The Dude turned 7, with the FORCE on his side, and had a CRAZY star wars party! The force is strong with this one! Really, E had a ball having 9 buddies come and eat, play games , and watch Return of the Jedi...

We had a party with the Dark side and the FORCE last friday night! It was crazy! E invited 10 friends, and 9 came to the party. They came in their jammies, brought a pillow, and watched Return of the Jedi, with intermediate breaks for eating off the pizza/cheeto/m&m/sprite/licorice/popcorn buffet, and playing some games in the backyard.

So, Cousin Kobe came to the party and informed me at the beginning of the party that he might not have fun, because we were watching star wars, and he wasn't really into star wars.
Okay, Bon, I'm pretty sure you've got a fan of the JEDI on your hands now, because he WATCHED, and said "WHOA!" a lot. He also really liked the birthday cake (or the frosting I mean :))

UNCLE TONY TIED THE KNOT!! Holy Cow Tony! I can't believe you finally did it! YAY! (notice that this entry is in your wedding colors. tee hee.)

Labor Day Adventure @ the McAllister Rompathon!!
Grandpa Keith rented this fun slide on Saturday. It was too cool... The boys were THRILLED!!

My little Ash was constantly flying through the air! He loved every minute!

My boys going down the slide together! (Yes, My husband is wearing a hat that says "I love bikinis" Don't most guys love a good bikini? ha ha ha.)

Tiny Dancer

So, my little baby girl is such a sweet little dancer! She moves all the time. I am sitting up late tonite, realizing that today was the first day I can see my belly move with the kicks and movements that I am feeling! So Exciting.

We are so excited to have this little girl in our arms and home!

keep dancing tiny dancer......

I have always been the person who cries when the National Anthem is played. I always have been proud to be an American, and have known since I was a small child, that Freedom comes at a price. I support our soldiers with a full heart, and pledge to remember...

Yesterday was a day full of sad memories for me. Memories that I don't want to forget, but always remember, out of respect for what happened on September 11th, 3 days before my 1st baby turned one.

I remember working on some laundry after Judd left for work that morning, and having the phone ring a bit past 8:00 am. Judd said, in an odd tone, " go turn on the TV."

"what channel?" I asked, completely unaware of what had been happening. I turned on the TV, and stared, realizing any channel would work. I heard Eli calling from his room, his morning ritual call, "Mom! Baf!" from his crib...he wanted a bath. I stood frozen, unable to move, and watched as the shocked news reporters on live coverage, saw the second plane crash into the other tower the same time that I did. Tears fell down my cheeks, I realized that this was not a freak plane accident, but an attack, and that more innocent people were dying. I wondered what would happen next, and suddenly, I didn't feel safe at all. I ran to Eli's bedroom, and picked up my little boy, as I was still sobbing. "Mom," he smiled..."Baf?"

I took him to the couch, held him close, and watched....I felt immense loss. I felt ardent pride, and patriotism, as I always had, but in a different way than before. I felt God's love for our country in my heart, and prayed for him to help us... all of us.

Let us never forget... Let us always remember... 10,000 children were orphaned, or lost a parent that day. Many more lost loved ones. Let us remember the courage of our heroes, the blue collar American rescue workers, and the heroes of the plane the was destined to hit the pentagon, until THEY thwarted the attack, and crashed into a Pennsylvania field.

WE as AMERICANS are the luckiest people in the world. We should never forget what happened on September 11th, AND remember that it is a sacred and solemn day in the lives of all who call this country home.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!