Yeah for visits from old friends....

This past weekend I was so excited to see Erin Brandt Officer--a great, great friend from JBU. She brought her sis-in-law, Marilee, and several of their kiddos. Being the true leader that he is, Hudson our 8 year old, was teaching the 2 and 3 year old girls how to shove him and push him over. They were laughing and having fun, but I fear Erin and Marilee will be "undoing" a lot of bad things learned here at the Ford household. Thanks, girls, for braving the torential rain to come see me!

Other than teaching sweet, innocent, little children bad habits we've been helping think of names for my brother and sis-in-laws new pups. Here's the list my children compiled:

Pistol

Chew-chi (not to be confused with chi-chi--thanks Piper)

Jett

Ruby
Scout

Sadie

Pearl

Chewbacca

AND, last but certainly NOT least,

Hollywood

Please, if you love your future children, don't ask my children to help name them. You may end up with a Chew-chi Officer, Pistol Forero, Chewbacca Fralic....you see what I'm saying?

I'm sorry for being to busy to blog--apparently I've been "overwhelmed" with things like naming puppies.

I love you Jorge and Traci!

Jorge,

I love you. I love that you take such good care of your wife--one of my greatest friends EVER! I love that you're an amazing daddy to Max, Kennedy, Sophie, and Jake. I love that God has given you an opportunity to bless us with your wit and humor for hopefully many more years to come.

I can only imagine what last week held for the entire Forero family. It was heart-wrenching for those of us far away...awaiting every new "Paulette" blog...hoping for good news. The thought of Traci getting the news in the front yard still brings me to tears. The thought of Max hearing the news makes my skin crawl. But the news of you being able to return home brought such great joy to our hearts.

We've prayed for each of you so much this past 2 weeks. These weeks have made me realize how rarely I pray for my dear friends. I'm sorry for that. We will continue praying for you, Jorge and Traci, as you continue to deal with all that's happened recently. No doubt it's changed your family forever. I love you both....always have, always will.

(P.S. As for the pictures, the good Lord only knows where I came up with that crazy Siloampalooza outfit and hairdo....or the high-waisted belted jeans.) Gotta love the '90's!!

Stinky Spring Boys

It's spring here in Texas. With the warmer weather, and the kids playing outside all of the time, the boys get stinky....really stinky! Because it's spring break, we've been outside most of the day every day this week. As we were getting up from the dinner table last night, I told the boys to go get a shower. Corbin turned around, and my sweet, sweet little boy said quite defiantly, "Three days in a row, mom???" "Why do we need a shower 3 days in a row???"
I guess I get relaxed about such "meaningless" things as showers in the winter when my boys don't stink, but when they want to sit on my lap at night and watch college basketball (I was 13 for 13 on my bracket when I went to bed last night) they better not smell like stinky, little men. Happy Spring everyone....go get a shower!

For one week only......

For one week only, I will have a 4, 5, 6, and 7 year old. Our baby, Baylor, turned 4 years old on Sunday...and next week Hudson will turn 8. All Baylor really wanted for her birthday (and she's been asking for at least 6 months now) is a pink race car. Rick and I laughed so hard as we browsed the aisles of Target in search of this pink car. Behold, Target had a pink racecar, and Baylor's day was made!

Backseat Drivers

It's a rainy day today--a good day to be cautious on the roads. As the girls and I waited at a stoplight on our way to gymnastics, they hummed away to "Are you washed in the blood." That sweet, sweet moment came to a quick halt when the light turned green, and the car in front of us didn't move instantly. The girls impatience ( a direct reflection of their mom/dad) wore thin. I start hearing, "what are you waiting for? an invitation?" and...."that's all the colors they've got" being yelled at the driver in front of me from my 2 little angels in the backseat. Oh how my sweet little sponges have soaked up all of my mean impatience.....but (if I am being totally honest) it was kinda funny, too!

BUY THE FREAKIN' CUPCAKES!

You know those laid-back days when you do random things like bake cupcakes with your kids??? Well, Sunday was one of those days for me. We went to church, and came straight home to put our pjs on. The girls convinced me that we should bake cupcakes for Baylor's birthday instead of buying them for her class party. Usually, I call in my cupcake order, pick them up in their neatly wrapped boxes and deliver them to the classroom, but due to the girls insistance to bake their own cupcakes--I gave in. There was nothing else pressing to do--except clean up all the flour and frosting that would soon cover the kitchen island.
I pulled all of the ingredients, pans, etc out as the girls tied their aprons on and got their stools to pull up to the counter. (I am getting somewhere with this story!) We FINALLY got all the ingredients in the bowl. As I went to get the mixer, I knocked the tar out of my 4th toe. I not only knocked it, stubbed it, hurt like Hades it....I BROKE IT!! And only for the love of my friend Traci, am I not putting a picture of my crooked, bruised, still hurting like Hades toe on here for all to see.
So, the moral of this story is.....BUY THE FREAKIN' CUPCAKES. (Or, maybe it's, don't be a clutz and run into the kitchen stool.) You pick your own moral, I've already picked mine.

Marathon #2....check

One of my close friends says it best....my (Claudia's) elevator doesn't go all the way up. Thus the preparation for half-marathon #2. Last week, Genevieve, Rick and I headed out in the fffffrrrreeezzinnngg cold to the Cowtown Marathon in Ft. Worth. Did I happen to mention that it was freezing? 40-50mph wind gusts, and the temp was around 35. BBRRR!!! Rick ran the full 26.2 miles (because he's crazy). Genevieve and I took the less-crazy route and went 13.1 miles. We had so much fun chit-chatting, laughing at people's outfits (just in case no one ever told you, blog readers, never wear skin-tight workout pants with a thong if you weigh 200 lbs), looking at people's flower gardens....we just had fun--along with 17,000 other runners. We finished in a respectable 2 hours and 42 minutes.
Rick's favorite part of the marathon running is the food that follows--pizza, pasta, cake.....and then an 80 minute massage. (Just as I thought I'd never do another marathon, the food and massage lures me in again. )
I never, ever in a million years thought I'd be out walking 13 miles for nearly 3 hours. It honestly sounded "easy" the first time I thought about it. I truly thought anyone could walk 13 miles and barely be winded. Well, many weeks of training proved me wrong, but I absolutely love the challenge of getting out there. Thanks for being my running buddy, Genevieve, and for encouraging me when I'd rather be sitting on the couch, Rick. Love you both!