What Freedom Means

Mary Blake's Discovery class has been talking about freedom. They had to write what freedoms means to them. . . What Freedom Means By Mary Blake Brashier What freedom means to me is doing what I want. Without freedom my parents might not have my brothers and me. We could not draw or write what we want. We couldn't read what we want. We couldn't read the Bible or praise God. Freedom means choosing what we want. I want just that. I know I am biased, but I thought that was a pretty wise definition for an 8 year old!

Ohhhh Mary Blake

Do you see this sweet face?? Yesterday at the dr's office, I was trying to remind myself that this sweet, creative, delightful child was not possessed. . . That is harsh, you may think, but if you could call up Dr. Ireland he might agree.... So, yesterday I took the kids to make sure they didn't have strep - which they did. The first 15 minutes went smoothly - temp checked, weight checked, colored on the paper, laughed at dr ireland, etc. Got griff checked out (I mean why not - while we are there) and he had an ear infection. Great. Then Collins realized Dr. I had pulled out the long swabs. He started crying, but pulled it together when Dr. I promised a popsicle. Then came MB. Oh. my. word. The child fought the swab with all her might. I will spare you details, but a nurse ended up taking griffin for me, and 3 of us proceeded to hold MB down while Dr Ireland laid across her and pried her mouth open. This morning she woke up and said she had a bad dream. . . can you guess?? She dreamed she had to get swabbed again. . . poor girl. I did hug her and kiss her lots and lots and lots after the whole ordeal.

 

8 months

Can't believe he is 8 months. Time is certainly flying by. This week I discovered he has 2 more teeth coming in - this will be #5 and #6!! He is sitting up really well and can get where he wants to by scooting or rolling. No crawling yet (thankfully). He does have a lot of weight to move around. . . As for food, he is not that crazy about baby food. He would much rather have what everyone else is eating. For example, went to eat Mexican Tues night - do you think he was excited about the food I brought him??? Ended up ordering him a cheese tortilla. Before you get too concerned about all that grease - I only gave him about 1/4 of it. He was soooo happy - smacking his lips with each bite.

 

 

 

 

Taken care of. . .

Mary Blake LOVES to take care of Griffin. She covered him up with her favorite blanket (given to her by Aunt Lis when she was born) and dog dog tucked bedside him. Griffin was quite cozy.

 

 

 

 

Boxer man

I know I have shared this story with most of the fam, but I wanted to put it in here, so that one day when I finally get around to printing out the last 2 years of blogging, it'll be there. Last Friday, I got a call from Sherry (sweetest lady ever) in the office at Collins' school. She said that Collins had a tee tee accident and got his pants wet. She found him some undies and boxers to go over them, but felt sure I would want to come get him. Threw griffin in the car and sped down 78....all the while imagining the embarrassment Collins must be feeling. Poor thing, wet his pants, and is now hanging out in boxers in the office! Oh no, he also wore his black Diego socks. So, now I am picturing him embarrassed, boxers, black socks, white new balances.....when will i get there???? I get there, jog with Griffin across the parking lot and find my boy dancing - yes dancing - around the office - black socks and all. Hey Mama! Look at my cool shorts!!! Not a care in the world! I asked him what happened and he said that Jake had done something so funny it made him laugh and wet his pants!

Please don't tell him. . ..

I served these at supper last week. Collins (my extremely picky eater) came up to the table and said what is that? (that happens every night). . . I told him they were cheesy bread bowls - lying by omission, I know. Anyway, he said YUM, then proceeded to eat 5 of them! DO NOT tell him he ate spinach and artichokes - Don't wanna ruin my moment. If anyone has time, call me and I will tell you the many many stories of him gagging on things AND throwing up - fun times, yes, fun times

Happy Birthday Mary Blake and Collins!!

Mary Blake just turned 8 and Collins turned 6. Where has the time gone??? When did my babies become "big kids"? This year they wanted a big top cupcake for their cakes. . . you know, the crazy infomercial that comes on during Saturday morning cartoons??? Friday I began baking the cupcake cakes - supposedly 25x bigger than your average cupcake. They looked so small. So, I baked 2 more. Note to self: One cake is PLENTY! I now have 2 and 1/2 cupcake cakes left!!! We had popcorn (thanks to the waterers for the popcorn maker), corndogs, chips and dip. Such gourmet food. Thanks to all the fam for making the trek to Tupelo. Even Banks (Elisabeth's dog) came to the party!

 

 

 

 

School Birthdays

What a busy week. I started off really behind due to us all - except Griffin - having the stomach bug. Yuck, I know. Monday was MB's birthday and Wednesday was Collins' birthday. So, Griffin and I loaded up the party gear and made our appearance for the school parties! Mary Blake opted for fruit and fruit dip for her school treat. (My health nut) Collins went for making twinkie cars with cookies, teddy grahams, pretzels, and marshmallows!

 

 

 

 

My Little Pilgrim

Mary Blake whipped up this little number for Griffin with the sleeves that Brad cut off his white t-shirt. He sported that cut-off tee at a basketball game. Apparently that is an ok thing to do?!