You know we're proud jayhawks!

National champions is what we are! Oh yeah. Uh huh. Oh yeah. Un huh.

We've been celebrating all week. Sam stayed up late watching games and cheering and watching One Shining Moment. Oh yeah, uh huh.

Sunday we made the trek in the relative cold to Lawrence and watched the parade for the NATIONAL CHAMPION KANSAS JAYHAWKS. Oh yeah.

It was cold. The wind was brutal. We waited for almost an hour. But we were rewarded by seeing the jayhawks up close. I did manage to keep myself from personally rewarding Bill Self (Mary said no stalking). Sam and Reed got to give all the player a high five. Of course, Sam's biggest moment was getting to high five Sasha Kaun.

Doing something nice

We slept late this morning because the kids had a busy weekend, so Sam and I were a little rushed at the donut store. When we got there, our friend Sue was particularly cranky today—she reported that she had thrown out her back early that morning at work, but couldn’t get a hold of anyone else to come relieve her of duties, so was suffering through. I asked if I could run and get her something at the drugstore or something, but she declined.

After that, Sam looked at me and said, “We need to do something nice for Sue.”

“That’s a great idea, Sam. What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well, what if we buy her something. Like a dress. Not a wedding dress, but just a regular dress. For every day.”

Quick thinking required, “That would be so nice, Sam, but I’m not sure we know her size. It’s hard to buy clothes for people if we don’t know their size,” I said.

“I’m 4 and a half. You know my size, right, mom?” Sam asked.

“Yes, definitely. Do you have a different idea?”

“How about groceries? We could go to the grocery store and buy her some food. Everyone likes food,” Sam offered.

“Why do you want to do something for Sue,” I asked, curious.

“Because she makes us the best donuts!” Sam said.

Honesty.

This morning at breakfast, Sam asked, “Do you have fun at work?”

I thought for a minute and said, honestly, “Sometimes.”

“Do you say ‘Yea! No kiddos around here!’” he asked.

What do you say to that??!

Oh my. (Easter 2008)

Easter. Well, it was the typical greatness-- eggs, candy, ham, church, family, dresses. Well, that's where it got really interesting.

We let the kids get up and check out their easter baskets before getting dressed. Divide and conquer: Dad with Sam, me with Kate. Right.

Kate's been having some angst towards her changing table anyway lately-- I think it's confinement mixed with control, etc. But we got up there. Tights, no problem. Good. Good. Things are good. Okay, here's your pretty easter dress Kate! Oh boy! Woo hoo! Um, no.

Cue the screaming. I managed to get the dress over her head, quickly zipped and got her down. I tried bribing with the new pretty shoes. Oh, she loved the shoes. That was no problem. The dress, however, clearly had to go. She got down and continued screaming. She pulled on the ribbon and pulled the dress and tried to get it back over her head. I tried adding the sweater. No change. More screaming.

Stuart actually thought I'd dropped her because the screaming was so insane. I offered all of the distractions: cup, blanket, toy. No. She did actually take the blanket, but continued screaming all the way upstairs. Actually, there was a good 15 minutes, no exaggeration, of tortured screaming followed by thumb-sucking and pouting. But, when we put her in the carseat to go, it all stopped and she was fine. It was crazy. She kept the dress on the rest of the day-- until after lunch at least. I've included pictures. I am hoping to get professional ones done next week (she had some scratches on her face), but who knows if I'll get her back in that dress again!

Sam & Kate hunt for eggs

Sam and Kate before church

Sam and Kate at the Kids Table

Sam and Kate hunting for eggs in Granddad's Backyard

Kate found one!