Today is the birthday of my mom’s favorite grand child, Jordan. She is one of a kind and a very special, sweet, loving, talented, and compassionate young woman. I am proud to call her my niece. Today she turned 16 and I am sitting here in shock wondering where the time went. Good luck to all southern Illinois drivers.
Today we took an enjoyable family bike ride. It’s the first time we have done this without towing Cutler in the buggy behind me. Of course Cutler had to stop multiple times, unexpectedly, to practice leaving skid marks. Mason had a fairly nasty wipeout, but got right back on the bike and road on like a champ.
Happy belated anniversary to my favorite parents. 45 years is a long time, but just the beginning for these two. They serve as an amazing example of teamwork that I hope I can emulate in my own marriage.
This is how Mason chose to ride to practice this evening. It’s a shame I couldn’t catch his semi toothless grin to help show just how much Cajun he has in him.
Today we were blessed to have Kobi return to the homestead for a visit on her drive around the country. She arrived in time to help pick up the boys from school and each reception from the boys was as precious as the other. You can tell they both really missed her a ton, even though she did not return from London with an autograph from the Queen. It didn’t take long before Mason had suckered Kobi into a high stakes game of MASON (think horse) with the mini basketball on the mini hoop. Mason comes up with some rather imaginative shots, including one from the scooter that I had a great video of that I can’t get to work. Oh well, at least Mason can say that he beat Kobi at basketball, he just doesn’t have to mention that her name ends with an I instead of an E.
I’ll work on some more embarrassing videos that can be posted while she is in town.
My older sister, Angie, put this picture of her and my younger sister, Becky, up on Facebook yesterday and I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to share. I don’t remember them having this made, but reminds me of all of the pictures of my mom and Grandma Fricke that were take, I assume, at the beauty shop. From the comments, my only guess is that it is a glamour shot. Angie has threatened embarrassing pictures of me from my childhood, but I was so damn cute I am not sure they could be embarrassing. Yes, I realize that there will soon be an overflow including the one of me and the Easter Bunny that Becky’s husband, Joe, scanned and emailed to himself from my parents’ house a couple of years ago. He loves to throw that one out occasionally. However, I fear not as I have plenty more. And so, perhaps, the battle begins…
From Cutler’s birthday party last Saturday I captured this great picture of my top three favorite people.
With 45 minutes to spare, I am sneaking in birthday wishes to one awesome aunt and the top commenter on this blog. Happy Birthday Aunt Linda. Here is to many more years of subtle comments reminding me that I am missing out on Cardinals Championships, including the one they took from the Rangers.
Team Fricke 