Guess who else loved it? Pig-tail girl in white socks.
They even tried their hands at some turns. Fancy, huh?
I think this was part of the tango.
Or maybe the Cha-Cha. This was the last happy picture before the crash. More practice necessary, I guess.
You just never know what you're gonna see when you turn your back. 
And then there's this.....
Every day is an adventure in the world of a stay-at-home mom.
Bryce and I are political junkies. We eat, breath, and sleep this stuff. Sorta sleep this stuff. I haven't been sleeping well thinking about what may happen in this upcoming election.
Here's the love of my life with my baby girl. She's all decked out...and happy. So is he. So far so good. 
Look at this sweetie. 
Here's my boy meeting and befriending an immigrant from the Netherlands (I think?) who came over many years ago in search of a better life.
The even was held in a airplane hanger in Colorado Springs. They had medal detectors upon entering. Of course they searched our bags. It was just like the airport.
It was a cool view to see the McCain and Palin planes on the runway.
These were the best seats in the house which were right behind where the politicians spoke. They were seats. We sure coulda used seats as the day wore on!
Treyton and Galina got a bird's-eye view. A fine gentleman next to us said that he remembers going to a rally, and his dad lifted him up just like that when he was three. He still remembers it! Wonder if our kids will.
Treyton was getting sick of it by now. Poor kid. He was reduced to playing with fuzzies on the ground. 
An interesting bit of trivia....the Democratic National Convention was just a couple weeks prior to this event. A janitor for the Pepsi center found a few thousand American flags left behind on floors, seats, and even in garbage cans after the Democratic Convention. So, he gathered them up and brought them to this event hoping to find new homes for the flags. We were allowed to take them if we wanted or return them after this display of patriotism. None left on the floor or in garbages.
Why didn't I bring the stroller?
Here's a shot of Sarah Palin on the left, John McCain in the middle, and Cindy McCain on the right. You can always spot Cindy McCain because of her orange and green dress. She's such a lady! The epitome of a first lady, if you ask me.
A couple more shots of the speakers. I never did see Todd Palin even though he was somewhere up there.
All in all, it was a great experience. Glad we went, would do a few things differently next time. Hopefully we were looking at the future president and vice president of this greatest nation....the last best hope as Lincoln dubbed America.
I couldn't understand it. He was looking forward to preschool ever since we went to the orientation. In fact, he was so excited that I used it as a ploy to wear big boy underwear. He did not want to wear undies even though he was going in the potty most of the time. I guess he wasn't up to the challenge until I coerced him into in. Bribed him. Manipulated him.
The good news is that this was what he looked like once we arrived. His charming smile returned.
It was now that I felt like crying! My baby...my first born....being slowly pushed out of the nest. I once read that a goal of parenting is to give them roots and wings. He's not going to be with me forever. He needs to go and do what God's created him to do. I'm just thankful that I get to have a role in His plan for this boy's life.
Look at his little classroom. And his sloppy smile saying "cheese". Butterflies in each of our stomachs.
"Mom. you can leave now."
Okay. Here I go....sending him off to school. No cries for either of us. A sweet sorrow, I guess.
Now this one...she's going to be running off to school. Pushing me out the door. I couldn't even get her to leave Treyton's classroom. The second tantrum of the morning for me to deal with, and the clock hadn't quite struck 9am yet.
I decided to go home and make Rice Crispy Treats. 
That's something my mom did for us kids every first day of school. There's something about that sweet, simple tradition that I will always hold dear to my heart. It made the day complete.
I think I see little wings on that boy beginning to sprout....can you see um?
"Well, maybe I'll wear a hat, Mom."
Yeah, that's much better, fashion queenie.
This is Daisy. She was my 30th birthday present. Our firstborn. Gone down a few notches on the food chain a bit since the kids were born. Still love her though! 
Now she is off to go run some errands. Gotta get those crackers, ya know. Without crackers she's like a 16 year old with PMS.
Oh so busy! The life of a 1 year old..........
Here he is preparing for his big dive. He already lifted his arms up to his shoulders and took a deep breath, exhaling as his arms went back to his side. Notice the "tightie whitie" training undies. He refused to wear underwear until after visiting preschool last week. I told him he couldn't go until the undies went on. He paused. "You can run faster with them on too," I added, smiling at my stroke of genius. With eyes getting big and a smile unfolding, he said, "Okay, Mom." (Mom, not Mommy?!?! He's getting so old!)
Legs turned out, bead necklace on, and off he goes~
Ahhh, no splash. I'd say he's made a strong running for the gold. Or the gold, blue, green, purple, white bead necklace.
He won the gold! Okay, not really...except in my heart. But he did get a medal. In soccer.
That's Treyton's friend, Jeremy. He must have done a pretty good dive from his mom's file too.
I like how the T-shirt that he got from the class is long-sleeved and goes down to his little white socks.
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