Busy Saturday

Actually it wasn't "so" busy, I guess. We did accomplish several things, which was nice, but it was a good kind of busy-where you work at your own pace...doing whatever you want to. I went into work this morning and got home at around 12:30. We had lunch and put the babies down for a nap. Todd and I decided to go sit on the porch swing-we noticed our flower bed and all the weeds-so we started working there. It was nice to have help-I HATE to pull weeds. I know it's not nice to say hate, and I do try to watch it, but I do HATE to pull weeds! ;0) Then, we decided to wash the Sequoia. I love that truck-it looks so nice, so I kind of enjoy keeping it clean. Then we washed the van, our poor little van-moved to the backyard, doesn't get driven much anymore. It has been a good vehicle for us. We are hanging on to it for now....we can almost still fit in it! :-) The kids worked on washing this other truck that belongs to my Papaw...Seth was working so hard. Then our neighbor asked the kids if they would do his next-I thought he was kidding-it was a jeep w/nothing on the top part of it...just a bar. He comes pulling up into our driveway....I was thinking he must be crazy!!! I knew for sure that jeep was going to be soaked! I was sitting in the swing feeding Savannah-he plops down on the edge of the porch-I don't really know him well. He's actually our neighbors' son. Todd was in the back waxing our black truck, I was wishing he'd hurry up and come to the front! Finally, he did...I was feeling a little awkward.

The kids played in the backyard, Todd, Savannah, and I went back to our spot on the porch swing-minus the neighbor-just relaxing on the porch. Later, I went for a walk. Overall, it was a pretty good day. The weather was great-not too hot, not too cold!

Tomorrow is Spencer's birthday-he'll be 7. His birth story was probably my favorite-mainly because I actually went into labor on my own. He was due the 6th or the 8th-I went into labor on the morning of the 6th. I told Todd that morning, but we decided he should go on to work-I knew it was going to be a while. I don't remember why, but for some reason that whole day people were in and out of my house, which is unusual-and I didn't tell any of them I was having contractions...you all know how that is! Finally, I got rid of everyone at about 4:00 or so, I think. I decided that me and Shelby were going to go for a walk and this baby was going to hurry up and come! We drove down to my parent's house and there is a flood wall that is paved...I pushed Shelby in her stroller and we walked for 1/2 hour or so. I went back to my parent's house and I could tell the contractions were stronger. My mom wanted me to call my doctor, (I guess she was afraid she was going to have to deliver him) the doctor told me to come on in. Todd was still at work-he was going to work late. We took Shelby to a lady from church's house, got my bag and my parent's drove me to the hospital. I don't remember when we got to the hospital now, but Spencer was born around midnight. Todd, my mom and both of my sisters were in the delivery room....I'll never forget how excited I was when I heard them all yelling it was a boy! We were thrilled! :-) I can't believe my baby boy is 7. I love you Spence! :-)

This picture cracks me up...I accidentally left scissors and clippers on the table (what was I thinking) and the dynamic duo, partners in crime, got a hold of them....I had to take him and about get his head shaved. I knew it was coming....our first mis-hap with scissors...don't most families have them? I've heard horror stories from other moms....I guess we got off pretty easily.

This was a couple of years ago.....at the pool....
I was going to include the one I took of him a couple of Wednesdays ago when he had on a pair of khaki shorts and a nice shirt-I told him to get his shoes on-he got black dress socks and his dress shoes. He was cracking me up....I had to take a picture. I'll have to get it off my facebook. I need to get a close up picture to show his freckles....poor boy....he's "a whitey" (as the kids say) like his momma. (As opposed to a "tanny" like his Daddy...and some of the other kids).