Family Photo
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Nails
Monday, June 29, 2009
Fun at the Pool
Not Me Monday
Saturday, June 27, 2009
A Helpful Post for the Moms
Thursday, June 25, 2009
My Precious Maia Belle
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The "Phase"
Of course he is getting skinnier by the day because meals consist of one bite swallowed and one bite stored in the cheek for an hour. Great! I am at my wit's end with this "phase"...it's just food, swallow it! Argggghhh...please pray for this "phase" to end quickly or I may go buy a tarantula and let it loose during meal times.
Monday, June 22, 2009
De Ja Vu
My talented hubby! I love watching him wakeboard.
Strutting her stuff in her cute bathing suit!
Fun in the water with daddy!
The best photograph of the day was taken by Ricky Murray. Here is Kelsey Beck Fernandez, the next Chris Angel.
Friday, June 19, 2009
It's My Own Dang Fault!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Fun with the Fountains
My New Addiction
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
No More Excercising!
Today, Ricky decided that it would be a great idea to run to a park 3 miles away from our house. Now to some of you this may sound like a breeze, but to me it sounded like torture. You see, I am in no shape to run half a mile let alone 3. I have not worked out consistently in over 3 years, and I knew that once we'd run the 3 miles to the park, we'd have to run/ walk the 3 miles back to our house. Not to mention the two munchkins who would be in tow who would definitely not appreciate being confined that close to each other for the 3 hour time period that it would take me to do this. However, Ricky won this battle saying that I needed to not be such a wuss and that if I was serious about getting in shape that I should gladly accept this challenge. I gave in. At about mile 1 1/2, I became angry and bitter. My kids were whiny, we'd had to stop 5 times to break up their fights, my lungs were burning, my legs felt like jello, and I was very close to throwing a tantrum myself. I made sure to let Ricky know about 10 times how stupid this idea was (I know, bad wife). He kept encouraging me and telling me that we were almost there and I'd be happy that we did this later.
It is later...I hurt all over, and my voice is still scratchy from yelling at the kids so much to stop whining and keep their hands and teeth to themselves. I am glad it is over. The journey back was killer as my legs cramped the entire time and Noah felt the need to whine the WHOLE time. It got so bad that I threatened to leave him on the side of the road.
The picture above captures the torture of the whole experience perfectly...