Fashion Fabulous Friday

Reed is rarely the focus of FFF, (it's kinda hard to get noticed when your twin brother is such a fashion maven) but today he's modeling that dirt is still totally and completely "in".

(after a camping trip face plant)

(after a productive evening at the Crockett, TX Sonic playground)

Not Wild Animals

Reed loves dogs.

Poor Hunter is "loved" constantly.

And much to Reed's delight, my parents' dog, Bell, offers even more to love.

Every time I looked up, Reed was with Bell.

And then they started to look alike....

B Squared

I'm just warning you up front, this post is nothing more than blatant bragging.

I'm not trying to disguise it, dress it up in a funny story, or be sly about it.

It is what it is: Blatant Bragging.

We picked up the kids ribbons from the fair yesterday (we didn't actually go to the fair since we'd been in Phoenix since Thursday) and they were really excited. 

JR received ribbons for everything he entered, including a blue ribbon for his latch hook pillow.

Kyle also "won" a blue ribbon for his painting.

But Reed...

Reed stole the show.

That's a blue ribbon, Reserve Champion ribbon, and the People's Choice Award!

People's Choice?

You have got to be kidding me.

We weren't even in town to vote for him.

And anybody I know well enough to call to go vote for him was in Phoenix with me!

I couldn't believe it.

Along with his big fancy ribbon, the People's Choice Award also came with a backpack.

And an art set. 

(I didn't ask JR to get in this picture, he's really proud of Reed, too.)

And, yes, I'm totally being THAT mom over all of this.

I cleared one of our shelves to display my new favorite work of art!

He's Crafty (too)

When buying pillow supplies for the showcased latch hook project of yesterday, one half of the Dynamic Duo decided that if JR got to do a craft, he really needed to do one too.

(The other half was quite content being strolled around in the buggy wearing his newly selected pink and purple gardening gloves and apron.)

Of course when I say he "decided" he needed a craft, I mean there was wailing and gnashing of teeth while plagues of locust began closing in on Hobby Lobby.  I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure Kyle was headed toward the fabric section to select a new sackcloth to go with the ashes Reed was about to pour on his head.

Thankfully this situation of Biblical proportions was soothed by a $.74 project found on the summer clearance aisle.

Sunny Sunday Press

If you're friends with me on Facebook, then you know I've been very busy these past few days hanging out with my girlfriends from Dallas, and attending the Britney Spears concert in full Britney costuming.

But while I was in Dallas, look who turned up in the Sunday edition of the paper.

It's certainly not the best picture in the world, but it's press nonetheless!

If that's not a "I can't smile with the sun in my eyes" picture, I don't know what is.

Little Iron Horses Year 2

Sooo, Here's the sitch on my computer.

Long story short, they can't fix it.

I can sort-of blog, but my email doesn't work.

I figure I better get this post out into blogland before my computer decides it doesn't feel like doing that either.

I pretty much complain about the bicyclers on the roads of Durango nonstop.

If they wouldn't break the law, (i.e. riding side by side so I have to risk my life pulling into oncoming traffic to avoid hitting them) I wouldn't roll my eyes and complain so much.

Kyle is so used to them he rolls down the window and screams 'Excuuuuuse Meeeeee!' whenever we see some. (Which is about every 2 seconds.)

But if the bicycle community wants to let my babies race down Main Street and give them medals, well, I can probably stop complaining about them for a day or so.

This was Kyle and Reed's second year to compete in the Sprite Kid's Iron Horse Race and they knew exactly what to expect. 

Just look at those pre-race game faces!

Reed left nothing to chance. 

He was sure to inspect his "vintage" tires before the race.

And yes, Reed's "vintage" tricycle (as the announcer called it) was mine when I was his age.

Kyle chose JR's old (but certainly not vintage) Go, Diego, Go trike for his race day.

And just in case you were wondering, MY tricycle beat Go, Diego, Go!

The medals were exciting...

but not as awesome as winning a free Sprite.

Post race photo-op with friends.

Hang With Us At Your Own Risk

Kyle, Reed, and Koen (Cassidy's son) went to gymnastics camp yesterday.

When I picked them up, they all came out of the gym saying how hot they were.

(They were pretty sweaty.)

I told the boys to put on their shoes, and I turned to talk to another mom.

As I looked back to start the herding to the car process, here's what I saw:

 So I'm giving you fair warning.

Hang with us at your own risk. 

 Looks like our "lifestyle choices" rub off easily on others.

Final Kicks

Kyle and Reed had their last soccer game yesterday.

Kyle played about 1 minute (he LOVES practice, but could take or leave playing in the actual game).

Reed played the entire time.

This is my favorite picture of the day.

Check out Reed.

Teeniest-tiniest one out there, but right in the middle, and pushing those big kids back.

I also love that Kid To The Far Left obviously has more important matters to be worrying about than getting to the ball.

Pre 4 Inches of Snow on May 1st Pictures

Since I forgot I had these pictures, and the blog's been kinda Kyle and Reed free the last few days.....

Meet John(s)

When we were on our cruise, Reed picked out a stuffed animal shark for his souvenir.

While riding the elevator a lady said, "What's your shark's name?"

Without skipping a beat Reed said, "John."

And since that moment, every stuffed animal in our house is named 'John.'

 

Kyle usually refers to his stuffed animals as his "babies". 

But, of course, the babies are now named John.

 

So I wasn't really surprised when Kyle asked if he could bring Cow John to his soccer game.

He really wanted to play while holding John, but we were able to convince him that John could sit on the sidelines with me and watch.

 

But don't feel sorry for John. 

He had his moment.

They had team pictures after their game Saturday.

Just look who snuck in the picture.

This is all about ME!

Reed had a "LOOK AT ME! TAKE MY PICTURE!" day at gymnastics.

It actually kinda warms my heart.

I mean, let's be honest...

As an only child, I'm still living a LOOK AT ME! TAKE MY PICTURE! life.

I call this shot, "Stealing Kyle's thunder".

Interview With the Naked Chef

Many people think it's the chef's hat that's the most important part of the uniform.

As you can see, it's really the...um...elbow length pot holders???

that let everybody know you're a "cooker".

And in case you were wondering, Naked Chef was busy creating a birthday cake when this photo was snapped in his kitchen.

You Can Never Be Too Rich

But I think you can be too thin...

Rhinestone Cowboy

Lately it feels like I've been writing a fashion blog.

Who would've thought that was even possible since I live with 3 boys and a husband that wore jean shorts on our first real date.

(Yes, he wore jean shorts.  But don't worry, those have long been removed from his wardrobe.)

In the past few days Reed has refused to wear clothes.

He has, however, been studying at the Kyle school of accessorization.

Just check out this little get-up.