Truck Show 2013

the truck show was a smashing success. hotel - success. 2nd place finish - success.

the girls had a great time. they wore matching outfits, i know i know. but sometimes it has to happen. those are peterbilt shirts that say "Trucking Princess". love it.

face painting fun.

i'm so proud of jarrett. all the hard work he puts into that truck obviously shows.

2nd place trophy & some cash money y'all.

family pic. i look like i kinda just walked up & stood by the 3 of them getting their picture taken, no? haha.

and here is another picture of the truck. jarrett's baby. his pride & joy.

Today

Welcome, February! Wait...that cannot be right. How is it already February? 1 down 11 to go.

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Today, I will spend the day with my love. We will laugh. We will relax. We will enjoy each other's company.

You see, we are going to the truck show today. I will sit back and kick my feet up. I will read on my kindle. I will, possibly, watch a show or two. I will walk hand-in-hand with my trucker as we check out all the sights the truck show has to offer.

He will be in his height of glory. And I will enjoy seeing him being so happy. I know he is going to love spending the day talking about his truck. Explaining all the up-grades & repairs he has made to the truck in the last year.

And tonight, we will stay in a hotel room with our 2 darling daughters. We will sit back as they swim and enjoy the hotel pool. We will have pizza delivered to our room. Of course, we could come home. But we aren't. We are only traveling a mere 60 miles from home and decided to 'live a little' and stay in a hotel. Why not?

You see, the winter blues are kicking in. Granted this weather hasn't been nearly as frightful as it could be, it is still winter - blah. We decided to enjoy our little 2 day jaunt to the north. Hotels = fun for kids. Am i right? I know I always LOVED it! So these girls of ours are in for quite a treat.

these girls...

olivia is awesome. she's funny. she's smart. she's gorgeous. she's kind. she's loving. she's passionate about what she loves. she's growing to be a pretty cool person. the kind of person i hoped she would grow up to be. she's got the best of her father & i. obviously, she has my stellar personality. and she has jarrett's passion. 

along with my stellar personality, she has inherited my tendency to be stubborn. she's headstrong. she's, at times, defiant. i find myself asking why she chooses to defy me. but at the same time, i am happy knowing that she won't be a total wimp. there is no doubt in my mind that she will never let anyone walk all over her. she's a girl that knows what she likes and knows what she doesn't like. she also gets that from me.

my sweet little rachel is different than her sister in so many ways. but very much alike at the same time. funny how that happens. rachel is the sweetest person. like ever. she's meek. she's emotional. she's clinging to the baby-ness. she wants us to hold her. she wants to snuggle. she has the sweetest little tiny voice.

she also has a tendency to gloat. you know, rub it in a little bit that she gets to play all day while olivia is at school. i said to her the other night, "rachel, are you instigating?" she yells back "no" then whispers to jar "what's instigating mean?"

they are growing up. it is so very obvious.

olivia told me today "mom, you don't have to kiss & hug me good-bye when you drop me off at school." talk about breaking my heart. but i just said "ok no problem. we can do that at home before we leave." i don't know if it so much the kiss & hug or the slap on the bottom i give her every day when i drop her off at school. i digress. she is getting too old and too embarrassed.

rachel, on the other hand, today when i was dropping her off asked if i could just take her home. she is sad because she misses me during the day. again with breaking my heart.

so i have one kid who doesn't want me to acknowledge that i am anything more than a chauffeur to her in the mornings. and one kid who clinged to my leg & asked me to take her back home & spend the day snuggled on the couch. that's what the age difference will get me 8 & 1/2 and a young 5. one doesn't want me to kiss her good-bye in front of friends & the other cries and has to be pried off my leg by her teacher.

i guess i'm doing something right with these girls...