Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Love the Fourth...

There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is right with America.” — Bill Clinton

There is so much right in this country.
The fourth of July is our time to celebrate the good ole" USA... and if there is one thing we do really well around here, it is that we celebrate really well. In fact I think celebrating is my favorite. Kind of like smiling is Elf's favorite. We love the fourth around here quite a bit and I thing the fourth is my favorite too. So celebrating the fourth is for reals my favorite. Wait... I think I say that every time I am writing about a holiday. 

But for reals I think it is.

Tom and I are creatures of habit and all our holidays don't deviate much year to year. I like to say we are strong in our traditions.  Traditions are important right? The only thing that changes is if we have guests or not.  This year we didn't.  :(
Our day goes like this...  
We go for a run

We hurry home fix a big breakfast and eat it in the backyard.  

We gather everybody's bikes and since we are in a hurry all the bike tires are flat and we have to pump up every tire.This takes time and now we are in a bigger hurry but after what seems like we have been in the driveway for the better of three hours we are ready to go and we ride our bikes down the trail to the Danville parade.  This is my personal highlight and as I was wearing a red, white and blue dress this year (dang I don't have a picture of myself...I will see if Tom has one because it's important for the visual) and I was on my red beach cruiser, with a flag coming out of the basket, I had several people comment on my patriotism..haha 

Then we watch the parade...perfect temp this year btw.
Extra special too because our Benjamin was in the parade.
His Rugby team "The Oaks"were the national champs this year.  I know seriously...the best in the whole stinkin country.  
It is just so amazing and cool and fantastic and wonderful.
So they got there very own truck in the parade. ;)  I was so excited and I was taking so many pictures that I caused quite a scene. Good thing it wasn't just me flipping out but Tom as well.  He took some of the crazy off of me because it was a toss up of who was more excited.

Then we have a huge barbecue at our house and it is so. much. fun. 
We swim and make home made ice cream and we talk and we laugh and we sweat because it is so hot and I love it so much.  This year we had Miller's, Keysors, Christensen's and of course John and Ann.  I don't even have one picture because in the chaos I forgot all about my camera and that does not happen very often.  But it did and now I don't have a picture. 

After all of our friends leave John and Ann and our family go in search of fireworks.
Sometimes we are lucky. 
 Last year we saw them going off in Berkeley behind us and in front of us as we were driving across the bay bridge...Amazing.
This year we weren't lucky and we saw like 1 in the way way distance and we really tried to find more but to no avail but we were still happy because we think we are funny and no one else does shenanigans like we do.  I mean you have to be nuts/funny to start driving into the city at 10:00 with no plan and hoping to see fireworks. 
But it was just so much fun....I mean just the best and I feel so lucky and I went to bed thinking how much is right with America.
I am so blessed.

We went to Carmel for a couple of days before the 4rth and we drove home late on the July 3rd.
Ella and Ann were at girls camp so it was just John, Tom, Ben, Charlie and me.
Just me and the boys. :)

I love this...I stared at it and I really want this to be my honey and me.

Missing his playmate Ella.  They fight hard and they play hard but oh he was sad without her.

Finally a man started blowing bubbles...

Ella and Ann got home from girls camp late July 3rd.  We both got to our house at like 11:00

Our small town Danville parade where there are no floats...  just cars, tractors, policeman, trucks...you know things like that. 
But they chuck lots of candy.

Cue yelling and screaming because there is my Ben.

Here are the keysors girls with my kiddos.

Did I say how great these last few days were?

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Another End...

Aaand that's a wrap....

Once you are a mom your seasons aren't really winter,spring, summer, and fall.
They are simply the school year and summer. 
Those have been my seasons for somewhere around 17 years.
There are no words in the dictionary to explain the elation, joy, and overall fantastic relief when I ride my bike home on the last day of school.

I am yelling yipppee at the top of my lungs.
Buh Bye Rancho Romero Elementary school, Stone Valley Middle and San Ramon High.
Buh bye homework and ding dong projects, early mornings and teacher conferences.
I will not miss you one bit.
Helloooo sleeping in, no schedules, long bike rides, constant swimming and picnics.

So much better....

But there are a few highlights that are worth documenting at the elementary school level because school stops being fun after that.;)

The Rancho Romero Spring Sing
Because 2nd graders singing are funny

See the little girl picking her nose? That's funny

Rancho Romero Back to School night
Because going to the science room 17 years in a row isn't enough.

Also take a look at Charlie's Polar Bear habitat that Tom made with him.  Yes, I don't do any of the kids school arts projects... that is not in my job description.  I stink at them and Tom is amazing. I mean c'mon look at the blood from the polar bear eating the seal.  
Charlie was thrilled.

Rancho Romero's End of the School Carnival
Because it is the end of the school year and it is a carnival.

This is the highlight of Charlie's young life.
We were leaving the carnival and we were about 15 yards away and Charlie looks at me with his expressive eyes and says, "I can't wait for next years carnival."
Now that's right up there with Christmas excitement.

He is just soooo pleased with the prizes he turned in for his tickets.

This is the only thing that I will miss...riding my bike to school with my favorite pal.
We look for cats.  That is Charlie's favorite animal.
Charlie tells me stories. 
One time this year Charlie cut in front of me and I wiped out.  It's like being a kid all over again.

I know I don't have this to look forward much longer because Charlie graduated from me picking him up after school.  Why do they have to grow up?

Monday, June 22, 2015

Fenton's Creamery...

Oh nothin'...just eating ice cream.

After Stake conference tradition dictates eating Fenton's ice cream in Oakland.
The only time it doesn't is when Nicholas is in town.
Just kidding Nick I think you have officially earned it back...

The back story:
K when Nicholas was a teen probably in the ninth grade or so we went to stake conference.  After the meeting everyone assumed, and nobody more so than Nick, that we would go to Fenton's.  After loading everyone in the car, we informed the kiddos that Benjamin had a soccer game and that we weren't going to have ice cream.
Now you have probably heard that teens resort back to toddlerhood but unless you have a teen you have never seen a temper tantrum quite like it.  
He kicked and flaled his big arms and yelled that we were the worst parents in the history of ever.

The same punishment goes for teens as toddlers so I said, "As long as you are on the planet I will never buy you Fenton's again."
Harsh? Maybe.. but c'mon I love the guy but I was ticked.
That was somewhere around 6- 7 years ago and I have not once bought him ice cream at Fenton's.

When he saw the pictures he wondered if he was out of the dog house yet or if I was still going to hold strong.
The answer is holy cow yes you are.
I think I got my point across sufficiently and that kid has certainly earned Fenton's back.
Come home...when are we going?

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