My birthday

My birthday was a fun birthday. I turned ten. We had puppy chow for desert. I got he-man shows from my granddad and my grandma. I was so happy. My grandpa and my grandma who we call tam tam got me a osu hoody. Some of my friend's came over. They got me a sillyband two pencils and a eraser. For lunch we were going to chukechees but we had to do something els. So we had mckdonleds for lunch instead. I got lots of cards with money. Mom hasnt let me spend it yet.


Bear.

He is 35

Husband turned 35 yesterday.

He wrote about it on his blog.

Check it out.

Bridge

Theta Princess Party

Back in March, Princess was invited to a Princess Party.

How very appropriate.

Kara is a Theta and her house was having a Princess Party. They invited all the lovely little princess' in their lives. Kara invited Princess, of course.

Mom and I dropped them off at the Theta house and we went shopping and to eat. Mom bought me three pairs of jeans for my birthday.

When we returned to the house to pick them up we got to go inside and see everything.

Princess was over the moon. The house was teeming with little princess everywhere! they could go most anywhere in the house they wanted and they did!

Princess' hair was straightened, her nails were painted, and her face was make-upped.

So sweet.

Checking herself out.

She had a great time with K.K.. (my children's name for their Aunt Kara)

And I had a great time with Mom.

Bridget

Happy 9th Birthday, Bear!

Bear turns 9 today. We are in Chicken Town so we celebrated his birthday when we celebrated Hubs birthday with Grandma and Granddad.

You might be thinking that his cake looks a little wrong. (Or you might not) The thing is, Bear doesn't really like cake. He tries. He wants to. But when it comes down to it he just doesn't. So I offered to make him something he likes instead.

Puppy Chow.

And we put trick candles in it. Hehe.

Ok, this is not as easy as expected. No worries. If at first you don't succeed- try, try again.

Whew, they're all out.

But wait, what's this? They all relit on their own!

Never fear! I will win!

Starting to get a little light-headed.

But I will prevail!

Bobo is enjoying this just a little too much!

But I'll show him!

Why won't these things die?

Die candles! DIE!

I'm about to pass out.

A little help, please?

Bobo finked out. NOT COOL!

That's it. I'm taking these guys out!

C'mon, people. I need to hear you!

Yes! I did it! Now I need to go lay down.

Happy Birthday, Bear! You rock our world.

Your smile, your eyes, your sweet sweet voice.

The way you have to make motions and sound effects when you tell us something. The way you need to run instead of just walk. The way you seem to fall down alot - in the weirdest places at the weirdest times.

You are ours - and we love you so much!

Mom and Dad

Happy Birthday, My Love

Hubs turned 34 yesterday.

It was a small affair.

Just us and his parents.

And a BUNCH of candles!


And he got them all in one breath.

That's my man!

Bridget

Swimming in a Sea of Orange

On Saturday, Bobo and I got to use my parent's tickets and attend the Oklahoma State football game. Just me and him.

We first went to the Student Union and walked around. Then we met some family friends at their tailgate.

After that we met up with Kara where she was selling programs.

Finally, we walked all the way around the new stadium.

He's a natural. At smiling!

The new stadium is beautiful. And big.

On our way to our seats we stopped by the concession stand. He wanted the turkey leg.

Me and Bobo. I was seriously planning to photo shop my zit off, but decided not to for two reasons.

1. I have too many other things to be doing.

2. I often talk about being transparent on this here blog. It doesn't get much more transparent than leaving my HUGE zit on these pictures.

The team running onto the field! It's about to start!

The band. I'm sure this is the same at all college football games, but I didn't grow up going to all college football games. I grew up going to Oklahoma State college football games. Anyhoo, the band plays the same songs after every touchdown or field goal. And, of course, there is audience participation parts in those songs. Bobo was starting to get it down by the end of the game.

I don't know what this club is called, but Kara was telling me that you actually have to apply to be a part of it. They sit on the first row and pound the wall with some sort of orange stick. They're quite loud.

The cheerleaders. They are still doing some of the same dances they did when I was growing up. I used to watch the cheerleaders instead of the game and I almost had some of those dances down.

There were 56,911 people there. It's a school record. Also, notice how we are level with the tops of the trees. That's high people.

Kara joined us when she was done. And she brought cotton candy!

He would eat on the turkey leg for a while, then set it down for a while, then eat for a while, then set it down for a while, etc. He left no meat on the bone.

Sisters.

It was getting close to the end of the game and the stadium was starting to clear out.

So we decided to take a few more pictures of ourselves.

Trying to get the perfect shot.

Giving up on the perfect shot.

Getting silly.

Cracking ourselves up.

There you go. That's better.

Our seats were right next to this. Oh, and btw, that's Bobo's 'Pistol Pete gun'. We told him later that you actually just use one finger and your thumb.

Remember: he's thinking Pistol Pete, not gangsta.

Ummm, maybe I was wrong.

Seriously, when I asked him about it, he said he was doing Pistol Pete. My son's understanding of Pistol Pete is rather limited. I'll get to work on that.

Me and Bobo at the "best birthday of all my time!"

Bridget