On Family

Happiness is having a large, caring, close knit family in another city!- George Burns ( for all you long-term out-of-towners in the family)

There is no such thing as fun for the whole family- Jerry Seinfeld

IF you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to the state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, you know, we're all right. We are dang near royalty. - Jeff Foxworthy

And my personal favorite...

Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.- Matt Groening ,Simpson's Creator and author of our family motto ... "Remember kids, as far as anyone knows, we're just a nice, normal family."

oh dad.

so ive been doing a little blog catch up the past couple days... reading old post i had missed and indulging in some pure homesickness and missing my family sumptin fierce... and i saw the post by mom with 'brannon at his best' that made reference to 'dad at his best' and i thought i would share that picture of 'dad at his best' i believe she was referring to. when i first saw it and called dad to let him know the photo had made my day, we laughed a bit before he told me to maybe not show mom because, in his words, "pictures of him like that leave bad tastes on her memory". sorry dad in posting it anyway... if for no other reason than to prove my point about briceson's goggles making him suited for this family.
love you all.

lindsey

b+rice+son= briceson

so i know i may be a bit behind on the debate and the final decision of spelling, and i know rox and i arent exactly spelling savants and may have never actually grasped the concept of phonics, but b+rice+son= briceson and i am thankful to have a name i can spell so easily... and a nephew i can love so easily. i have this picture of him in goggles that makes me laugh so much and know without a doubt when i see it that this is the family he belongs in.

OLDEST and YOUNGEST

Well, our oldest and youngest grandchildren just headed back to Texas - and I'm feeling a little sad, as I always do when any one of them leaves, or when I have to leave them. But we sure enjoyed the visit, and Milah (bless her heart!) just sent me the sweetest picture of Dessie, sound asleep, arms wrapped around Charli Jo's car seat, and Charli Jo's little fingers wrapped tightly around one of Dessie's fingers. I'm so happy, and thankful, that our little Dessie finally has learned what each of you have known all along - that "family" (particularly "siblings") has so very little to do with bloodlines - and so much to do with love! No more "half sister" - just "my baby sister" - love will do that to you!
I love you all! -- Nonnie

Charli Jo is coming to visit!

Kamryn is so excited to see Charli Jo tomorrow! And she thinks it's amazing that Destiny has a baby sister. When I told her we would see Charli tomorrow she went on and on about how if Charli tried to climb on the stairs at Nonnie's house then she would go get Destiny and Destiny could take care of it because Charli is her baby sister. And if Charli wants to crawl over and play with Barbie's she can, and she doesn't mind if she chews on them a little, that's OK, and Destiny can just check on her because she is her sister! Apparently babies are babies in Kam's world, Charli, Evey, Bricey, all babies! I had to break it to her that Charli Jo wouldn't be crawling or climbing this weekend! But she still can't wait!

The Joy of Motherhood

At three years old, Owen is inarguably the messiest child every born! He can make a mess out of anything! Nevermind the fact that instead of drawing with markers Owen would rather bite the end off, take out the ink-filled center, get it all over his hands, and then rub it on the table (the red finger streaks that resemble something out of a horror film remain permanent). That is actually a mild example. You should see him eat a biscuit, or pop-tarts, which have now been ban in our house thanks to Owen. I'm sure some of it has to do with the fact that he has entirely too much freedom within the house, but I really think part of it is just bread into him. I'm certain he gets it from Brant, I might add. So... all of this is leading up to the story of the potatoe soup! We had potatoe soup for dinner. Owen ate potatoe soup. I was proud, he ate pretty good, and did not make an incredibly large mess. That is untill it came time to get down from the table, a which time his hand hit the edge of the plate his bowl of soup was sitting on. I watched helplessly as a wide trail of potatoe soup splattered from the kitchen into the living room, spraying the table, the floor, and the curtain on the back door, not to mention anything else it came in contact with along the way! Messiest child ever born! Ahh...the joy of motherhood!

Cat Pools

So, What do you think? Pretty cute huh! Our new background is courtesy of Morgan, who obviously has too much time on her hands. Thanks Mo!

I had to tell you all what Owen said the other day, it was too funny. He came in and said he wanted to play in the cat pool. Daddy could put the air in it and the water with the hose and he could go swimming. (never mind that it's October and in the 50's here) I figured out he was talking about the blow up pool we got them this summer, but it is jungle themed with a blow up zebra head that sprays water, so I was confused about why he was calling it a cat pool. When I asked he said "that's what you call it". I then realized what he meat- It's not a cat pool, it's a kiddie pool!!!! We're still laughing over this!