Super Satuarday Slip and Slide!!!

The kids were asking to go for a bike ride. But we thought going on the slip and slide would be a much better idea.

It was a great idea. This was so much fun. We got to be active and stay cool and not have to pack up mounds of things just to go to the beach.

The kids were having so much fun they asked dad to come and do it with them.

Dad holding Caden as they slid sown together...I know my knees would kill after this.

I sat and took pictures while they laughed and had fun. They were having a blast.

Kenz loved the pool area, I guess as well as walking up and down in between the sliders:)

I couldn't take it any longer...I had to get in on the fun too:)

We all felt a lot cooler! And, the kids loved that mom and dad did it too:)

Cringing Moments

I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This is the 3rd of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. The third story is about 1st grade.

My mind has been reeling over this one for, well, a day. I have not been able to think of anything for 1st grade. Well at least no memory that is blissful or fun! Just a memory of (cringe) the time I got caught cheating on a math test (because 1st grade math is tough you know). Which incidentally, sticks out very well. I remember we sat in desks of 4 that all faced each other. You could easily look up and see the papers in front of you. Everyone at my table was doing it.
My conscience was screaming at me "NO, don't do it." But I succumbed and did it, and then got caught. Peer pressure is something awful and the principals office is not a fun place to be! But, who in their right mind would want to share that and have this stigma attached to them. So instead, I'll just say I can't think of a thing about the 1st grade or of being 6!

Smells like Skunk

I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This will be the second of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. The second is those first school days.

Since my mom worked, it was my grandma who watched me during the day when I was little. I never attended preschool and kindergarten was half days every day. My grandma had done my hair very nice for school one day for me. She put me in some nice clothes and said, "Now Nicolle, you are going to school today....DO NOT GET DIRTY!" And then proceeded to let me play outside. I've been told within 5 min. I was playing with the dogs and letting it jump all over me. I got filthy! My grandma came out and was mad! "Nicolle I told you not to get dirty!" My response..."It's okay grandma, lots of kids go to school dirty." This story I have been told, but even worse is the story I remember.

I remember the first day of Kindergarten. Both kindergarten classes were meeting in one room. They would then let you know who your teacher was, so you could go together with your class. While waiting for everyone to show, the teachers were of course entertaining everyone. As all the kids arrived and the names were called to who their teacher was, they thought since everyone had been so good we could all have a sticker...a scratch and sniff sticker. Now, I loved stickers when I was little. Had books of them. My dresser was filled with stickers. I loved stickers! When it came my turn the anticipation was rising as to what my sticker would be. I reached my little hopeful hand into the bucket, a flower perhaps, or maybe cinnamon roll. Ahhh the scents would be so sweet. When I pulled my hand out my heart dropped.

I...got... a... skunk.

What teacher in there right mind would put a skunk scratch and sniff sticker into a bucket for children! I remember the stench. It was awful! Even worse...I asked for a new sticker, and the reply was....."No!" That was one sticker that certainly did not go into my book. My little heart was broken:-(

PS
I have since then recovered from the awful smell and memory!:)

The story of ME!

I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This will be the first of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. The first is the story of me.

My mom went into her 38 week appointment a couple of days before Thanksgiving. I was due to be born around Christmas time. Everything was looking good. Doctor said I wasn't going to be coming anytime soon. My mom was glad because her doctor was going to be on vacation the following day for 2 weeks. Thanksgiving came and went. And the next day my mom awoke to what felt like a tickle in her stomach. Yes, a tickle is what I said! She tells me now that it just felt like I was tickeling her tummy. Like I was saying let me out I want to play. I personally think she is remembering wrong...especially after having three children of my own. Thinking that this could be it, my dad and her went to the hospital and after a few hours I was born at 6:37 am. 7 lbs 11 oz. and a lot of dark blk hair. After being told I was a girl the first thing my mom said is "Is it really , are you sure?" (This is because I have two older brothers.) My dad said, "yes it's a girl. Good." He probably said this knowing my mom wanted a girl and if I had not been a girl would have wanted to keep trying.
But there was not much fanfare or complications. Mom said that if all of her pregnancy were this easy she would have more kids. (I am the 3rd and the last.)
So after such and intense labor they off course had to name me. Some names my parents almost called me were: Danelle or JanaLee. But, Danelle was too close to Daniel, which is my oldest brothers name and JanaLee was a combination of Jan (my mom) and Harlie (my dad). So the settled on Nicolle, which my mom suggested. I am named for myself. My middle name (Laurie) although, is named after my grandma Lauretta Laurie.

Me, My Grandma Lauretta, my first born Keira and my mom Jan