I'm dreaming of a white Spring Break….wait...what?

This pretty much sums up Spring Break 2016.

Man's Best Friend

So glad I didn't listen when Hubs said a stuffed dog was too girly of a toy for my 5 year old.

Pshaw...

Last week in pictures.

We had two weeks of cousins. Love having cousins. We played in the backyard. We played in the house. We went swimming a few times. We went bowling. We went to the park. Basically we partied hard.

Here my kids are at the pool, sitting with their swim coach who is trying to convince my daughter that she should try swimming at the meet. She did not convince her.

For as bad as they didn't want to swim, they both did very good! Plus they changed their minds to boot.

I love watching this guy swim. But the butterfly is my favorite. The picture is grainy, but he did fantastic!

When there isn't enough time....

......

Puzzled

I love puzzles.

It's kinda a Christmas tradition with me. Only I haven't been able to do this tradition since I had kids. You know, with the little ones eating the pieces it would have been impossible to finish...oh...wait. Ahem... I mean too much of a choking hazard for the little ones.

(Just to clarify they would be choking on the puzzle pieces...not me choking them. Just so we're clear.)

Until this year, that is.

Puzzles in the house, baby! Whoop! Whoop!

I busted out the puzzles and my house has gone to pot. (Not the legal kind, sillies. The messy kind.) Once I get started I can't stop. I become completely oblivious to what is going on around me.

Want proof?

This is what happened this morning while I was doing a puzzle. And I am being completely honest when I say I had no clue until I turned around and there it was. 

Woah!

How did I not hear this happening.

I nust reeeeally like puzzles. 

Won Twin-Tea Won

121. One hundred twenty one. CXXI. One Two One.

121....the temperature at which one should decide to move to another state. I know. I felt that way when I lived in AZ.

121...the number of hours I work outside my home every month. Believe me, the IN-home hours are much harder, and yet that's where I would choose to spend my time.

121....11x11 (In case you didn't remember.)

121...the number of times my children asked for costumes when we had to go to Party City today. I know. I know. I was asking for it, taking them there this time of year. But sometimes we are glutton for punishment. (What an odd idiom...)

121...from today would be Feb 3 2013. This date has no significance to me other than it fits into my 121 theme. But if it has significance to you, note that it is only 121 days from today.

121... an age I hope I never reach.

121...the number of hours I sleep every 18 days.

121...an unattainable weight...for me...at my age...and at my motivation level. Not happening.

121...the number of pictures my 3 year old took that I just deleted off my phone. They were mostly blurry pictures of my neighborhood, his shoes, the back of my head, total strangers...his shoes.

They are pretty cool shoes. At least he thought so.

121 times. 

Don't mess with Mama

I had a dream and it went something like this....

Moments

Who needs London?

Did you know the Olympics are on? It's true. And guess what. I love the Olympics!

I love seeing people at their best. Competing to be the best in the world. Heck, best on the PLANET!! It's inspiring. Motivating. Sometimes unbelievable. We pray for them every night....the Olympians. Pray that they can do their best without injury.

I love watching the beach volleyball, swimming, track and field, diving, gymnastics, etc. Did you see the guy without legs racing..and keeping up? What about Missy Franklin! Way to go Gabby Douglas!! How cool is it that both women's beach volleyball teams made it to the finals. That's amazing!!

Olympics are awesome.

But I must say that my favorite events aren't happening in London. Oh, no. My favorites events by far are the Livingroom Olympics.

You've never heard of them?

There are times, sometimes in the middle of the day, sometimes late afternoon, and even in the mornings, when our livingroom transforms into a variety of Olympic arenas.

Sometimes its a swimming pool and my children swim the 200 IM, or the 100 Freestyle relay. They have a mean Butterfly. It's always a close finish. There's always a smile. And of course, they always take the gold.

Other times it becomes a gym. My gymnasts are quite amazing. The carpet becomes the mat and the couch becomes the horse. They do somersaults and cartwheels. Leaps and flips. Spins and landings. All amazing. All breathtaking. And of course, they always take the gold.

They synchronize swim. They dive. They take the gold in all water sports.

They sprint. They hurdle. They long jump and discus. They top the podium on the track as well.

 I watch them from the sidelines, which at the moment happens to be the couch. I "ooooooooo" and "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I clap and I cheer. I am shocked and I am awed.

 I am the announcer and the spectator. The crowd and the commenter. The coach and the judge.

They always break the world record. They always do things that "have never been done before." In short, they are practically perfect in every way.

I love that my children, when they see greatness, desire to be like it, and mimic it. They believe that they are and can be just as amazing. And I agree.

And so I say, as amazing as the London games are...and they are amazing..., Livingroom Olympics take the gold.

Hooking up with Jen Matlock's ABC Thursday.

Do you do it too???

 Still lovin' Instagram. Lovin' taking more pictures.

NOT loving that my computer still isn't set up and I can't download these pictures...I fear I am running out of room...gulp.

Here's just a few

He got a big one.  Okay, so not really. But he did catch 15 small ones without a fisihing pole. That's saying something, right? That's 15 more than anyone else that went. Whoot, Brody!!

These wonderfuls (in-laws) took in my family for 2 1/2 weeks. Love them. This picture was also taken about 3 minutes before 4 of us were attacked by angry hornets.  

 This kid is hard to get get a picture of. Chillin at the chilly beach!

 One of my favorite traditions when we go to CA. There is a georgous flower garden on top of the temple. Fabulous!

 As my friend said, "Remembering the womb." Only I hope my womb didn't smell like my dog's dirty bed....not that it matters.

Hanging at the mansion... 

 Remember doing this??

 Growth Hormone Stimulation Test. He had to fast so I did it with him. We weren't done until noon. That's a long time to go without food, don't ya think?

 Awe!

 I love this boy. Cheese and all.

 My beautiful niece and her mom, getting ready for her first round of chemo. Isn't she beautiful!!

 True Hillbillies....except we live in a city and we didn't strike it rich with oil.

Total and complete joy when they horse began moving. Sweetness!

If you don't Instagram, you should. LMK if you do!

Nothing says fun...

....like a collage.

Enjoying CA for 2 more days!!!

Nobody nose!!

Yes, as many of you have commented, I have a strange talent of being able to suck my nostrils in for an extended amount of time. It scares my children a little.

What you don't know is that my nostrils can also become extremely large.

Hubs knows this.

Apparently when I am pregnant, along with my belly, my nose size doubles, adding to my physical attractiveness. As you can imagine, doubling the size of my nose increases air flow speed significantly. Enough so that is wakes my hibernating husband from deep, deep sleep.

When I am pregnant, I am not "allowed" to face him. Smack! "Then don't get me preggo, crazy!" or something like that.

I guess Lees are born with special brain capacity that allow us to spread our nasal openings to the size of a large man's thumb. (Not that a large man has ever put his thumb in my nose, but I have seen one put his own thumb in his own nose and holy cow that was disturbing!)

I have extra special abilities to open and close said nostrils repeatedly without pinching them. Much more impressive.

What can I say, I'm the girl that NOSE!

(sorry if this post is a little incoherent. I am out the door, headed to the airport! Whoot!!!)

Didn't have a clue

He had it and I didn't even know it.

Hand Foot and Mouth Disease.

It was more like Mild Fever, Cold Sore, Peeling Skin Disease.

The first night he came in with a slight fever. I drugged him up, made him the bed on the floor of my room, and sleep he did. We watched him. He was a little grouchy...that's not abnormal for him...so we kept him on meds for a day or two, but then he seemed okay.

Then a few days later, his lips started to look chapped. Out came the chapstick. Only the chapping seemed to turn into cold sore looking things. But that is a normal thing here. We live in a high desert. Chapped lips are part of the deal. They lasted about a week.

I was showing my sister-in-law his cold sores and she said maybe it was Hand Foot and Mouth Disease.

Inconcievable!

But then a few days later I see him pulling at something on his foot. Sure enough...there is skin peeling off his foot. Toes. Heels. How did I miss this? I mean, hello!!

Yup. He had it, alright.

And I didn't even know.

Fan-stinkin-tastic

Because I'm still overwhelmed...

...I'm still posting pictures.

...and because I miss them terribly.