Phone dump

Ironic, but it seems the photo-a-week project, which guarantees more posts than in recent years, has taken the place of real content. I miss the depth, writing fun memories and insight into daily life, even just expressing myself. Though with the state I'm in these days, it's probably a good thing that I can't express much.

Oh well. Depth will come again someday. Meanwhile, a few nuggets from my phone for the year thusfar.

If anyone besides me ever went through my phone, it would solidify my status as a nutcase. What you do not see below are photos of recipes, Awana rosters, prescription bottles, checks being deposited to the bank, and then (showing my true colors here) a series of pictures of the boys' new spring clothes separated into outfits so I could remember how to hang them after they were washed the first time.

Makes the self-deprecating humor easier to understand, doesn't it? Deserved.

Moving on.

My husband in a bouncy house at a Sunday school get-together. After an hour of moms shouting to fifty kids that no one over the age of five was allowed in the bouncy house.

And then my husband asleep on the heat register, portable heater pointed right at him, wearing long johns under shorts. I'm not the only nutcase in the house, y'all. One of four, actually.

Screen zombies. They're cute when they're like this. You know, hypnotized and completely unaware that they are actually touching. Because in moments of consciousness, that's about the grossest thing that could happen.

Oh, Trey. I love you so much and have absolutely no idea what to do with you. You act more and more like a teenager every day. We need to work on the fears and the entitlement and the being responsible for your own stuff. Just never stop giving me hugs. Your head fits under my chin perfectly. All too soon it will be mine under yours.

Rec night at one of Brandon's team's games, where Aden and a bunch of other young ball players got to pose for a photo with the varsity team. They think they're hot stuff. All of them.

Aden wrote this for me on the bottom of his valentine collection bag. Kid has no clue how much he has learned by being at school. When he's willing to sit still and focus his mind on something, he catches on very quickly.

Not the clearest picture, but hopefully you can make out this "Things That Go Up" assignment. Aden had to write the words and then draw pictures. His list is "balloon, bird, elevator, airplane, helicopter". Precious.

My first ever paint night with my Mom. We had so much fun and the paintings turned out pretty good. Except I went waaaay overboard with the white paint so it kind of looks like something is exploding. Hope to get more practice at these.

Awana Grand Prix. Trey made a black extended-cab truck and did a great job.

Aden (with Poppop's help) made a police car with working red and blue lights. So sad Aden was sick and had to miss the race.

The Cry of Christ, our church's annual Easter drama, came and went so fast. This was my view of the crucifixion from the curtain slot. I came down with flu on Good Friday and missed our last three performances. It tore me apart. I haven't missed one since a grilled "cheese" sandwich put baby Trey in the ER.

Impromptu dance party in the man cave. We do have fun together. The house is like a haven right now, and hopefully it will stay that way. I love the peace here, and that my sweet boys feel so free to be themselves.

Trey playing basketball against (and smokin') a fifth-grader at Aden's tee-ball practice. I know it's his mom saying this, but the boy has skills.

Aden taking pitches at tee-ball practice. Another boy with skills, already making diving stops and hitting the ball out of the infield. Games start Saturday!