Cole's World: Rough and Tumble

We were in Oklahoma a week or so ago...Cole came back to Texas looking like this...

This child 'o mine is a rough as they come. He runs, kicks, flips and wears his cowboy boots from the minute he wakes in the morning til the very last second sleep takes him over. And on most nights, he fights his sleep. 

This was his first black eye. No, he did not get punched by his big brother or by his cousin O. Nope, Cole took care of this one all by himself. He was running, got tripped up and fell face first into the bed. He's nose made a perfection connection with the bed frame. Thankfully, his nose was not broken. Sadly, this is what I had to walk around with...people giving me looks and all. 

Eventually the black eye cleared up but Cole's little tough guy attitude is still intact. The run-in with the bed frame did not slow him down. I hope and pray this is the only black eye my baby ever gets. :) 

November, Where did you go?

Oh my goodness...is it really December? Last time I checked we were trick or treating, eating pounds and pounds of Halloween candy, and talking about our trip to Oklahoma for Thanksgiving. Well now here I am and November is just a memory.

The Oklahoma trip was great. Jason & Jase began the trip by getting an 8 point buck! I am not sure who was more excited about this...Jase or Jason...it's a toss up! On Sunday we attended church with mom. Always special going back to Spring Baptist especially when my husband is home to go with us. Thanksgiving day was wonderful. We spent the day at my mom's eating and visiting with family. My little family so enjoyed spending time with my cousins and their kids...it was a great day! Mom and I managed to do a little Black Friday shopping before meeting up with Uncle Dale & Heather at John 3:16 Mission in Tulsa to serve Thanksgiving dinner.

So that sums up our Thanksgiving trip to Oklahoma. Hope you and yours had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

I leave you with a photo of Jase and Jason's prize. Enjoy!

Mom-of-School-Age-Kid Blues

I have the up-and-go-to-Oklahoma-while-Jason-is-gone blues which makes for the Mom-of-school-age-kid blues. It ain't pretty

It has been 4 months since I've been in my home state with my people. It has been almost 3 months since I've gone anywhere. I am getting a little restless. Forget a little...I am a lot restless. With Jase in "real" school now, kindergarten not preschool, the boys and I can no longer come and go as I please. Nope, I actually have to stay home. I have to stay put. School is important after all, right?

I am so looking forward to one random day when school is out and Jason can have a day off from work so we can make a trip to Louisiana. And I am really looking forward to Thanksgiving break to when we make the drive up I-45 and across the Red River. In the mean time I will try and fight the urge to blow off a day or two of school and endure the wait until I can go home.

6 weeks. 6 weeks is going to take forever.  It's only 6 weeks.