Weekend

What an awesome weekend. Go Mavs!

We cheered our hearts out. First TCU won the Rose Bowl, then the Mavs rocked the NBA.

Happiness:)

Jackson paced around, analyzed stats, tackled me when they won with tears in his eyes, then begged to stay up for the post-game interviews. I'm raising myself.

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On the bird front, I'm a little worried. I'd like to see more interaction from the parents. The big Furball of Four is clearly breathing, but I thought I'd see worms flying in there a little more often.

My enabling side wants to set a big bucket of them on the porch.

Then I got wrapped up in watching the bird-watcher instead of the birds.

One of them has a cute little beak. I don't know about that gross-ish thing in the middle.

Lilly kept breathing all over them, but being that we aren't country-folk, nor are we tree-owners, nor animal lovers...she may never get this chance again.



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We finally watched The King's Speech. Loved it. Loved tons of things about it.

The only confusing part was that so many of the actors were from the Harry Potter movies. I kept waiting for spells to break out. And I kept wanting to call his wife "Bellatrix."

I loved the speech teacher. Colin Firth was unbelievable. I hope he won an Oscar.

When Jackson saw Dumbledore, aka King George dying, he mentioned that he does a lot of death scenes. True. He's like The Official Old Actor when we need a good Brit.

The kids didn't watch the movie with us, but all of the stars aligned and I watched the last hour and 45 minutes in the afternoon while they were outside playing.

I LOVE afternoon movies.

It feels like a guilty pleasure. I COULD/SHOULD be doing so many other things.

Didn't even fold laundry while I watched. Rebel.

I watched the credits the night before, then I was out. Stone cold. Starting movies at 10 p.m. is for the young and Brad.

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Our church had Service Sunday this week...we go into the community to "be" the church for those in need.

This time, our project involved rehabbing a house that four disabled guys share. It was a great house, but definitely needed some care on the outside.

Our team removed a ton of tree limbs, cleaned out a shed, and painted the porch.

All the kids worked sooo hard. I wasn't even really paying attention, but no one even took a break to sit around or play or disappear for extended amounts of time.

{There was a Girl Scout Cookie intermission. Adults included.}


A friend commented on how diligently they all worked. And I realized that in probably three or four years of doing Service Sunday, this was the first time the kids worked longer than 15 minutes without being prodded with a stick and complaining the whole way through.

Most days, there isn't any visible progress in parenting. But God gave me grace to see it today.

{Not that it was my parenting. They're just growing up. Pros and cons...}


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I also booked a LOT of plane tickets this weekend.

Frontier is nuts right now. It was cheaper to buy three tickets to sit in a chair in the sky than to drive the Burb to Dallas.

And I calculated that at $3.60/gallon. No way it will be that cheap. I feel like a champ.

We are road trip warriors with unparalleled bladder control.

But I will give it up.

I don't mind driving, but I hate that it counts toward vacation time. I just got 6 days of my summer back. That is a WEEK I would've spent in the car.

And our school's summer vacay is short. SHORT.

Always worth it to hang with family, but I would love to think I could be doing something better than sitting and sitting and sitting.

I might replace it with sitting by the pool.

Totally different.