Saturday, July 4, 2009

Please Pray for Gary


Hi. I'll write a big update in a bit, but I didn't really mean to check out for a week. I've been at the Creek, and coudln't get access to my blog on the library's computers.

In the meantime, please be in prayer for my cousin Gary. He left for Afghanistan yesterday -- again. He's a Major in the Army and someone I am so very proud of.

The situation in Afghanistan right now is frightening. Please be in prayer for Gary during this next year while he's there. Not just today, the day that we celebrate our Independence -- but every day.
This picture was taken at my cousin Robert's Master Sargeant ceremony. That's my Aunt Gale in the middle with Robert on her right and Gary on her left. Please pray for her as well. Her sons are both serving our country proudly!

Thank you!!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Heard Thunder.

But no rain.

Man.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

It's Too Freaking Hot....

Dude....

On the way home from gymnastics today, the thermometer on my truck fluctuated between 106 and 108.

Come on.

And it's so dry! We've gotten no rain in over 30 days.

Records are falling.

The ditch looks like it's in West Texas.

Fireworks haven't totally been banned, but anything classified as a rocket or missile with fins can't cross the line into our county.

Jake is getting to spend his days / nights in the house.

At 10:00 tonight, it was still 97 outside.

So how are we managing? Well, the girls are doing gymnastics three times a week, and are in VBS this week. At least both of those activities are air-conditioned.

They're also working their way through the summer reading list. Slowly, I might add.

And we're keeping the Buc-ee's Icee machine in business.

A Mom-friend at the gym and I had a great visit today. She suggested I google "Emotional Vampires." Veddy, veddy interesting.

Wish I had more to add... it's just too hot to get too motivated about anything!

Happy Birthday, Anthony!

Happy Birthday to my "Money Guy!" If you'd like to wish him happy birthday, or are looking for someone to help make sure you have money for retirement some far-off day, just shoot him an email at: anthony.patton (at) tx.rr.com

Monday, June 22, 2009

Bltt. Ow! Bltt. Ow!

Kait: Mom, you're going to be glad I have that loose tooth on top.

Me: Why?

Kait: Because it hurts when I make a farting noise. Bltt. Ow! Bltt. Ow! Bltt. Ow!



At that point, I was laughing too hard to get on to her for saying "Fart."

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Back on the Mountaintop

I'm exhausted. Really, really tired. The good kind of tired. The kind you get from conquering a mountain. From walking 60 miles. From being filled with so much joy and so much happiness that it just wears you out.

I can feel my eyes sparkling.

I have this huge craving for praise music. Not that I haven't listened to KSBJ a lot in the last couple of years (when I wasn't busy missing KLTY in Dallas), but I feel like I'm listening to it with all new ears.

Like I can't get enough. Like I've been in the desert and need to gulp as much water as possible. Like I've been wandering in the wilderness and have just come out of the forest into the light.

I can't tell you how good this feels.

On Friday, as I had that discussion, it was the strangest thing. The first wave of it brought tears. Sorrow. A sense of desperation. But as our discussion continued, back and forth via email, and I was given answers I needed, I began to feel lighter and lighter. To a point where I was dancing and singing at the ballfield that night. My friends were just laughing at me. It was great.

Yes, I'm a talker. I never have trouble finding something to say. But if you want to know what's really on my heart, down deep, I've got to write it down. And I did that all day on Friday. I have to tell you it was the most incredible thing. As I tried to make sure my friend knew, the sad parts were rooted in a deep, deep sadness that I'd been carrying around for two and half years. But the rest -- the parts where I relived what had happened and asked questions and clarified -- I could see it all clearly. It was like I was watching a movie.

The things I said and asked of her weren't out of anger at all. I really tried to hammer that point home. It was kind of an out of body... objective... I really don't know how to describe it.

Yes, I was blunt. And I was honest. And I brought up painful things that had happened. But I had to look at all that to move on.

My friend didn't see it that way. Something about having asked me for forgiveness, and my having given it, and it all should be buried in the past. I can see where she was coming from on that. I'd want to forget it all, too. But sometimes that's a luxury that the people we hurt just don't have.

Here's the deal. I couldn't ask her those things, talk about that, any of it until after I had forgiven her. I was so angry when it happened that I knew that if I started down that path I'd lose all control. I'd say things that were filled with just as much venom as I was feeling -- and that I could pretty much destroy her if I wanted. And that wasn't what I wanted.

So I sat on it all. Healing would have probably come for me a whole lot sooner if I hadn't. But I just couldn't bring myself to hurt her that way. Friday, it was time to shed it all, and many of the things I learned in the process were so affirming.

I found out that we still didn't have the whole story.... For one thing, this started out before we knew. And when I found out the "start date," that kind of blew me away -- and did it ever put some things in perspective. I can see where it's kind of convenient to ask someone for forgiveness before they have the whole story.

Lots of other stuff followed. All of it enlightening. Some of it mattered to me. Some of it didn't. Some of it made me wonder at human nature and how we look to justify our actions. As a people, we are geared to asking people to hold us accountable who really are incapable of doing that -- for a myriad of reasons. And that's why we sometimes choose the people we do. And that's why we shape our confessions or share them in bits and pieces -- to make sure we end up in the best light possible. This isn't just my friend's problem. As a body, we are all so very weak.

By the time I woke up Saturday morning, I knew this wasn't going to have a fairytale ending. And I was right. An email yesterday informed me that it was best if we didn't have any communication between us anymore. That God would be the judge between us and she prayed he showed more mercy to me than I had shown her.

That didn't sound so sincere to me -- I'm pretty sure praying veiled threats aren't exactly what God intended when he called us to pray for one another. I don't think there's any judgement to be levelled in this issue. I'd already forgiven her, and I know God has as well. I think that, if this is truly in the past as she says it is, she'll look back and come to the same conclusion. While it's awfully difficult to look at the past where you screwed up, if that behavior is indeed in the past, then it's something you learn from. It's a reinforcement. But being reminded of that is not something to be used in calling down the wrath of God.

And mercy? I think I know something about that, too. Mercy came in so many ways. I didn't hire a plane with a banner to fly down Hwy. 75 and proclaim what she'd done. I didn't do so, so many things that would have come out of that vile anger that I was feeling. Out of that sense of betrayal. I was in P.R. I could run a darned good smear campaign using everything I learned there -- just turn all those positives into negatives. YIKES. It could have been dangerous.

As for God's mercy toward me? It's new every morning. HE got us out of Dallas -- moved us out of the situation swiftly and completely. HE protected our marriage. HE made sure we were in Houston when my Mom needed us here. HE planted Paige and Brent in Lubbock when we needed them there. HE brought our children to an Exemplary School -- when they were going to a Title 1 school. HE got Abbie & Kait into the GT program -- when we couldn't even get Frisco ISD to test Abbie for it. HE brought old friends back into my life at a time when I wasn't that open to new friends, and needed people who would stick by me -- immediately. HE has guided Biggsy's career and kept him employed. When Kait fell out of the tree, HE saved her life -- by millimeters. HE has done so many things for us -- for me. A sinner. HIS child. I'd be nowhere without God's grace and mercy.

And I want to shout it from the mountaintop!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Two Years Ago Today...

Mom, at her 61st Birthday Party.

For those of you who are new around here, unless you've gone back and read the 600 or so posts I've done, you have no way of knowing this is the 2nd Anniversary of Meanderings. It's not at all the kind of anniversary you'd celebrate, though.


Two years ago today, my Mom was diagnosed with a tumor at the base of her skull. This blog started out as simply a way to keep everyone up to speed. To answer questions clearly and thoroughly -- something that's very difficult when you're crying and your head is spinning and you have no idea where things are headed.

To begin with, we had hope. But that last hurdle was just one too many. Mom didn't have the fight left in her, and the tumor was too big, too involved.

She passed away July 21, 2007 -- a month and a day after that diagnosis. She was only 61.

If you have stuck around all this time, you know that God worked in that situation every single day -- that the details He put in place couldn't have been achieved otherwise. That our every need was covered, and that by showing us He had all the details taken care of, we were assured that God had the Big Picture in hand.

Since then, Meanderings has become a way to stay in touch with those of you who loved my Momma dearly. A way to continue to fill you in on the antics and achievements of Abbie and Kait. An outlet for mourning. A place to rejoice. A place to share more about breast cancer and the 3-Day than I could share anywhere else. The cheapest brand of therapy on Earth.

Thanks for hanging in there with me. And please bear with me for the next month or so.

Today was the two-year mark. And I survived. With Joy still in my heart.

Maybe all that healing that took place yesterday was a gift from my angel up above.

Thanks, Mom!



Always good for a laugh.
Just wish Mom's eyes were open in this picture!

WHAP!, Part 3

Okay. It's 12:39, and I can't go to sleep! I really can't tell you how incredible this day turned out. Biggsy got his generator, so we're set for hurricane season, Will Bruin played a fantastic baseball game, and I have this overwhelming sense of peace.

I'll be walked on no more. I'm done being a victim. The emerging, you'd-better-watch-out woman that Biggsy has been looking at wide-eyed for the last few months is here. I'm strong, I'm mighty, and I'm not taking any more (insert word here) off anyone!

And I absolutely refuse to keep beating my head against the glass for something that's never going to happen!

Friday, June 19, 2009

WHAP!, Part 2

I love my therapist, and I love it that I have her on speed dial, and I love it that she (almost) always answers my calls -- or calls me back right away.

Her analogy of what's been going on in this situation has been spot-on as usual. And it shows that some of the things I can most relate to come from children's movies. Not totally sure what that says about me, but....

This is just like that scene in The Bee Movie when the bee keeps flying up against the window. "This time it'll work. This time it'll work. This time it'll work." And it never does. Because no matter how I try to wade through all this sludge, and no matter how I try to sort things out in my mind....

The truth is, this isn't about the death of the best friendship in the history of the world. While I loved my friend dearly, there were some things about our friendship that were very, very unhealthy. And just like that little bee, no matter how many times I pound my head against the glass, it's not going to work. It didn't work even before "The Big It" but I didn't realize that. I'd forgotten that real friends aren't supposed to knock your feet out from under you every three or four months -- whether you needed it or not.

When it all comes down to it.... I had this friend. She hit on my husband. Praise God he didn't notice or care. If we ever live in the same town again, we might find our way back to being friends. But you can't build a true friendship without trust or honesty. And we can't regain that living 4 hours apart. And I don't know much beyond that.

Some day I'm gonna learn to duck.

Another Baby Drowned Today

This time in Texas City -- in an aboveground pool. They say those are the most dangerous -- that when you have a permanent pool you have a heightened level of preparedness and an awareness of the danger that you don't get with a temporary pool.

It breaks my heart.

But I did hear one thing that might make a difference. If you ever find a child in a near-drowning experience, you can do the Heimlich maneuver on them first, before starting CPR. It expels water from the lungs and allows room for your air to to be breathed in. Otherwise, the lungs may be full of water and doing CPR won't make a difference.

I pray that's a piece of information you never have to use.

WHAP!

The Ceiling Fan of Life came around and hit me in the head again this week.

WHAP! WHAP!

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Facebook is a terrible thing.

I had issues with approving a Facebook Friend here while back. I did it. I'd thought that the feeling I had every time I saw something from her would go away. That I would become numbed to the past and open to a future. Eventually.

It didn't.

I couldn't handle it.

Too much water was under our bridge.

This week, we had a Facebook conversation. The first message was light -- kid stuff, chatter, etc. I answered back -- but mentioned part of the sadness that still lingers with me after "The Big It."

She answered back with scripture God had given her. When she recites scripture, I go to commercial break. She might as well be telling me about the Quadratic Equation.

I replied, mentioned that, and explained why I had had to "hide" her updates. That I still struggled with that.

No response.

So this morning I wrote her another note and attempted to explain things further. I tried to explain why I still struggle with that. How even though forgiveness has taken place, I can't forget. How it still marks my life.

Her reply left her smelling like a rose and me looking like an ass -- and mentioned my "hurtful words" and pretty much shut the door on further dialogue. She always was a master at that.

I don't think she gets it.

Because she's not here in my neighborhood, doesn't go to my church, never sees me at Wal-Mart, she has no idea how what happened continues to plague me. She doesn't know that people in general make me nervous. She doesn't know that the only friends I have who I truly confide in are my old friends, the two or three who have stood the test of time. The only ones I could go to when it all happened.

She doesn't know that very, very few people have entered the Circle of Trust since "The Big It" happened -- and that those who make it in there don't always get to stay. That I've learned that women can betray their friends in a million different ways. And that the ones who are very closest to you can hurt you like no one else can. And why take that chance?

She doesn't know that men make me nervous -- that I can't look them in the eye. That hugging a guy pretty much gives me the shakes.

That I hardly hug anyone anymore.

That I'm wary of people in general, but especially those who handily quote scripture or seem to be in tune with God -- are they really? Or are they going to turn that around and use that to justify their actions and what they have to say? How are they going to use that to hurt me?

She has no way of knowing that while I was on a spiritual mountain top when "The Big It" happened, I came crashing down quickly and can't seem to make my way up again.

She doesn't get it that I can't rationalize the "new her" who has put all her issues behind her. I haven't spent any time with her since she turned over this new leaf -- how am I supposed to believe that to my very core?

At the same time, she doesn't have a clue how what she did affected me. She never sees me. She doesn't see this wall I have. She hasn't observed me hanging back at church or not reaching out to the people I meet.

I'm sure they all think I don't want to. Biggsy says everyone thinks I have it all together. That I exude this level of confidence. Kind of like, if I need you I'll let you know, but until then you can just go on about whatever it is you're doing. That's not it at all. But no one knows.

And I'm left with the burning question -- will this EVER go away? Will I ever get to a point where the reminders don't dredge up painful memories?

Or am I doomed to have this heightened sense of awareness for the rest of my life? The awareness that that kind of betrayal destroys friendships, marriages and families? And that that kind of betrayal can come from where you least expect it??

Am I destined to hold potential friends at arm's length until they lose interest and find someone else who is capable of the give and take that a good, deep friendship requires??

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I've gotta learn to duck.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Our Big Town Just Got Smaller

When you live in a place that's as big as Houston, you don't realize it's a small town that just got bigger over time. But it is.

Yesterday, we saw on the news that a 2-year-old had drowned in Spring, in the family's backyard pool. Looking at the map, I knew the family lived very close to our friends Randy and Danielle. I wondered if they knew them....

Then this morning I found out friends of ours from Cypress do know them. These two families are very, very close. Please pray for Steve & Kim Sommer and their kids. And please pray for the Proske family as they minister to the Sommers.

Sadly, drowning is a major cause of death for children in Texas. And you don't always realize the devastation that near-drownings cause as well. My friend Amy just did an interview in Dallas on keeping your kids safe during the summer. She has some great suggestions.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

D'Lyn's Hurricane Survival Guide

It's hurricane season, and that strikes a chord down here on the Gulf Coast. There are TONS of resources you can use to find out how to prepare for a hurricane (Fema, Hurricane Tips, Ready.Gov.) All of these are excellent resources. If you're right on the Coast, you should follow them to the letter --particularly the evacuation part if that's recommended for you.

However, up here in Farfield, we've got a different hurricane scenario. Many of the tips on these sites will help you. But here, storm surge isn't a factor. Wind is. We're encouraged to shelter in place, rather than evacuating -- and that creates some of its own issues that aren't really addressed in government preparedness websites.

I've been thinking I need to put together my own survival guide -- based on extensive experience gathered during Hurricane Ike -- my first ever hurricane. Hopefully it will help you be more prepared -- and will provide a checklist for our family to follow as well.

You have a friend in me. During a hurricane you need lots of friends. Friends like Suzi are great to have. Suzi bought bottled water for me when Tropical Storm / Hurricane / Tropical Storm Eduardo interrupted our summer vacation and forced us home. Unprepared. Tropical Storm Eduardo was a good little storm for us -- it got me motivated to get my stockpiles together -- something that came in handy when Hurricane Ike arrived.

Water, Water, Water. I cannot stress this enough. The recommended amount is a gallon per person per day. I don't think that's enough. We were blessed with a cool front after Ike, but I'm thinking we might have gone through more if it hadn't cooled down. The other night on TV we saw this cool bladder thing that you put in your bathtub to store water. WAY COOL. Bottled water is absolutely impossible to come by with a hurricane bearing down on you -- or in the aftermath, for that matter. You don't want to go foraging outside the neighborhood unless you absolutely have to. It's so much better to build your stockpile now, well in advance. You'll be glad you did.

You Can't Turn Water into Wine. Sorry. It worked for Jesus, but it's not going to work for you. I recommend you stockpile more beer, wine, etc. than you'll ever think you can drink in a week. From the hurricane watching parties the night before to the neighborhood dinners that'll keep you social the week after, you're going to drink more in a week than you ever thought possible. More than you drank in college. Okay, maybe not. But a lot. I am not, in any way, suggesting you go on a drunken binge. But you're going to find yourself hosting neighborhood BBQ's and being invited to dinner at your friends' houses.

Turn Down the Redneck a Bit. At this point, I have to stress something. After you've had all that beer, please don't go thinking you can solve the neighborhood's electricity issues with your F150 4x4. At no point should you try to pull pine trees off electric lines with your truck. No matter how many of your buddies convince you it's a good idea.

Snacks, Snacks, Snacks. With not much to do, you'll be amazed at how much your kids will want to snack. We stockpile snacks in the cabinet above the refrigerator. If we don't need them for a hurricane (as in 2007), we use them for school snacks after hurricane season is over (November.) You don't waste that food, by any means. But take it from me, if you think the shelves at Wal-Mart are bare on Sunday evening, try the day before the hurricane.

Plan Your Meals. I absolutely did not do this, and it's one of the number-one things I'll do differently this year. I did what the lists say.... Bought tuna and canned fruit and all that jazz. But I didn't really plan. For his first post-hurricane meal, Biggsy had a can of Chunky Soup -- eaten at room temperature out of the can. Blech. Don't worry -- our diets improved greatly over the next few days. We ate pretty much every meal with the Jeans for the next week. We had grilled fish over here and the most incredible chicken lasagna over there. Hot dogs on both sides of the street. Brownies and pound cake and cookies.... more desserts in a week than our families consume in a month. I think we all gained 10 pounds. But here's where that planning comes in. It's awfully hard to get Asiago cheese when you can't find a grocery store with electricity. A little planning goes a long ways!

Get Some Gas! I'm not talking about the Beans, Beans, Musical Fruit kind. Gas for your grill should be your first priority. If you think planning a cook-out, only to find out you're out of gas is disappointing, you really don't want to face a hurricane without it. Two full gas tanks would be a great start. This is another thing you don't want to leave until the last minute.

If you've got a generator, you need to be thinking another kind of gas, entirely. We learned a hard lesson last year. We didn't have a generator -- that is going to be remedied any day now. But in the meantime, we didn't have to deal with the gas shortage, either. This year will be a whole new ball game. Brace yourself -- gasoline will be more scarce than a woolly mammoth. The lines to get gas are so long that you might as well just get back in line after you fill up -- you're going to use your tank just sitting there. You really can't have too many of those cute little red jugs in your garage -- just please store them safely.

Speaking of Safety.... After Hurricane Ike, the majority of children with Carbon Monoxide issues were using their Daddy's generators to play their Wii, Playstation, etc. YIKES. Generator Safety is HUGE.

Construction Zone. Remember, before and after the hurricane your neighborhood will be a construction zone. Last year, the first fatality of Hurricane Ike was a little boy whose Dad was trimming trees in their front yard, and a limb fell on him. On both sides of a hurricane, children are exposed to hazards that they don't normally face. Electric lines are HUGELY scary --we had a front-row seat to the power those things display when aggravated. What's more, you have people operating chainsaws and generators and all sorts of stuff that really don't know what they're doing. Please be careful.

This isn't Disneyland. Your kids are going to be bored. Very bored. If they're out of school, they really aren't going to know what to do with themselves. In the summers, at least, the high school kids have jobs that keep them busy. But when everything is shut down, they just roam. I've kind of wondered if the teen pregnancy rate jumped after the hurricane. I know that Houston is having a Hurricane Ike Baby Boom this month....

My kids are nowhere near that roaming age, but boy, they were bored. The novelty of it all wore off in about 30 minutes. And you can only do so much driving around the neighborhood to look at fallen fences and trampolines in the street. This year, I'll have a plan. I'll have one new treat for the girls every day for a week. A new game to play, a new toy to play with -- something. If we don't have a hurricane come through, I'll consider that part of my Christmas shopping -- done! Crafts are great, too. Family Fun magazine is chock full of ideas for crafty kids. Paper mache, repurposing plastic bottles, a zillion ways to use a pipe cleaner. What if your family learned to make a pinata, stuffed it with pre-purchased treats and then busted it at one of the post-hurricane neighborhood events. How cool would that be??

Don't Jump on It. Take your trampoline down and put it in the garage. It will only become a weapon during a hurricane. Taking down portable basketball goals is also a good idea. When one of those falls on your truck, it tends to leave a mark.

Frozen Water Bottles Rock! Part of the reason we didn't have an over-abundance of water was because we froze most of it. My thought was that as the bottles thawed out we'd use them for drinking water. It didn't quite work like that. The upside was that we didn't lose any meat to the Hurricane. The downside was that Biggsy wouldn't let me open the freezer door to get one of my water bottles out! The upside was that our electricity was restored very quickly and we were able to donate those frozen water bottles to some people who really needed them. We've had a few bottles that have hung around since the Hurricane, and they've been great for keeping stuff cold in our ice chests. We just keep re-freezing them. And I'm pretty sure they'd make a great weapon if our lives were threatened.

I Heard it Through the Grapevine. Never before has my social network been so important -- the source of news! After the Hurricane, the TV channels started broadcasting over the radio. It was a great source of information. The only downside was that they'd be talking about pictures we couldn't see. Friends were our link to real info -- as evidenced by the Texting bill I received for my phone the next month. Without any phone service, it really was our only way to communicate.

If You Can Build It, They Will Come. The only damage we had was a lost pine tree that we never liked in the first place. But we have friends that had extensive property damage -- even up here in the wind -- not flood -- zone. You really do need to have important numbers and documents handy -- your insurance guy, an already-vetted disaster recovery / reclamation company, and others.

Don't Forget the Little Things. Toilet paper. Batteries. Cell phone charger for the car. Fingernail polish. Flashlights. Bottle opener. Can opener. Frisbees. Just picture yourself going on a week-long camping trip with very few frills.

Be Prepared to Relax. Biggsy doesn't relax well. But I'll tell you, one of the biggest benefits of Hurricane Ike was his being forced to relax. No contact with work was a break he needed!

Friday, June 12, 2009

For Everyone We've Spent Time With Lately....

Abbie has the flu. What's more, we didn't pick up on it AT ALL until she struck out twice last night and started running a fever this morning.

Seriously, when the doctor asks you to list your child's symptoms and they include: struck out twice, head not in the game, didn't care about snacks, wasn't excited that her team won, almost cried when she didn't win the 5th pitch game, hasn't hit the ball out of the infield in a week, and her eyes just look blah.... Oh, and she's running temperature.... You know you're a Softball Mom.

At this point, we've probably exposed pretty much all of Fairfield Softball, as well as a few dinosaurs at the museum.

Good luck.

All-Star Abbie!

Abbie made the All-Stars this year for the first time!!! They've decided to name themselves the Fireballs -- pretty appropriate since the team is a combination of the Flames, the Firecrackers and the Explosion.

Most of the team gathered at our house to hang out yesterday afternoon. We watched started to watch the 1976, Rated PG version of the Bad News Bears. YIKES. That soon came to a screeching halt. The language wasn't quite appropriate.

So we switched to HS Musical 3 for the 28,089,098 time. The girls still love it!

We painted fingernails and braided hair and headed to the game.



Abs got an out at 3rd. Go Abbie!




Unfortunately, though, we've known the past couple of days that something was up with her. We didn't know if she was intimidated by the new crop of girls that are SUCH good hitters, or what. But we could tell something was up. She hasn't been swinging hard, hasn't had her head in the game, and has been close to tears a couple of times.

Last night, hits were hard for her to come by. Our girl who has only struck out once or twice all year struck out twice last night. She just wasn't with the program. I was at wit's end. Something has been up. After the game, she went to sleep EARLY without eating dinner. And then, this morning she arrived in my room running temperature and complaining of a "funny taste" in her throat when she swallows.

Well, that kind of explains it! We've got an appointment for her with Dr. Trotter at 2:00, and I'm crossing my fingers that she'll be 100% by 9:00 tomorrow morning!

Here's a picture of her one good hit!!


And the run she scored...



At the bottom of the 5th, the other team turned a triple play on us. YIKES! It's the first one we've seen. Boom, boom, boom! Three girls out and the game was tied at 15. We went an extra inning and ended up winning 16-15. GREAT GAME!


We were so excited Pa could come to Abbie's game!

Night at the Museum 2

If you're through the Houston area anytime this summer, the Houston Museum of Natural Science (www.hmns.org) is showing Night at the Museum 2 on their IMAX. The tickets are a bit pricey, but it does include admission to the museum. Better yet, you could talk your Mimi into getting you a membership -- ours has been one of the best Christmas gifts the girls have ever had! This trip, we had free parking and discount movie tickets courtesy of our membership. It was great!

We took our good buddy Kat with us and toured the museum before the show.


Because it's summer, they have all sorts of extras set up. This really cool guy gave the girls a lesson in acids & bases and taught them how to blow up a balloon with vinegar and baking soda. Too cool!


Here, a volunteer teaches the girls about horseshoe crabs. The girls taunted the crabs with ice cream.



Sunday, June 7, 2009

Kindergarten Splash Day!

Just now getting these up....







Darling Flames -- 2009 Division Champions!

What a weekend! It's been softball all the time around here for the last week. On Friday, our team holed up at Casa Biggs to "Beat the Heat" and get ready for a tough championship game on Friday. We did all sorts of important team-building exercises -- painted fingernails (Those are little yellow softballs with red stitching on their fingernails. I know. I'm good.), watched H.S. Musical, and ate pizza.

Friday evening, most of the team gathered up at the field to watch the Craze play the Firecrackers. The Craze won, which set us up to play them Saturday morning.

A special game like this deserved special treatment, right? Well... Here's the deal. There were three games at the field on Saturday. Kait's team, the SweeTees Flames were finishing up their undefeated season -- with the promise that they could hit coach pitches for the first time. Abbie's team, the Darling Flames, had to win their first game at 11:00 to wrap up the championship, or they'd have to play again at 12:30. AND our friend Hailey Angst's team, the Angels Flames were the same boat -- but at 4:00.

A little decorating was in order, don't you think??




Kait's team started the morning, and the action, off with a bang! Most of her team wasn't sure if they knew how to hit Coach Pitch or not, but they were ready to try!
Our sweet Kaitlyn did a terrific job -- her Momma was so excited I accidentally stopped the video. Oh well! You get the picture!
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On to Abbie's game. This was one of those heart-stopping games. The girls just didn't start off too well -- like they were asleep or something. They finally got going in about the 3rd inning. The Craze, coming off a win the night before, came on strong at first, but was losing steam by the 3rd. There was no way we wanted another game at 12:30.


But boy, we had some incredible plays! Savannah and Elayne both hit Triples! And key ones at that! We came from behind, but at the bottom of the 5th, when our girls stepped up to bat, it was 14-11. Not good.
We needed four runs. Four runs to wrap it up. And we got them. In the process, though, we had two out. But Elayne got a great hit at the end and the girls won 15-14!!! Whoo-hoo!! On to Nestle's!!!
To top it all off, the Angels Flames won their game as well! What a day!!!
We're not quite done with softball, though. We have two team parties to go. AND Abbie made the All-Stars, so she's got two games to play this week! Go Red Team!!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Look How They've Grown!

The First Day of School 2009-2010




The Last Day of School:


Thursday, June 4, 2009

On Your Knees....

Please pray for Jacquie (Biggsy's Mama). She's having an angio / balloon / stint done today at 1:00 at St. Luke's in The Woodlands. Pray especially for a sense of peace to cover her fully. She's scared.

We covet your prayers.

- d.

Update: Thanks for your prayers! The procedure went well yesterday. The blockage in the heart turned out to be false positive on the test. The blockage in the renal artery wasn't enough to require the balloon.

The downside to this: We still don't know what has been causing her problems.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

I've Got Your Back


I had to post this. I think it's Kait's natural tendancy to back up the first baseman. Even if it's a friend of hers playing on the other team. Especially if it's a friend of hers playing on the other team!