1. I still need to write about my beach trip with the Floyds and Baby A's 2nd birthday party---which officially means I need to stop calling him Baby A, Sweet Ella Firth's birthday at King's Island, our whirlwind nursing home tour...
2. I'm very emotional today due to life's twists and turns, but I'm just not ready to write about it or anything about me for that matter.
3. So....I'm asking a favor from you. You being you: the person who is reading this right now. I want to put together and conglomerate of stories for the sole purpose of making me laugh---and you laugh---and maybe "someone else who needs a laugh" laugh.
4. My friend and hairdresser, Sandy, and her other client, Julie (I think), and I thought this topic would be HILarious: Compare and contrast the way your mother and mother-in-law (or if you don't have a mother-in-law: pick someone) treated the topic of sex while you were growing up or now. Just stay on topic: what's funny/ironic. :)
5. You can either post in the comment section, or e-mail me @ jacquelinemroche@hotmail.com with FUNNY in the subject line.
6. I will repost on my blog anonymously.
7. Come on. Make a girl's day. Write to me.
8. Thank you! :)
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
NC Cousin
The first half of my summer was defined for me, so the second half I did what I do best: traveled!
First on my list was my NC cousin's wedding reception...I actually counted the weeks out for my surgery to make sure I would be allowed to attend this awesome woman's celebration!
Growing up, we visited our family farm in KY and Melissa every Easter. It felt like freedom to me. I'm not sure if she only got in trouble when we were visiting, but *I* only got in trouble while we were visiting. And it was great! We did what I assume all cousins do together: we chased baby calves, collected cow skulls, locked boy cousins out of treehouses, walked to end of dirt roads for Push-Up Pops, organized such dancing clubs as Pootin Machine, played Cowboys and Indians (cowboys=boys; Indians=girls), created mud wrestling pits---along with mud wrestling names and you know---mud wrestled in new clothes, dressed up boy cousins in girl clothes and make-up, played in silos, fed cows, ran through manure in brand new white Keds, snuck out to play in snow, shoved younger sisters out of bedroom windows into snowy bushes, ice-skated on the back porch right next to our Moms---forgetting to hold in our squeals of delight as we twirled around....You know, the usual!
First on my list was my NC cousin's wedding reception...I actually counted the weeks out for my surgery to make sure I would be allowed to attend this awesome woman's celebration!
Growing up, we visited our family farm in KY and Melissa every Easter. It felt like freedom to me. I'm not sure if she only got in trouble when we were visiting, but *I* only got in trouble while we were visiting. And it was great! We did what I assume all cousins do together: we chased baby calves, collected cow skulls, locked boy cousins out of treehouses, walked to end of dirt roads for Push-Up Pops, organized such dancing clubs as Pootin Machine, played Cowboys and Indians (cowboys=boys; Indians=girls), created mud wrestling pits---along with mud wrestling names and you know---mud wrestled in new clothes, dressed up boy cousins in girl clothes and make-up, played in silos, fed cows, ran through manure in brand new white Keds, snuck out to play in snow, shoved younger sisters out of bedroom windows into snowy bushes, ice-skated on the back porch right next to our Moms---forgetting to hold in our squeals of delight as we twirled around....You know, the usual!
So, obviously, I could. not. miss. Melissa's wedding reception...
...and how fitting that she held her wedding reception on a farm...
...where these cousins could cut loose!
...and explore...
...and get in trouble...
...but most of all, HAVE FUN!!
Did I mention? I love this lady! And so do my kiddos!!
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Swim Mom
It has been way too long since I've posted, but I'm going to try to give it another go! Wish me luck...
So, I started my summer with a "if-you're-not-going-to-have-another-baby-we-need-to-get-this-sucker-out-of-you" hysterectomy. The first 2/3 of my summer was defined for me: missing my eldest child's birthday party, keeping my wild 2-year-old safe without picking her up, no traveling, and lots and lots of watching my amazing 6 YEAR OLD compete on the swim team...
Her coach, Miss Darby, inspired Elise to...well, to compete. I am so thankful for this young lady! I hope that my little girl continues to idolize sweet young thangs like this one!
She worked hard at practice...
...and followed directions.
That little booger on the left is the one I struggled with...She is fearless, jumps in the deep end without knowing how to swim, comes up smiling...and I wasn't allowed to pick her up! Somehow with the help of our friends on the swim team, this child survived without resorting to a leash!
Without the help of these kids, I'm not sure that Elise would still have a baby sister! Love them!
And, thank you Sandy for these last three pictures! Awesome!!
Another promising event from the summer is that Elise might start having sleepovers with girls... as evidenced by these pictures...
So, I started my summer with a "if-you're-not-going-to-have-another-baby-we-need-to-get-this-sucker-out-of-you" hysterectomy. The first 2/3 of my summer was defined for me: missing my eldest child's birthday party, keeping my wild 2-year-old safe without picking her up, no traveling, and lots and lots of watching my amazing 6 YEAR OLD compete on the swim team...
Well, I had a lot of help from The Tall Kind as well...
Thank you all---including those who have not been pictured! :) You helped me survive the summer---as well as become a Swim Mom. I dig it!
Another promising event from the summer is that Elise might start having sleepovers with girls... as evidenced by these pictures...
Woohoo! Teenage sleepovers could be a problem otherwise...
Go, Elise, go!
Kick! Kick! Kick!
I am so proud of you, little girl!
Much love, Your Swim Mommy
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