Fun Friday night

Beau had a friend sleep over last night and we decided to go to All Star sports. It was a lot of fun watching the kids play putt putt golf and drive go karts. Sis rode with her Daddy and she LOVED it. 

My pictures aren't great since I took them from my phone, but there were lots of smiling faces!

Bren getting buckled in.

Garrett and Beau ready to take off!!

Brian and Bren taking off!!!

Here comes Beau!!!

Here are my two loves rounding the bend!

And one more thing about my sweet girl

If you didn't know already, this girl has my heart and soul. This is something she made at school during "free time." I found it in her stack of school papers when I got home from traveling this week.

 

This is after I picked her up once I got back home. When she is happiest, we roll our car windows down and sing loudly to Florida Georgia song called "Cruise." She is singing it here. 

Dream Team Night for the Tigers

We celebrated a great baseball season last night at the Wichita Wingnuts game. We were the "Dream Team" for the evening and the boys were able to get autographs from players, their year end trophies from coach, run out on the field with their position player, and Beau even got in on a between inning "home run" competition.

It was a nice evening for baseball, and the kids had a great time. The Wingnuts players are so awesome to the boys.  It makes some 10 year old boys pretty excitable!!

Getting his trophy from Coach

The team

Jump Beau, jump!

Running out with his position player.

Pledge of Allegiance

Getting ready for the home run competition against Carter.

Beau hit two "homers" and Carter hit one.

Fun times!

Little bit here and there

I was going through the pictures on my phone as I wait in an airport on a bright Sunday morning (ugh), and I realized I haven't posted about Bren losing her first top tooth. The other one is loose, but yet again, she literally told us this first one was loose and it came out two days later. She not only lost her tooth and some blood, but also her lunch as we were on a road trip to OK at the time. Oh well. Here she is with a new smile!

Also here are a few pic's from this week. This one was from Friday at her school. Her teacher traced her body and she colored it in. She was proud of it.

And here are some pic's from Luke's 5th birthday party. My girl swinging high!!

And Brandon drinking a beer. Just kidding. Just some lemonade in a Budweiser cup??!!??! With Tyler and Seth just watching him.

And here is the birthday boy and his brother checking out gifts with Mom and Dad.

And here's to a quick week! ;)

We're Going Back to School!

Yep, sure enough. The time has come and as I write this,  both kids have got their first full week under their belt. Thank goodness. I like summer where schedules are a bit more flexible, but I also like when we get back into one. And the first week isn't quite hard core as what it will be, so it makes for an easier transition.

I will also go on to say I have been so sad this week.  I don't know if it's the transition of summer to school, or the fact that my "babies" aren't really babies anymore. In any event, I've been weepy.

Bren started on Monday, August 12th. She is in Kindergarten at Northridge Academy. No bus yet, but Christian education in a small school setting. Perfect (for me, at least).

Beau started on Tuesday, August 13th. He is in 5th grade at Maize South Elementary. Mr. Pauly is his teacher.  This is his last year in an elementary school, and he informed me his last year of recess (his favorite school subject).

Where or where does the time go??

Beau's Birthday. Big boy is DOUBLE DIGITS!

I'm not quite sure where the time goes.  There just never seems to be enough time to sit and think (or blog), but to think 10 years have passed since our lives were forever changed, and the bond my husband and I share was strengthened to a level no one could have prepared us for.

10 years ago our son was born.  10 years ago I felt and thought and said, "please save my baby, and just let me die. Please just save my baby. I don't care what happens to me."  Yep. I said those words, because yep, I was sick and I just wanted my baby born healthy. I was so scared. Brian and I were so naive.  And still today I remember VERY LITTLE of August 6th after 2:30PM, but I remember yelling those words.  I remember my husband being so scared. I remember things happening very fast. And I knew we had a baby, but it gets real fuzzy after that.  It's pretty common both Brian and I cry on August 6th.  I think both of us can't believe the miracle of Beau Grant. The day we became a mother and father to a preemie baby.  Everyone has their birth story, and ours is pretty special with Beau Charles Grant.

But we fast forward 10 years later, and now we have a healthy, voracious eating boy, that is built like a brick house. He weighs 120 pounds (whoa) and is 4'11" tall.  Last time I used 4 and 11 to describe him was his birth weight.

He starts 5th grade this Fall. He has the coolest birth mark on the top of his head that results in a wicked blond streak. He has beautiful olive skin. He wears his glasses (rec sports) constantly because he was not gifted with great eye-sight. Brian and I are both to blame for that. And his hands.... well his has sausage links for fingers and I love them.  He is still grabbing for my hand at those random moments.  Moments I stop breathing until he lets them go.  Love that sweet boy, and he makes me crazy at the same time.  As much as I love his admiring qualities, he is 10 years old and has plenty of pre-teen crazy in him. Oh please help us stay calm and this boy to learn some focus and listening skills (something other than listening to Sports Center, please).

Bren and Me Ma making Beau a birthday cake

I'm annoyed with this picture. I rotated it, but it won't save it. So turn your head to read, but this is a note Brenley wrote to Beau.  I think she asked her Dad how to spell birthday, but other than that, this is ALL her.  Gosh she is awesome. It says, "Happy Birthday Beau. I hope you have a great birthday. I love you. We hope you have (a) great time. Love Beau. " Which she meant to put, Love Brenley, but oh well.