Super Z is 7!

Today we are having Super Z day in honor of the boy's 7th birthday. Super Z day, as far as I can tell, consists of eating a lot of  junk food and playing all day. He wants to ride his bike all the way down to the stop sign, go to see Santa at the Bass Pro Shop, eat lunch at Sonny's, go swimming at the Y, go see The Christmas Carol in 3D, and have dinner at Chuck E. Cheese. I am not sure if we will be able to get everything in, but we will give it our best shot. After all, you only get to turn 7 once, right?

I Only Roll WIth Fashionistas

Elevator

Last month Princess H told me that she wanted Santa Claus to bring her an elevator. I told her that we can't always get what we want from Santa. ( An elevator??? Really?? The first thing my daughter ever asks for by name and it's an elevator???) I also suggested that she might want to think of a few other things that she might want. She hung her head and left me standing in the kitchen. Her dreams of elevators were dashed. I could only hope that she would come up with something else.

A few days later we were watching SpongeBob when a commercial came on for the Barbie Dream Townhouse with ELEVATOR! The princess jumped up squealing and pointing.

"Mom! My elevator! I want it! I want it! Please make Santa bring me my elevator!!!"

So, the elevator is attached to a Barbie Dreamhouse. Who would have known?

Cute Christmas Babies

Guess What?

I am going to attempt a come back. Again....and probably again after that. I miss blogging. I think everyone has gone away and I will never be read again, but I can live with that. What I can't live with is losing those little moments that seem so big when they happen and then they slip away. So, get ready blog. Serina is back.

The kids are bigger, I got promoted 6 months ago, my family still makes me happy, all the key players from May are still in place, I miss my Mamaw more around the holidays, Super Z can read, Princess H hates to sleep (STILL?????), and Randy works at the same place as me. I think that catches you all (no one) up.

We will start fresh from here. Yay!

Supe Z Plays Ball!

Playing Dress up with Cousin Tater

Crawfish Boiling

We went to a crawfish boil at my IT director's house in April. It was a lot of fun. The kids spent that weekend with my Mom. I must say that as much as I love my kiddos (see Mother's Day post), I also love time alone with my husband. We always have fun as a family. But there is absolutely nothing like time alone as a couple. I think it is so important. AND SO MUCH FUN! We make time for date night at least twice a month. It is wonderful. Every couple should do it (BECKY!!). Can I say again how excited I am about our romantical trip in June??

Update on the weight

As of today, I have lost 114 pounds. I feel like I can take on the world. I want to move. I want to do all the things that I thought I could never do. In June for our tenth anniversary, Randy and I are going ziplining in Georgia. I am so excited! I am a little bit scared because I have never done anything remotely like that in my life. But I can't wait. I can't wait to see what comes next. Yay!

Happy Mother's Day!

Yesterday I was listening to the song "The Best Day" by Taylor Swift. Every time I listen to that song I think about how great my own Mama is. I think that and I cry like a baby. She has always been my rock. All of my super powers came straight from her. I can't imagine life without her.
As I was listening yesterday I decided to try to think of all of my best days. I was amazed by how many I have had. So many days with my Mom and my sister. And then days with my friends. Days in college when I was crazy. Then came the days of Randy. Then I got to the best days of all. The days when I got to be the Mom.
I found out that I was pregnant with Super Z on Mother's Day 2002. I screamed. I ran around my old house in Crosby like a crazy person. I jumped on Randy. I cried. I laughed. I woke up my sister and Britty. I called everyone I could think of at 7 am. I couldn't believe it.
When I look at these gorgeous awesome kids of mine, I still can't believe it.
I can't believe how lucky I am that I am the one they come to when they need comfort, that I am the one they always want to sit by on the couch, that I am the one who has to read just one more story every night, that I am the one who knows what they want to eat and how to rub their backs when they are sick. I could never get enough of them. They are the best thing ever. Being their Mom is my favorite thing. How did I get so lucky?