Summer is in full swing in the Dodds house.
Yep, kids have been fighting as much as possible.
No one wants to sleep in their own bed yet they don't want to bunk together in the family room either. But they do anyway.
And, I, being a glutton for punishment.....don't really enforce bedtimes during the summer.
What?! You crazy woman!
I know!
Hey, it does eliminate the need to cook breakfast because everyone is waking up closer to lunch. Well, the big kids are. G hasn't gotten the memo that he can totally sleep in during summer.
We haven't made any road trip treks further than an hour and half yet. I'm itching to get on the road.
Yes, I'm craving a road trip.
Me...the chick with three kids. And family that lives 12 hours away.
It's tradition. And I miss my family.
And I'm already getting pretty stoked about all of the thrift shop stops I may find along the way.
Because, I'm addicted.
Just try to park me in front of a Goodwill and keep me in the car.....you.just.try.it.
Today, we went from three wild and crazy kiddos to one wild and crazy kid.
The big kids got dropped off at camp.
I've gotta' say...I was a bit sad after we dropped them off. I will miss them.
And this is coming from the woman who has been singing,
CAMP, SWEET, CAMP....I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU!
Let's get real here. Teenagers are nuts. They are plain out of their minds. Plus, my son eats more than a whole football team. And he puts no time limit on his non stop eating....all night long this child wanders into the kitchen and "quietly" makes himself sandwiches with massive amounts of lunchmeats and cheeses and polishes off handfuls of homemade muffins in a single bite.
Come to think of it, he might have a tapeworm.
My daughter isn't really trouble, per say....actually she's an amazing stylist who just happens to curl my hair for me because I have zero talent in that field. I can barely blow dry it without sucking my hair up in the vent.
Smell of burnt hair. Bad.
BUT....she does like to get bossy. She's 11. And a girl. That's her life. She also has two brothers. Which might be the worst punishment ever. Two brothers who are total extroverts and always all up inyourface.....yep. She claims that T is super nice at camp.
I can only hope that this is true.
And I'm also wondering, why the hell doesn't he act like that at home?
We've almost finished with swim team season....our first attempt at this sport. I like it!
Yes, you have to get up at ungodly hours to pack a cooler with diced fruit, water bottles, and Gatorade or maybe just a family size box of Cheez-Its. You have to sweat it out with swim team parents who you may or may not enjoy. But I kind of dig it. R has gotten pretty lucky and all of her swim buddies are really encouraging and sweet to each other. They also have a lot of fun together chilling out between events.
Soccer starts soon.
This means waking up at ridiculous hours and trekking across fields of icky wet grass and I always wear flip flops anyway even though I can not STAND the feel of wet grass on my feet. Hours in the sun.
But I love it.
I scream my head off.
I am that mom that you are cutting your eyes at because you think I'm being too loud and maybe telling my kid to take your kid out.
Just kidding.
Maybe.
Our plans for this week while we are 2/3's child free?
Get ready, folks...we're getting CRAZY here.
I'm cleaning R's room and giving it a much needed makeover.
Yep. I'm exciting. Dang it.
And I am way too excited for some of the projects I already have planned.
Some random pictures of our summer so far?
SURE. These are from my phone because I am way too tired right now to walk over to where my camera is and take out the memory card and blah, blah, blah..... :)
He lost his 2nd tooth today! And he's super amped up about being an only child for a few days. Can you tell? He sang a snippet of Thrift Shop this afternoon to for all of my Instagram followers.
My name is Liz. And I am addicted to thrifting. Goodwill score today.
He stopped being embarrassed of me for one picture and then he resumed his usual disgust and dismay at his parents being involved.
She still loves us.
Swim meet tats.
Chomping down on some S'mores with my boy.
My company every morning while I'm trying to enjoy my cup of coffee.
What my family room looks like every night.
Summer. Ice cream truck. Friends who own an ice cream truck. Bare feet. Done.
Our girl started her first step towards a straight smile. Back braces and retainer on....4 months down the road we should have a full on brace face.
We found THE products to turn your crunchy swimmer's hair into amazeballs hair.
My honey and me on Father's Day enjoying S'mores, his new fire pit, extreme heat and mosquitoes. Love.
Two of my loves. Our teenager decided he didn't need to participate in this family time.
Father's Day.
Movie night at our house is old school-tastic.
More thrift finds.
My mermaid.
Headed to the rec center to swim with my baby.
Baking has been my life so far this summer.
Sweet morning love.
Rec center fun.
A decent picture of myself. Watch out!!!
My stylist :)
Butter. Browning. Good.
Eat her bubbles!!
My movie dates.
Lunch with the hubs.
Stormy skies in Texas.
Tree house building fun! My husband rocks.
My toothless wonder with glowing ears.
Yep. More thrifting.
Last day of school shaving cream fight.
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
You Can't Take These Kids Anywhere...
My oldest got all gussied up (can you say that about guys?) last night for his girlfriend's Dancin' Doll banquet.
What's that you say? I forgot a 'g' on Dancin'? Nope. This here is Tejas...and the 'g' is not a well liked consonant when it comes to ending words.
Dancin'
Talkin'
Runnin'
Jumpin'
This is official business here, folks.....it is the real name of the dance team at our high school. And I'm okay with that.
So....back to my handsome son who has finally decided that it's nice to be clean. Praise the Lord for growing up.
On the other hand, as soon as he got dressed...I got teary. Blame it on the hormones because of that always looming time of the month or just blame it on being a mom. Seeing your son looking like a real-deal-loose-wheel TEENAGER. Bittersweet.
After B ironed his shirt and had him looking presentable-I'm not allowed to iron, B says I make it look worse than it started-I dragged T outside to take pictures. Which he loved.
In our house, not just one person can have pictures taken...that's just sacrilegious. Photo bombers are everywhere!
Only one serious picture is taken because my kiddos can not keep a straight face or deny their super silly face the right to show itself. The parents can't either...it's genetic.
Here is our totally serious front yard photo shoot.....
I know what you're thinking.....is that a machete in his hand?!
Why, yes it is.
Don't worry, he just grabbed it out of the back of Hubby's truck and he wouldn't truly hurt her with it. We hope.
Once again, I remind you...this is Texas.
And how cute is my bathing beauty? She was heading off to Swim Team pictures and practice. Her first swim meet is this weekend....at 7:30 a.m. Yep. And it's about 40 minutes away. Fun, fun.
In case you haven't noticed...I really dig these kids.
And P.S.-I really didn't feel like messing around on PicMonkey and putting my blog's name on every picture or even on one picture and messing with the font and yadda, yadda, yadda. SO...if you steal these pictures I will hunt you down and force you to eat massive amounts of butter by the stick. Comprende, amigo?
What's that you say? I forgot a 'g' on Dancin'? Nope. This here is Tejas...and the 'g' is not a well liked consonant when it comes to ending words.
Dancin'
Talkin'
Runnin'
Jumpin'
This is official business here, folks.....it is the real name of the dance team at our high school. And I'm okay with that.
So....back to my handsome son who has finally decided that it's nice to be clean. Praise the Lord for growing up.
On the other hand, as soon as he got dressed...I got teary. Blame it on the hormones because of that always looming time of the month or just blame it on being a mom. Seeing your son looking like a real-deal-loose-wheel TEENAGER. Bittersweet.
After B ironed his shirt and had him looking presentable-I'm not allowed to iron, B says I make it look worse than it started-I dragged T outside to take pictures. Which he loved.
In our house, not just one person can have pictures taken...that's just sacrilegious. Photo bombers are everywhere!
Only one serious picture is taken because my kiddos can not keep a straight face or deny their super silly face the right to show itself. The parents can't either...it's genetic.
Here is our totally serious front yard photo shoot.....
I know what you're thinking.....is that a machete in his hand?!
Why, yes it is.
Don't worry, he just grabbed it out of the back of Hubby's truck and he wouldn't truly hurt her with it. We hope.
Once again, I remind you...this is Texas.
And how cute is my bathing beauty? She was heading off to Swim Team pictures and practice. Her first swim meet is this weekend....at 7:30 a.m. Yep. And it's about 40 minutes away. Fun, fun.
In case you haven't noticed...I really dig these kids.
And P.S.-I really didn't feel like messing around on PicMonkey and putting my blog's name on every picture or even on one picture and messing with the font and yadda, yadda, yadda. SO...if you steal these pictures I will hunt you down and force you to eat massive amounts of butter by the stick. Comprende, amigo?
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Friday Night Lights.....Homecoming in the South
Depending on where you live, Homecoming might or might not be a big deal. Here, in Texas, it's a big, stinkin' deal. I moved here when I was 6 and I immediately was in love with the idea of Homecoming. First of all, Friday mornings in our elementary school meant that we could buy Spirit ribbons to pin on our shirts....for $1 each. And yes, real pins. Nowadays.....that would not happen. I'm sure there would be a breaking news story about some kid being stabbed in the eye with some one's Spirit ribbon pin. Back then, we were just excited to buy the ribbons, they always had fun slogans about beating the team our football team was playing. As I got older, I wanted nothing more on Homecoming than a Homecoming mum. Have you heard of the mum? Of course, you've heard of the gorgeous flower......but have you heard of the ribbon clad, huge fake flower of a Homecoming mum, complete with trinkets and bells.
Last weekend was Homecoming and it was a blast as always. I have a 7th grade son and a 4th grade daughter....our 4 year old decided he did not want to participate. Even the boys usually jump in the tradition, the girl they take to Homecoming buys him a garter. Which is basically a smaller version of the girl's mum but worn on the arm. T, our 7th grader went solo this year and didn't want Mom and Dad buying his garter for him. But he did love the mustache and hot lips photo props I created.
So, just a little insight before the Homecoming pictures.....
Last weekend was Homecoming and it was a blast as always. I have a 7th grade son and a 4th grade daughter....our 4 year old decided he did not want to participate. Even the boys usually jump in the tradition, the girl they take to Homecoming buys him a garter. Which is basically a smaller version of the girl's mum but worn on the arm. T, our 7th grader went solo this year and didn't want Mom and Dad buying his garter for him. But he did love the mustache and hot lips photo props I created.
So, just a little insight before the Homecoming pictures.....
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