Last Day of School

So sadly enough, today was Tanner's last day of school. He is pretty sad that he won't be going back to Mrs. Nikki's in the fall. I think I am going to just do a home-school preschool next year because we won't be in Minneapolis until school is starting, and I don't know anyone out there. But that is okay, I think it will be fun! So this is the treat we made for the party...

We made a lot of them...

He had so much fun, there were a couple of stations for games, look at the determination on his face during the egg walk... (she hard boiled the eggs...so smart!)

And he loved the soccer obstacle course...

I was in charge of the water balloon station with an old friend (Melissa Smith). Tanner had fun tossing the water balloons with his friends Tristan and Ethan... Tanner and Mrs. Nikki...

Thanks Mrs. Nikki, you are awesome! We will miss you!!!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Dad!
You're my favorite dad in the whole world! Thanks for everything you do and for being an awesome Pop! We love you!
Love, Us

As of late...

First, my apologies for leaving the mean old hag up so long. Moving on...

Once upon a time, my building was an awesome place to live, not only have there been some really cool neighbors over the years, but we have had nothing behind us. But in the short time since the snow's departure, there have been construction workers aplenty. It first started with a mens complex across the canal...

But we have no need to worry about that now because we can't see past this building going up on the other side of the fence...

Good thing we are not permanent fixtures here, huh? Although many of you would be to differ!

Well, here are the kids... Kate likes popcorn, a lot...

and Tanner likes to do this... your guess is as good as mine!

Have a nice day!!! Thanks for visiting!

Have you ever had this experience?

You take your kids into the store and the moment you walk in, everything turns sour. A tantrum begins, but you only need one item, so you pray that you can just make it quick. You are rushing though the store, trying to keep the tantrum in the cart, and while you are grabbing that one item that you need, an old woman turns to you and makes a snide remark about your lack of parenting skills. Perspiration breaks out on your forehead as you feel yourself flush with embarassement. You want to bite back, but is it worth it? No. Is it polite? No. The next best thing is to escape. Flee, before the tears that you were already holding back make their way to the surface. You pay for the one, single, blasted item that you needed, and get the tantrum contained in the car. Thankfully, you have large sunglasses that can cover the tears that are now welling and can no longer be blinked back. The tantrum makes it all the way home. You are still warm and are so grateful that it is raining and windy because it cools your hot cheeks. You get the tantrum put away into the bedroom and sit down on the stairs crying, trying not to hate that mean old lady...

I did today.