It really is UNBELIEVABLE that the first cousin has officially graduated from high school. It kind of makes me sick to my stomach to think that the sweetest and nicest boy won’t be around my kids as constantly as he has been all of these years. I guess Micah should have asked me to marry him sooner so that we would have had less of a space between the cousins. But all is well, because the time we have had with Jake has been perfect. He is so good, so nice, so respectful, so motivated and so Christlike. If only my kids can grow up to be just like him — I would be one happy Mama!
—
The festivities started at SDSU for his graduation, and ended at the Brockbank home for dinner and hanging out.
—
I was so excited to bring in my air horn to really give Jake a hand when his name was called. As we were walking in, I realized a big stack of air horns on the security desk. I immediately called my mom back, who was holding all of my loot in her purse. (Because we all know by now that I don’t carry a purse. Or a diaper bag for that matter, but I won’t go into that because my mom will be commenting on how many cute diaper bags she has bought me over the years, and how they have all gone to waste!) Anyway, I called her back, and stuffed that air horn in my bra. I walked in without a problem, and was very proud. Poor Bryan and Megan weren’t as proud, but they kind of know what to expect with me and Tristen. I would say that about three other air horns made it in, and in an effort not to be outdone, when Jake’s name was called, I really let her blow. At that point, I was kind of like a celebrity in the eyes of all of the other cousins — which really made it worth it. But the immediate text that Bryan got….”I am sure that wasn’t a Brockbank air horn I just heard that is against all of the rules
” really made me proud. But nothing made me as proud as when I showed Jake the air horn afterwards, and he just said, “THAT WAS YOU!” Mission accomplished!
Here is Mama Mia AKA Nonnie with her first grandchild!
Look at that reaction — kind of rude!
Some of Jake’s best looking supporters!
Look at the weasels, who weren’t half bad during the ceremony. Thank goodness to an open snack bar, and a little cash I had tucked away.
But once we got outside, this little thing was in full force. She kept finding openings in the grass, and just sprawled out. Notice the high heel behind her — it is a miracle that some bystander didn’t step on her.
Here is obnoxious Tristen, posing for a thousand pictures so that one would turn out good. So I was determined to be in every single shot she was in.
Until things took a turn for the worse, and she caught on to my antics.
Don’t worry — during her great idea of a jumping picture, I got her back!
Poor Jake — to have an aunt like Tristen!
Congrats Jake — Love You!!
We headed up north to Bree’s house. The kids were in heaven. But what kid wouldn’t be with nonstop swimming, playing, movies for quiet time/naps, and Sesame Street Live. We had a ton of fun, and hit the weather just right!
The kids are gearing up for Sesame Street!
Popcorn is always one of my go to tricks to keeping the kids decently still and contained. It worked for quite a while, but Icka’s attention span deflated after intermission.
But she did head back to dance with Scout a few times.
The kids especially liked the art project where Bree let them use pens!
Thanks Bree for the fun weekend, and even though Scout is pretty determined to be moving there — I think we will stick to visiting you!
Scout is in LOVE! He got a trophy for his TBall season, and he sleeps with the thing, he shows it off to everyone, and even lets Icka hold it if she is lucky. The trophy is so loved, the batter no longer has a bat — was it Icka or Scout — probably the younger of the two weasels! The awards ceremony was first thing Saturday morning, and Scout was loving it.
He just sat patiently until his team was called up.
It did get a little ong as they were the first team to sit, and quite possibly the youngest team out there.
But just as if it was REAL gold, the kids were SO excited to get their trophies.
Since I was on picture duty, I put Micah on Sissy duty. Guess who had the harder job? ME! Since he had to rn out and “take a few phone calls.” Yeah right! Likely story.
So my girl spent over an hour playing in the dirt. I guess a light pink dress and white sweater weren’t the ideal picks for a day on the field.
After Scout got his trophy, I caught him just staring at it. We immediately had to call B and tell her all about it.
Scout and I would like to thank the coaches who made it all worth it.
Favorite coaching moment?
When in the middle of a game, John was on a business call, and Jim was texting as they were both in the outfield with their athletes. When I gave Jim a hard time, he just said, “What? I am ordering hair bows.” (Does that make it any less ridiculous?!)
Thank goodness for Coach Eric!
Just Kidding — John was a great coach.
Jim — well I guess it is no secret that LNLL doesn’t want you back!
BUT I DO!
Nothing is more hilarious than a little bitter Jim Z. on a Saturday morning!
Scout’s season came to an end. Jim Z. (the assistant coach — mind you) couldn’t have been happier, whereas, Scout was bummed. He loved TBall, and can’t wait to do it again next year. Mother Tucker threw an awesome TBall party, where we honored some really enthusiastic and incredible coaches. Meanwhile, Micah and I were entertained from some fellow fathers who were a little less than excited about “the actual game of baseball” which should be “an embarrassment to our country” -OR- how their kid just didn’t really have the passion for sports that their dear old dads do!
Scout got to sign three coach’s balls. Too bad for the late comers that he took about 1/4 of the ball with his handwriting!
Icka was in heaven with messy pizza and Kate - her idol.
The afternoon was finished off with a tunnel for the coaches. I honestly think on eof Scout saddest parts about the end of the TBall Era is that he won’t run through a tunnel every Saturday.
Micah is out of town, and Scout made his way to my bed in the middle of the night. When Icka woke up in the morning, she immediately came down to my bed and joined us. When she did, Scout and Icka did their usual love fest in the morning. They exchange a few kisses, then one starts with “I love you.” Then the other answers with “I love you too much.” And then after a few of those back and forth, lately they have added in….”I die in your arms!”
This morning, Icka said it to Scout first, and then Scout said, “Oh Icka — I die in your arms.” And then they cuddle and are just sweet for a while. I absolutely love it, and could watch it over and over again. But when Icka starts to “dog kiss” Scout by licking him, things start to turn, and then I have to offer breakfast before the lovers serve each other with divorce papers.
There are no birthdays on the horizon for our family, and the last was over a month ago. But that being said, my weasels are constantly talking about birthdays lately.
—
No matter what it is — a book, a toy, an outfit — when Icka sees something new for the day, she exclaims to everyone, “I got dis for my birfday!” Which is never the case. Especially when it is Scout’s stuff she is referring to. But her claims are constant — all day long!
—
My kids are always singing Happy Birthday to each other.
—
Yesterday, on the way to Scout’s last TBall game, he was being a real stinker in the car. As a result, he accumulated a five minute time out once we got to the fields. He was not happy about that because, “the first part is the funnest part!” He asked for another chance, but never got it. He was getting more and more upset, and then went into the following conversation with me:
S - “If you don’t take away my time out, I am not going to get you anything for your birthday.”
M - “What a bummer…..that’s okay, Daddy and Navy will still get me presents.”
S - “I am not going to let you pick out a sugar cereal to have in the mornings.” (A traditional birthday present my kids get.)
M - “I bet Daddy will still get me one.”
S - (Once he realized taking my present away wasn’t fazing me…) “Actually, I am going to get you something for your birthday.”
M - “That’s nice.”
S - “It is going to be a huge stack of work that you are going to have to do all day long.” (Referring to the homework sheets I have him do each day to make his brain smart.)
M - “That’s a great present….you are going to help me make my brain SO smart!”
S - “It is going to be harder than you think.”
M - “Then I might be the smartest girl in the whole world!”
S - SILENCE
S - MORE SILENCE
S - “Can I have just one more chance.”
M - “I don’t think so bud.”
—
| DESIGN BY