Wordless Wednesday-Many faces of Gracie

March Madness

It's been a while since my last post and a lot has been going on-spring has come,we had a blizzard (for Alabama anyway), the time has changed, I got a year older and spring break is here. Of all the things that I have mentioned, the blizzard is my favorite. We had a snowball fight, built a snowman and made beautiful snow angels. I have to say, the Windham's were made for snow. Everyone had a GREAT time,it was one of those times where for the entire day all four of us were just in the moment. We laughed and just enjoyed each other. I think my least favorite thing has been the time change. I HATE getting up when it is dark. It always make me think it's earlier than it is,so I end up getting up late and rushing around and there is nothing worse than getting up late and struggling to get to work on time. I think it's because I am one of those gals who will rush to get out the door not realizing that my skirt is tucked in the back of my pantyhose. The only part of the time change that I like is it stays daylight longer. Everyone acts better and sleeps better when we get to go outside when we get home in the evenings.

Okay, so Saturday was my birthday and I don't mind saying that I turned 31 (see honey it's not hard to admit that you are over 30) years old. My sweet honey let me sleep in and then brought me donuts and diet coke in bed. He then, being the precious husband he is, told Matthew and Gracie that is was Mommas birthday so from that moment on every time I walked in a room, they sang Happy Birthday. How many times do you have to hear two sweet voices singing Happy Birthday before you start praying for a temporary hearing loss? Well, of the 37 times they sang it, about 3 times was my limit-they scared me so bad in the shower when they started singing I almost broke my neck. I was rinsing my hair when they busted out in VERY loud song. So, we all got dressed up and went to the new Japanese restaurant that just opened in Alabaster. I just knew the kids would love watching the chef cook on the grill. Matthew really didn't care that much for it and we knew this because when the chef went to put the rice and veggies on his plate he said "that is disgusting and I hate it." He did not eat a bite. Now Gracie on the other hand,loved every bit of it. She laughed thru it all, ate everything on her plate (unusual for her) and left having found one of the coolest places ever. You know, she is one of the most amazing people I have ever met. She has one of the kindest hearts and one of the sassiest attitudes-more on that later.
To my Sweet Honey-Thanks for making my birthday great. "...I'm so in love with you honey...">

Welcome to Dodgertown......

This past Saturday, we took Matthew to his Little League tryouts. He was drafted by the Dodgers! When we looked up the Dodgers on the internet-to see what their uniform looked like, on their website they had WELCOME TO DODGERTOWN-apparently Matthew thought that was really cool and started saying he lived in LA Dodgertown-forget little league he is going straight to the big leagues. Fast forward to tonight when he had his first practice. There are about 12 very excited boys on this team and when we got there the coach divided the boy into 3 groups (working on swing or cage work as a certain good lookin' coach says, fielding and actual batting practice). After all the boys had finished with everything, they gathered at home plate and started running. Why is this important you ask-well Matthew starts out running really good but when he rounds third base he decides it will be a "super duper rally ooper" cool thing to belly-flop, oh I mean slide into home plate. I know those pants will never be the same but I have to admit it really was cute. When he got up he asked his coach, that was so cool can we run again. WOW, that is something you will not hear his sister say. Off they went again followed by a run down the first baseline to the foul post across the outfield to other foul post and up the third base line. There were 12 Dodgers dragging up the third base line. I have to admit to you that I LOVE being a ballpark mom and am thanking God that he likes it as well.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.
-Ecclesiastes 3:1

Wordless Wednesday

Baseball season and Flip-Flops

Today Shelby Academy won the 1A State Basketball Championship-Congrats to the Raiders. I have to admit the main reason I am so excited is because now we can BRING ON BASEBALL! Baseball is my favorite season. For those of you who know me know that I am married to not only a baseball coach but an all around sports FANATIC! He doesn't just enjoy participating and watching sports, it is his PASSION(especailly his beloved Cubbies). This is one of the many things I love about him. The thing is sports is not really my passion. Have you ever heard love comes softly, well the love of sports snuck up on me. Now don't get me wrong, I really do enjoy sports especially baseball. I love the entire season. I love watching it on television, sitting out at the ballpark in my flip flops on sunny days, watching my man do his thing on the field, seeing Mark sharing the love of the game with our son, oh I could go and on. Baseball season starts at our house on February 24th. On this date we will begin our journey to get to the State Championship for the 5th straight year and I will become a baseball widow, the thing is I really don't mind as a matter of fact I am excited about it. So Bring on Baseball Season and Go Raiders!!!!!!!!

Wordless Wednesday

Haircuts and Shopping

On my last post I said that it was my Angels birthday. Well, the celebration has ended and we have partied till we dropped. We had a GREAT time (although two parties in one day was A LOT)and ate cake till....well, we all felt really loved. Now a week had passed and on Saturday I looked at Matthew and decided he needed a haircut some kinda bad. So,I did what any Mom would do with a little boy who needs a haircut but can't sit still long enough to get it. I made his daddy do it and Gracie and I went shopping with my mom. Mark did protest but reluctantly agreed to take him. About an hour into shopping (with a very opinionated 5 year old and a Meme who thinks this so cute) my cell phone rings and Mark quickly said someone wants to talk to you:

Matthew (sobbing uncontrollably): Momma, I got my hair (sob!sob!)cut too short and I HATE IT! (sob!sob!)
Momma (chuckling): Matthew I bet it looks really handsome.
Matthew(sobbing really loud): I HATE IT!(sob!sob!) The lady cut it really short (sob!)and I want my Angels hat.(sob!sob!)

CLICK-phone hangs up.

I figured I needed to get home but Mark said they were fine and finish shopping. So that is what we did. Shopping with Gracie is another story all in itself. She is getting to that age where she wants to pick out her own clothes. She and her Momma do NOT see eye to eye on what is appropriate for a 5 year old girl. She wants sassy and wild and I want pretty and sweet. Anyway, back on track-when we got home and I saw Matthew, the new haircut was short and did take some getting used to but it made him look very grown up. After a LOT of reassuring that he looked very handsome, I got the smile that I love.

Fast forward to today, we were jumping on the trampoline and I commented on my bald boy. He stopped jumping and looked (very seriously) at me and said," Momma, you said I was the most handsome boy you had ever seen." That took a good bit of backtracking. To be honest, it never really occurred to me that Matthew was so sensitive about his hair. I really thought he didn't or wouldn't care either way. Boy, was I wrong. Lesson learned.