Golf School

First it was the eye rolling and groaning. Then it was the I need a visor and just the right clothes. They won't admit it but they liked it.

It took more than a village to raise this one....

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts".....
Pap Pap and Grandma were so proud.

Happy Birthday Shane

After eight years, he still is quite a character, and STILL my baby.

Sway Bangs Are The Rage....

Casey, Jake and Regan all share the same taste in hair.....sorta.

Yogi Yogi Yogi!!!

New Puppy!

First let me tell you why. We had to say good by to Cowboy. It was his time. But Sweet Lily our 70 pound boxer was so sad. She wouldn't do anything. Seriously, the UPS guy could have walked into the house, and she would have sighed and said,"just put it over there, and take what ever you want with you when you leave". Good thing I trust our UPS man, because our Attack dog wasn't performing. So I convinced myself a puppy would cheer her up. Or, was I just convincing y self of that. Anyway, Yogi is the cutest little bundle of  "indefatigable" energy. We saw him, fell in love with him, and dumped more pouty lips, and sad eyes onto my husband than he could bear.

Viola! New puppy! Oh and by the way, Lily is perky again and loving life and the new puppy.

Steeplechase

Pasty girl and the lovely Delaney!

Dapper Pap and Grandma.

Every year we get excited for The Queens Cup Steeplechase. We get together with friends and we tail gate infield. The preparation of hats alone, is part of the fun. However, we only saw one race, because it was unbearably hot and my youngest girl got a headache, got pasty and then puked. Perfect! But, actually, I was kind of glad, because it was so hot. There will always be next year!

Hot Hungarian Honey!

For International Day, I was so proud that Casey chose Hungary. (Okay, someone snatched Ireland up first). But, I was happy to take on the challenge of making her costume. She felt she understood the true character of a Hungarian girl, full of attitude.