Born 'n Bred Country Girl

Every year the town we live in has a Scottish/Irish festival. And since that is my primary heritage I like to show my support and venture out to see the bagpipes and fellow scottishmen/irishmen or woman in their kilts.




It's also an excuse to dress my kids up in their "kilts" (not our real tartan or even a real kilt for that matter but it's all I could find at value village- the real thing is expensive). Fun fun.

My son is very good at dressing himself. But sometimes he misses the mark. And other times he really misses it.
Just thought this might humor you a bit on this sunny beautiful day.

Both legs are through one hole, meanwhile creating holes in other spots.

Time is flying.
But the kids are still themselves and cute as ever- most days.
I just love these two pictures.
Definitely insight into their characters. One at the computer and the other with pen on her hand and face.

Look like something daddy does much?

We've been slowly using up the remainder of my son's birthday money that he got in May. We couldn't think of anything at the time. Just recently it occurred to my husband that a fishing rod would be something fun for our son to have. It would also be a great bonding time for the two of them.

Fish #1- my husband knew of a great spot!

Fish #2

Reeling in fish #3

Reeling in fish #4...or was this number 6...I lost count.
I swear it was the same greedy little fish trying to eat all the worms.

Casting on his own....notice how there is no one close by...it looks like he's swinging a baseball bat.

This was also my son's first real experience with worms.
I'm ashamed to admit that. Man I can't wait until we live more in the country.
At first he didn't want any on his hook.
Then one escaped and so we told him he had to put it back.
His response was "my hands are going to get dirty!"
What a kid.
Anyways, he picked it up and put it back.....only after we told him we had some baby wipes.

My devotions today we're about making family memories. How appropriate. I know it is the little things that I cherish as memories from my childhood. May this be a constant reminder that its not about going somewhere grand or spending lots of money but its about who you're with and the quality time you have together.

Last weekend we went to our first demolition derby of the summer. Now that I think of it, it was our first demolition attendance in 3 and 1/2 years (since my son was born). Which is so sad in our eyes since both my husband and I grew up with demolition derby's at the local fair.

So we decided to venture out and take in a local expo that happened to be featuring a demolition on the saturday night. The kids weren't quite sure what we were doing. My son has played some "smashing games" on my husband's computer so he seemed to think we were all going to be playing some big game.

Watching the first cars pull in to determine the best decorated.
(check out their profiles....geez...you'd never guess it was a father and a son...phenomenal)


















The Lighting McQueen car won.
My son was of course cheering for this one

My daughter was more interested in the snack I brought.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. They're both mesmerized.

My daughter was about to yell something. She ended up getting into it a bit before getting really cranky and tired.

This made my son's night. He began to lose interest after the first couple of heats.
He kept begging to go over to where all the lights and rides were.

It wouldn't be a true fair experience if he didn't get to go on at least one.
I love how big his cheeks are here.
He was very happy.

And so we have it. The kids' first demolition derby. In our opinion it wasn't the best derby we've been to. I think we've been spoiled back in our hometown with great seating, huge crowds, lots of local drivers, good old cars, good rules, good hits, huge ring, and lots of fun. Here's to a town that knows how to do it right. Next year maybe we can go home and take the kids to a 'real' demolition derby.

For the past couple of Christmas' my husband and I talked about and selected one gift that we would both benefit from. We had decided that this would be our gift to each other. It was the "Wii".

For those of you who have not yet heard of this new phenomenon of Nintendo technology, the Wii is a game device where you imitate the actual actions of whatever sport you are playing. Lots of fun and quite tiring when you get into it.

All of this to say that we never got our Christmas gift. Until about two weeks ago. My husband came home with it one night, deciding it was time.

We just so happened to be having company the following weekend so it made for some fun times. Plus my son was ecstatic. He is soooo into games and all that stuff and he had played this before at his Uncles' place.

I wonder who's more into it. My husband or my son.

Here's my son showing Aunt Dorothy and Ellie-Ma how it's done.
He's so random with his movements when playing this boxing game that he actually does quite well.

Lots of fun.

While it lasted.

In this case, all good fun came to an end. My husband started having some regrets about making this big purchase. So after a lot of thought we decided to bring it back. Turns out it was my son who was more traumatized by us returning it than we ever were. The whole way to the store he was begging me not to bring the Wii back. So cute.

September is here. I can hardly believe it. Three full months and a bit until my special day.

Anyways, just thought I would take the opportunity to post some pictures from our trip back home, the wedding we went to last weekend, and time spent with family at our place.

Fun with cousins in the pool at Auntie Crystal's.
Also really enjoyed their new treehouse in the background.

We got to help my mom pack up her bike for her big trip to a women's music festival.

We woke up early to see her off. :)

Quality time spent with Uncle Caleb.

On top of the fridge. There's a landing on the other side of the wall as part of the stairs.
It opens up to the kitchen.

My son letting us know he found Uncle Caleb at the wedding.

Dana, the beautiful bride.

Our attempt at a family picture. Not bad.

Not too sure what their doing but very intent.
My son with another one of his favorite people. His Uncle Rei.

My daughter, very serious at the reception (also very tired).

My son took this picture of his Ellie-Ma.


L to R: Uncle Caleb, Ellie-Ma, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Rei

Great-Grandparents.

The bride's sisters- T and Ko.

Uncle Stu (another one of my son's favorite men) and Aunt Sue (bride's mother).

Celebrating Uncle Caleb's birthday early.
First exposure to sparklers.

Cake.

My son didn't nap on the Sunday we had guests.
He dropped on the couch right after everyone left.

Good Times.