Friday Night

I remember not too many years ago, Friday nights were pretty "big". I started out cruising town, then on to going dancing at the clubs, then sitting in dispatch at the sheriff's office with a good looking dispatcher (hmmm wonder who that was). Tonight, on this "big" night, I was in the backyard playing with Grant (another good looking Kelley) and enjoying the beautiful evening. Do I miss the "good ole days"? Yes, at times, but would I ever go back? Not a chance. There is no way that I would give up my big nights with my little man. GOD IS SO GOOD!

Make a momma proud!

Water is not my favorite thing. I am somewhat scared of the water. I can swim, but don't push or throw me in. If I fall in, I will freak. I don't tube nor water ski. I admire those that do, and wish that I could, but I just can't get over the fear. From the time I was a teenager, I swore that I would not let my kids be that way. I remember watching my little cousins (J.D. and Bryant) swimming while they were still in diapers and thought that was so cool. So I have been working with Grant in the pool. My sister, Connie, taught me how to teach Grant and I am eternally grateful. This summer Grant has gone from screaming and clinging to me when we get in the pool to paddling all over on his own while only wearing swim wings. Last night he swam with some of his cousins and in his eyes he was just as big as they were. He wasn't the least bit afraid. I have been lightly tossing him up in the air and letting him go under water when he lands. He bobs back up and bats those pretty little eyes and grins. Makes his momma so proud!

My husband, my hero

I have said for a long time that Danny is my hero. From the time he came to my rescue when I wrecked my car, to standing by my side through my mom's illness, through the birth of our child and everything in between. His last act of heroism was expanding our back yard and putting together a huge swing set for Grant. Danny sacrificed two weeks worth of days off and half of a workday. He first worked through a monsoon putting up new fence. I came home from work to find him and his friend, Robert, soaking wet but still hard at work. Then after the monsoons came the record setting heat. He worked in the scorching heat putting together the swing set. It was not just any swingset, but one of the wood ones with a tower, slide, picnic table... It took him, with the help of my dad and myself, 3 long hot days to get that thing together. I am sure that Danny didn't do any more than other husbands/fathers have done, but to me he is a hero! I love him and thank God for blessing me so richly with him.

The sounds that come from that room...

I was sitting in my recliner at 3:00 A.M. this morning listening to Grant. He has reverted back to his infancy and decided that he needs milk in the middle of the night. Last night I was going to be stubborn and not cave in. I was going to win the fight....ha! I sat in the dark and listened to him. I couldn't help but laugh. He has a wide variety of noises. Now mind you, he wasn't crying. Not a tear. I always say he is protesting. He goes from sounding like the tasmanian devil to a teridactyl to a hound dog whining. I couldn't help but sit there and quietly laugh to myself. Then, you guessed it, after 30 minutes of wild kingdom, I caved in and gave him the milk. I always tell him it's a good thing God made him cute otherwise I would have gave him away a long time ago.....Yea right!