{ Happy Birthday to Shaye }


Today is a special day.

Happy Birthday Shaye!




Can you tell we got up early??? 
This is Shaye's morning face.
lol


It's her happy face....



happy birthday face!







come back later for more party pictures....



My family and I just returned from our little road trip to Virginia Beach to visit my sister, Rowena.







You would never guess we were at the beach.




The kids enjoyed riding the horses (ok, only Shaye enjoyed it, I forced Brayden on the horse).


Shaye helped collect fresh eggs in the morning and helped feed the horses.





Duke (the dog) and midnight (the black cat) seemed to enjoy us around too.



It was a great little get-away to cure my cabin fever.

The weather was beautiful….75 degrees!


But we also had another purpose for our trip…other than visiting family.

We all participated in the Virginia Beach Shamrock 8k.

It's become a tradition to run it as a family.


Although I was not in the best shape to run it….it was still fun.


At the end, you get a medal, a t-shirt, Irish stew (and a little Irish beer!).


I cannot tell a lie…sitting on the beach with Pat, sun and 75degrees, with my beer in hand, at 10 am in the morning was great! I know…who drinks that early???



I miss the beach!

Watching my kids run from the waves, feeling the cool sand between my toes (more like my aching feet from the run) and just watching the view with no worries…life is good!

{ Mini Me }

Guess who wants to be a gymnast?



Yes my little girl wants to be a gymnast just like her mom.For those of you who didn't know me in my school days, I use to be a gymnast. I ate, slept, breathe it. I lived in the gym.

Shaye has never seen me do gymnastics...but has heard the stories. She has seen the scars. And I can't keep it from her (as much as I tried). She loves it! Cartwheels, backwalkovers, roundoffs...and she loves the bars.





So now I have come full circle and I now sit in the stands and watch her. I watch her flip, bend and sometimes crash. I cheer her on. I try to be just a mom...and not a coach. I sit and wonder where this will lead her. But more often, I sit and remember.

(I wish I had more pictures to show you but they were all blury. I'm a better gymnast then photographer)