My Happy Place

I'm heading on a trip to my Happy place tomorrow:  The Beach!!!
(Truth is, I wrote this post this morning after we got home from Ace's surgery.  I'm a little worried about 2 things:  Ace getting his ear drops like he should and my boys getting their teeth brushed at least twice a day.)
I haven't set out the boys clothes or meals.  I haven't packed diaper bags or backpacks.  And, I haven't even made a single list for Daddy to follow.  They will survive.  I'm pretty sure Todd will have help (my awesome in-laws) but really, they'll survive!
(okay, okay...update.  Yes, I did sit their clothes out.  And, I got some Gerber meals so at least I know they'll get some veggies and not live on Happy Meals while I'm gone.  The bags are packed so they can go on field trips.  I have not made a list.  Yet.  Although, I did go over a verbal list of places Todd could take the boys and manage going by himself.  He suggested bowling.  I can picture Acey at a Bowling Alley.  Yeah, not good...)
Mama's on vacation.  A girls vaca with my Mama, Sis, and Aunt B-aka the Queen.  I'm the Princess. Long story, but it's true.  We have so much fun on these trips and we come home with more jokes and stories we drive our hubbies bonkers making them listen to us. 
Last year we missed this trip due to babies being born and Mama's recovering/attempting to survive.  The last year has been tough on our family--most importantly on my Mom and Aunt.  They deserve this trip--and Amy and I are lucky we're invited!!!  (They take us...we're spoiled.  We know.)
I'm sure we'll shop.  I'm sure we'll have a happy hour or 2 or 10.  But we don't have an agenda.  Okay, except for the 9am massage we each have on Friday morning. 
I'm looking forward to meeting you Pompano Beach.  Weather be good, and we'll see you soon :)
(for the record, we'll spend some time in Miami too...and I can't quit singing to myself the Kardashian theme song when Kourtney and Khloe were down there...I'm in Miami Trick....)

The Cute Baby in Room #16

Here are some pictures how how we spent our morning:

Sweet Baby Acey

We spent a little over an hour before his procedure in a tiny little room that had a baby crib/hospital bed in it.  Dr. Suess was on TV and they were so nice to give him a little black bear animal and a light up bouncy ball.  For about 48 minutes of our time in there, Ace screamed at the top of his lungs.  The other 12 minutes included him getting his hospital bracelet, the Dr. visit, additional forms to fill out (God love the nurses that have to fill out endless forms), and about 15 nurses that had to come and see the "cute baby in room 16". 
Yeah, he had them from hello.  What's even more funny to me...they all called him Acey!
They came and got him (they carried him instead of rolling him in the animal cage-like baby crib):

Owensboro's Lucky to have the Nurses we do!

and the Dr. called 10 minutes (on the nose) after they took him from us.  He was a trooper, and when he came back in he was sucking on a sugar-water bottle like it was his job.  (okay, and he looked drunk too.  drunk AND cute!):

A little tipsy...and no, that is the hospital bracelet on his leg.  He isn't on probation!

After another waiting game of watching the med's wear off and 321 puffs later, we were on our merry way.
Here's a video of  one little hungry boy:

Acey told EVERYONE we saw "Bye-Bye" on the way out of the hospital.  He waved and flashed his little cheesey-toothy-I'm the cutest baby in the world smile...just like usual.
Kind of like he knew he was the cute baby in room 16...little flirt!

Ty-ism's. Again.

I'm not quite sure how many times Todd or myself has said to each other, "I love Ty at this age.  I wish he'd stay "x months" forever. 
Today I'm pretty sure I confirmed I love this age.  The almost 3, still loving his Mama, and funny as hell stage. 
Today Ty and I made a trip to Louisville for yet another funeral.  My Mamaw Lynch, my 97 year old babysitter growing up, passed away on Thursday night.  97 years old!  She babysat my sister and I until we were too old to need one, and then she cleaned my parents home.  She was our family, hence the "Mamaw" name.  She loved me and my sister so much.  She taught us things we still remember--like the books of the New Testament and Bible verses.  She let us make our own Chef Boyardee pizza and if we said words like "darn" or "crap" we had to put a nickel from our piggy bank into a jar.  Maybe I should do that to myself now...
Anyhow, Mamaw and I had a special bond.  I prayed, and prayed I would find another Mamaw Lynch when it was time for me to have childcare for my boys but I found quickly, it was impossible.  She was one of a kind.  I loved her.  My family loved her.  And, she loved us just like we were her's.
So today, Ty and I drove home to Louisville.  We talked about how Clifford the Big Red Dog is "weally, weally big"on they way home.  And, how he gets to see his girlfriend Hannah at school again to tomorrow.  (he gets all giggly when he talks about her too.  hmmm....)   We counted cows and horses...you know, the important things in life.
We went to Mimi and Papaw's first, then to visit my Papaw in the nursing home.  Ty is still a little confused about my Papaw.  He calls my Dad, Papaw too.  So, we've had to start being very descriptive in saying Mama's Papaw or Ty's Papaw when we talk about him.  Papaw was very sleepy today, but he was laughing on and off.  Ty loved it.  He was so happy to tell Papaw about Buzz and Woody and he LOVED trying to wake Papaw up.  Ty really did enjoy visiting him and I just know that my Papaw loved him being there too.
We saw my sisters new house then went to the funeral home.  The same funeral home that Ty has been to 3 times now for my Mamaw and my Memaw.  The same funeral that has a "cool fountain" outside and birdies to watch.  He has the memory of an elephant so he was sure to tell us as we were walking in, "shhh, Mamaw "Wynch" is sweeping (sleeping).  we gotta be quiet"...that's what he told everyone at Memaw's funeral just a few months prior--that Memaw went night-night and then to heaven.
He's so stinkin' cute about it all it helps to remove the lump in your throat that forms anytime you step foot inside a funeral home. 
I love his innocent mind just telling us exactly what he's thinking.  I love his baggy clothes and how he's so tall and talkative that people about fall over when they realize he's just 2 (almost 3 though, he's very quick to correct you).  He is a mess.  (For those of you that don't know what a mess is, it's a loving term that means they're so dag on cute and rotten that you just want to eat them up with a spoon!)
Now it's time to list some Ty-ism's yet again...but he's just that darn funny...

-As we're walking in the funeral home today, he says "Mimi, you got some coins for me to throw?" (into the fountain).  As we're walking out, Ty got his coins (Mimi's boy...pshhhhh...ahhh).  He throws one like a baseball pitch and his momentum threw his hands and torso in the freakin' fountain.  Only my kid!
-The other night Ty and I went on a walk.  I was pushing like 70 lbs. of toddler and stroller up a mountain so yes, I was huffing and puffing.  Ty leans around and says "Mama, you okay back there?"  I told him I was fine (in between trying to catch my breath) and he said "Mama, you're breavin' weally loud".  Thanks Ty.  Thanks for pointing that out for me.  (for the record, I was pissed his sippy cup was empty by this point).
-As we crossed the Ohio River today, Ty said "Mama, dat the ocean?".  I told him that sure would be nice, but no.  It was the river.  (the river is very muddy right now for some reason).  He says, "eeeewww, dat river is really yucky.  It wooks like dirty poopy pants."
-In the grocery the other day, Ty saw a Cars cake.  He told me he wanted it for his "Birf-day on Ju-whyyyy the 9th".  I told him we'd bring it to school for his Birthday and he said, "Mama, dis is the boy cake.  Da girls eat the princess cake".  Ummmm, sorry to disappoint dude.  The girls will be eating on some Tow-Mater too if they want cake!

He just always seems to say things where Todd and I want to burst out laughing, but we have to contain ourselves so we don't embarrass him.  (when you child tells you to quit laughin' at them you know you've got to control it!)  Minus the whining because he doesn't get his way, this age is great.  He's potty trained.  He is loving.  He knows what he's supposed to do (as in, you can shower and trust him on the loose for more than 5 minutes at a time.).  He sleeps without issues.  He says, "please" and "thank you" and "I'm sorry" when he's supposed to.  He's curious.  He's smart.  And, he's articulate (and adjective his teacher used on Friday describing him).  Yes, that is right on. 
Ty Man's almost 3.  OMG, that sounds like such a big boy...and he can even play soccer this fall. 
On that note, lets press pause for a moment, or a year.  This is fun!
*Okay, this post is kind of sugar-coated.  Yes, this age is fun.  Ty is fun.  Tantrums...they happen.  Jealousy...it happens.  But, all in all, this age is so...rewarding.  He's not perfect.  Okay, he's close, but no one is perfect.  Each day gets better and better as far as meltdowns and grumpiness.  Or, at least he is aware of it now which makes big difference!

Y3W: Got Shades Acey?

Ace is an early bird like his Mama. Actually, both the boys are. Acey gets up with me and we watch Mickey Mouse together (early AM cardio to the Hot Digity Dog song anyone?) almost daily.  Ace is obsessed with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse...just like his Brother was at this age. Oh Tooooodles! Yeah, he says that all day long.
This morning, Boo-Boo (I'm pretty sure he has only been called "Ace" only a handful of times. It's Acey, Boo, or Boo-Boo...not sure why, it just is) was chillin' in his shades. Little ham!
This weekend is a pool day tomorrow and then we're going to work on some cleaning and purgin'. My closet has officially made me batty.
Cars 2 is on the agenda too...at the Drive-In. We have a busy, busy week next week: Ace's is getting tubes on Wednesday, Mama's leaving for MIAMI on Thursday and I'll be there until next Monday. Ty has Vacation bible school next week (along with his regular school) too. Did I mention Ty's Birthday party will be the next Sunday, the 10th? Holy Mama's got work to-do Batman!
Oh Maternity leave in the summer, how I miss you so. The question is...will I ever get it again???

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Raising boys…
Oh what a joy it is to have 2 little boys in my life.  2 son's.  What's ironic to me is my sister also has 2 boys. And, my 2 Sister’s from another Mother, Taryn and Stephanie, have 2 boys too. Yeah, that’s 8 kids under 6. Kym, my DEAR friend that I don’t get to see nearly as often as I would like…she has 3 boys too. 3 boys that are amazing I might add. Jeremy has been to Iraq. He’s a true HERO. Logan just signed with the Braves organization and he’s following his childhood dream: To be a Professional Baseball player. And John T. I’m not quite sure why we call John “John T.” but we do.  John T. is the most kind-hearted boy you will ever know.  He gives the best hugs too!
Todd knew this awesome family…yes, Scott, for this post I’ll call you awesome...long before I came along. Todd and I were just dating and we ran into each other in Chicago at a Cubs game in Chicago.  (that's 5 hours away, mind you, and Todd literally lived 1 minute from them in Owensboro!)  We went to a cookout shortly after at their home and bada-bing, bada-boom, we were instantly at each other’s homes weekly. They lived just around the corner from Todd’s house and we did everything with them. We went to DC to watch Brad play together, we drove over to Evansville too many times to count together for shopping and dinner (oh, Kym how I miss those days!), and we have watched more ballgames together than you can even imagine.
Todd and I had no kiddos yet, and we LOVED their boys like our own.
We loved them so much, their entire family was a part of our wedding.


Logan, Todd, Scott and in the front, John T.

(side note, my single bridesmaids were totally wondering who the “hot” usher was at the rehearsal dinner at the Louisville Slugger Museum. Ummm, it was Logan. He had just turned 16 and he didn’t have his driver’s license yet.)


Todd and Kym...where am I?

Then came kiddos. Kym prayed Ty was a boy from day one.
She’s an ESPN watching Mama, and so am I. She knew what I needed!
Little John T. and the neighborhood boys would stop by during the hot summer days while I was on maternity leave almost daily. They knew we had popsicles (my #1 craving of both of my pregnancies). John loved to hold Ty Man. Until he puked on him and scarred him for life…lol!
When Ty was just 6 months old we accidently found our house we live in now and we sold our house right down the street from them.  We did this all in 27 days (all during baseball season!).  Yeah, it was a bit of a whirlwind. It happened so fast that we didn’t even have time to think about how we wouldn’t be able to walk to Scott and Kym’s anymore...
Life happens, Acey came along, and long story short…we don’t get together hardly at all. But, when we see each other and talk we pick up right where we left off and we carry on just like good friends do.
Kym is not only an inspiration to me—a friend that’s been there, done that. A friend that encourages and a friend that gives advice because she knows I need it.
But she's fun.  She knows how to make EVERYONE have fun.  You feel better about yourself when you're with her.
Anyhow, she posted this on Facebook the other day—the day Logan signed with the Braves. It makes me cry each time I read it.
We took Logan to the airport today. He is on his way to report to the Atlanta Braves. While we waited for his plane to leave, we saw a dozen of our American Soldiers ready to deploy to Iraq, and families waiting for their sons or daughters to return. It brought back memories of when my own son left, and, happily, returned from Iraq.  We saw a mom and dad returning from the Ukraine with 3 young children they had adopted. They had been gone for 40 days, and they have 3 biological children who were anxiously waiting to see their parents and to meet their new siblings. They happily presented their new family members with American flags. Needless to say, I was a mess!! 
As I was cleaning Logan's room with his collection of 3 years of college paraphernalia, I looked on the back of his door where he has several items taped. There is a picture of two little boys playing backyard baseball in their barefeet. In the bottom left corner, Logan wrote "Dream Big".
I thank all of you for your kind words to me and my family, the cards of well wishes to Logan. I ask GOD'S Blessing on your family. Most of all, I thank GOD for what HE has done in my life. I am so honored HE has blessed me with 3 wonderful sons.
Please pray for our Soldiers who serve our country, the familiy who opened their door to 3 young children, and for Logan, as he goes about living his "Big Dream"

I say it often, but my goodness am I lucky. These boys of her’s are the men my boys get to look up to. 
Dream Big Boys...Dream Big.

A Playdate with my Cousins

It's no secret that my boys think their cousins are kind of a big deal.  When they come to our house, or we go to their's, Ty is so hyper and excited he can't stand it!  I love it!  They may live 1 hour and 45 minutes away (15 mintues less than it used to, thank you hwy. 231 for finally being complete), but Ty talks about them daily.  These are some pic's the morning after Ace's Birthday Party...in no particular order:

Ace 12 months, Ty-2, Ethan-6, Blake 15 months

This picture cracks me up.  Yes, he's in a grocery cart. 

Ethan's praising Jesus and Blake's pissed.  Such a sad face...even still...the picture cracks me up!

Big Bro's holding the babies.

Ace would live in the puppy tent if we let him.  He loves it in there!

Blakey was a serious chef...he got so in to it he pulled the door off the cookie monster stove!

Sneaking in a little choo-choo time.  Ty must have had his back turned...he says "only Big Boys play choo-choo's Acey and Blakey!"

Chuga-Chuga---oooo, Chuga-Chuga----AHHHHH!

He LOVES his puzzles

And, last but not least...





Videos from the Weekend: Happy Father's Day

Yes, my kids are mis-matched.  Yes, my kids are loud.  Yes, I sound like a country bumpkin'.  Whatev...

Lets throw in a picture too:

Ty, Ace, and Daddy workin' puzzles.  Ty was in charge.



And, my favorite.  My boys Superhero:

Daddy went and got us doughnuts today (okay, okay, so I know I should have taken care of breakfast but the man needed dip.  Gross, I know.  But, that's a valid excuse!

Todd wore this to go get doughnuts this morning.  Well, at least he wore it to the car so Ty could see him wearing it.  Ty was SO proud that Daddy had a cape on! 

Last but not least...

Me and My Dad.  11.25.2006



The story behind the laughter?  My Dad decided about 5 hours before the wedding he wanted to learn how to Waltz.  Like, really Waltz.  Todd and I had taken dance lessons before our wedding and we did the Rumba.  My Dad and Mom had taken classes before on some Swing dancing (in which I LOVE BTW) and my Dad wanted to be a little fancier than the standard standing in a circle and rocking back and forth. We danced to "I Loved Her First" so we needed something slow. We tried...we worked on it at home, in their basement, for about an hour.  When it was our turn to dance, my Dad's grip on my hand was so tight and he was so stiff...that darn Waltz looks easier than it really is!  

After about halfway through the dance I was like, "screw it Dad.  I think breathing is more important than counting your steps on the dance floor.  Our relationship is so not a "Waltz".  We cracked ourselves up the entire time! (Thanks goodness...it diverted tears that probably would have been streaming down both of our faces if we couldn't have laughed!)

Good Memories.  Good times.

Oh yes, I'm a lucky girl!

Memories

Last night Ty and I were looking at the 786 pictures I have on my i-phone during the breathing treatment. Yes, my phone pictures are a bit of a hoarding problem for me.
Anyhow, we were going from the most recent and then backwards. We looked at him pounding Acey with his Handy Manny hammer on the head:

And, this (he was so proud.  I was not...):

I remembered how I felt at the moment Ty poured his "Tigers all by myselfs, Mama" as he says it.  For the recored it was an ENTIRE BOX OF TIGERS (Frosted Flakes).  I can now laugh about it, thankfully.
And then we saw this:

My Aunt Dorothy. I forgot the picture was on my phone from my cousins Derby Party this year. My heart jumped. Aunt Dorothy, my Memaw’s sister, passed away last weekend.  The Derby party was a favorite of Aunt Dorothy’s…she loved some jello shots (and pudding shots too!).
Aunt Dorothy was one smart cookie. She was a nurse and sharper than a tack until the end. When Memaw took her turn for the worse, about a  week before she passed away, Aunt Dorothy started feeling bad. Well, she started being more vocal about feeling bad. Leukemia had taken over. She had a rough 2 months before she finally made it home to heaven. Home, to where her “Sis”, my Memaw, was awaiting her.
Her funeral was so hard to sit through...
and it made me miss my Memaw even more.  Aunt Dorothy was a link to Memaw that we thought we'd have for many years to come. Her grandaughters all read or sang and it was beautiful.  There were many laughs from comments about how she planned everything about her funeral and how you did things because it's what "Dorothy" said so.  How at the age of 75 she was finally told she couldn't get on her roof anymore to clean the gutters.  No, they didn't mention her love for jello shots during the funeral:

Derby 2009

But, those of us that saw her have her fun at the Derby parties will never forget the time she had her first jello shot and she sat it down afterwards and said, "now before I leave, I need to write that recipe down!".  We have laughed and laughed about that!
Over the last several years, we've tried to get together for girls days with Aunt Dorothy's family.  We've visited wineries, hosted baby and wedding showers, and went to tea rooms.  We always found a reason to celebrate "something".  They came down 2 different times to Owensboro for a favorite things day and we had a ball:

Aunt Dorothy is on the 2nd row, left.

Anyhow, Ty and I scrolled and scrolled through pictures and we ended up going all the way back to last summer. My boys visiting Memaw and Papaw in the nursing home.
God that hurt. It hurts because my boys don’t get to know the Grandparents I had. 
I was so lucky.  My family may have been small, but my goodness, we were loved.  So loved. 
Pictures. They bring back so many emotions—some happy and some sad.
But, more importantly, they give me a memories that I never, ever want to forget. Memories I will share with my boys and pray that one day they will understand that family really means everything.

Y3W: Dang, I'm Cute

He's cute, and we know it! This picture was taken in front of the floor mirror in our room. Ace spends quite a bit of his free time there. His other free time is spent turning my bathtub water faucet on, then off, on, then off again all the while laughing hysterically. Or, flinging the wall protector door spring-thingy's back and forth. (I have a video (vhs of course, hello 80's) of me kicking one of those same things...he gets hit honest).  Our house puts Toy Stores to shame, yet my kiddos only want to be outside or playing with things that aren't really toys...hmmmm.
Ace Man is officially getting tubes on June 29th. It's been a long time coming, but now that he's a year old it's time to take care of those little ears of his.  It seems like most kiddos we know have tubes so I'm not as nervous as some might think. 
Just for his 13 month old record:  Acey has some new words this week.  Toodles (from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Oso (special Agent Oso), cheee-o's (cheerios), and holdmmm (hold-me). He LOVES books and loves to be read to (and to read to himself or whomever will listen...Mr. Independent). He wears a size 5 shoe, 2t/3t clothes, and he is about to walk any second.  He takes steps and stands by himself, but when he makes his mind up to go he stops, drops, and crawls.  And, I'm pretty sure if we had a baby crawl race he'd kick some major baby bootie.  He does have quite a bit of baby to balance (not to mention his equilibrium being off balance with his ears) so we shall see if these tubes do their job!
He has 3 molar teeth and some additional teeth coming in.  He wants to do everything Big Brother does.  And, then some.  Oh, and he's Boo or Boo-Boo to us!
Loving this life more and more each day...

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Y3W: Through the Year (Ace's 1st Year)

Pictures make me smile.  Pictures of my kids make me...well, they make my heart happy. 
Before I had kids I knew time went by fast.  2 kids later, I'm in shock at how fast it really goes by.  To look back at these monthly pictures and see how he fast this last year went is amazing to me.  And, it reminds me to let them be little.  'cause they're only that way for a while...

1 Month

2 Months

3 Months

4 Months

5 Months



6 Months

7 Months

8 Months

9 Months

10 Months

11 Months

12 Months



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Super Ace's Birthday Picture Post

Super Ace had an awesome Birthday Party on Saturday.  The kids had fun and the adults had fun watching the kids have fun.  To everyone who attended, thank you.  Thank you for loving my little Acey.  Thank you for loving my family.  And, to those who couldn't come, thank you for loving us too!
I'll skip the Mama talk.  It's time for some pictures!

Let's begin with decor:


Cake and Gift Table

The banner was going to be on a string like a real banner but transporting it to U-Bounce was going to cause all kinds of havoc I didn't want to deal with.  So, I cut the letters but saved time and didn't punch the slots for ribbon.  We used Mavius Tape to tape the letters created by Dimpleprints. 
A cake close up:


Made By SissyBubs Sweets in Owensboro (Ace's Smash Cake was a cupcake that ended up being PERFECT!)

The star of the show...


Cake Smash.  Total hit!

Ace Man had a rough first 1/2 of the party.  He is getting his top AND bottom molars in.  He was diagnosed with his 12th ear infection 2 days before the party too (ENT appt. Scheduled for next week...it's tube time for Acey).  So, until he was fed popcorn and cake, he looked like this:

To say he was not happy would be an understatement.  He was miserable.  I forgot teething med's (bad Mom, I know...) and tylenol (kind of preoccupied with party stuff, geeez).  But after we were able to cool down in the party room he was fine.  He was content.  All was right in the world because he had...POPCORN!
It couldn't have came at a better time.  Ace Man LOVES popcorn. 

We found the way to his pe-piken' heart.  Puffcorn.  Just shove it in there and he's a happy camper!  Hat by Goldenshop.

Daddy (black Superman shirt) and Ty Man Sliding for Home



Just some of the kiddos--it was impossible to get just 1/2 of them to look at the camera!

Miss Super Savannah Ray
(cloud bulletin board paper-Hobby Lobby)

Ava...Gorgeous!

Just some of the Jumper's Fan Club.  Lets call them the Super Fam.

Birthday Boy with Papaw (yes, Papaw wore a Batman shirt)

My Mom (Mimi), Super Ace, and Todd's Mom (Nana)

We just all had an awesome time...



Ethan and Ty Man.  They're kind of a big deal 'round here!  I LOVE the way Ty is looking at E.  LOVE THEM!

Tyce, Brock, and Easton.  So stinkin' cute!

Classic Super Ty CHEEEEESE

Blakey with the Hulk Hands

Bryce and Brayden...takin' a break

Sweet Max...ball in hand!  He gets it honest!

Ace Man and Me (I had a Superwoman shirt but if I had to do it again I'd be Wonderwoman.  Dont' laugh...)
...somebody likes cupcakes!

Ace's outfit:  I bought the jammies off of ebay (a set of Superman and Batman).  My friend Mollie from Rags 2 Riches received my ebay shipment, monogrammed over the "S" with an "A" and then sent them on to me! 

Mimi, Nana, GG (Todd's Grandma-Ace and Ty's Great Grandma, and myself all had special necklaces. (You can see them in each of our pictures) They all were the Superman Logo with our names in them because we're all Super.  I mean really, it takes a village to raise a child and we couldn't it without them!  These were from IMCreations. 

How about some more cake pics?

 And, more decor and favors (again, not too much, but a little SuperHero flair to make sure than every kid had their Super-Hero Powers for the day!)

Capes from Sew Jane and Mom and I cute out the stars on sticky felt.  Each kid got a cape!  (yes, girls chose from pink and purple!).  Favor tags from Dimpleprints.

Each kid also got a Super Power Ring:

Ring Pops

I would have made a bigger deal out of these if I would have had a real display area to work with.  They also got Pop Rocks (Kryptonite Rocks), glow bracelets, and of course...silly bandz.  Taryn sent this adorable lunchbox: 

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that held all the small favors we gave out.  She's so thoughtful.  And, creative.  And, I miss her so...  Random Thought:  Since T lives in Austin and we can't do Birthdays together we need to have 1 kick-butt Birthday Party each year to celebrate our boys!  Carry-on...

And, last but not least, another collage of the kiddos and family.  We love them so...

I'm so glad we I chose the Super Ace theme for this party!  Some things didn't work out due to not having it at home, but U-Bounce was THE PERFECT place to celebrate our little Ace Man.  They served (and even cut) the cake and other foods we served (Superman Ice Cream, duh!), veggies trays, puff-corn popcorn, and PIZZA! 

You're Super, Ace.  Really, you are. 

LOVE YOU'S Baby Boy!

Happy Birthday Super Ace

Here is a short video to show some of the party.
I'm too tired for words to go with it.  (other than a disclosure that I was hesitant to post this because I'm freakin' scary.  It was HOTTER THAN HAITI today and I have no makeup on.  I'm too tired to debate with myself over this anymore.  And, it is ACE's party, not mine. Carry-On...)
Okay, so here's some singing:

Okay, so my eye hurts and I'm going to bed.
Peace out!

Y3W: Just Catchin' Bugs (and a little bit of Party Scoop)

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I Love This Picture:

Ace felt like absolute poo when this picture was taken.  Actually that was his 10th or 11th ear infection in his 11 months of life (and, as of yesterday we're up to 12).  Ty Man wanted skittles in the bug jar so, he got them.  That's one thing Ms. Kate's been trying to teach me these last 3 years.  Kids call the shots in the photography studio!
I was actually kind of worried I wouldn't like any of the pictures from this session.  In true Captured Moments fashion, they rocked it.  My boys look happy.  And, like they're...well, like they're catching bugs outside!  On a whole 'nother note, it's crunch time for Acey's 1st Birthday Party.  We're having it at an indoor jumpy place here in town and I'm kind of worried that I'm trying to decorate too much.  Who really cares about labeled water bottles?
I DO!
I am super-pumped about the cake and the details (although my life-size superhero's fell through...boo).  I'm kind of thinking we won't even want to cut the cake because it's probabably bad luck to slice open Super Man's Ace's chest, huh?
But, we do have kryptonite rocks (pop rocks) and...
well, I can't give all the secrets away!
Nana, Todd's Mom, helped me tonight get ready (just cutting away) and Mom and Dad will be here tomorrow.  This whole eye surgery thing before the long weekend last week really altered my time-line.  It's hard to do anything with your eyes closed!

So...this weekend is dedicated to him:

SB2011-Ace Man

Where we hope we get bunches of these:

Smiles.  Lots of smiles!