacred blood;
I nailed him to the tree;
I crucified the Christ of God;
I joined the mockery.
Of all that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude
I recognize my own.
Around the cross the throng I see,
Mocking the Sufferer’s groan;
Yet still my voice is seems to be,
As if I mocked alone.