Complimenti!

Kali received the final email last night confirming her study abroad has been approved.  We had the sweetest Sunday all together, and if I'm keeping things honest here, I totally felt as if she's not so attached to my hip as she once was. And when I say this, I mean my lasso not harnessing her (lol). I slept with her on Sunday night because Bill is still on the mend, so I've taken over Kali's bed.  In doing so, a few times in the night I caught glimpses of her silhouette as she slept. More so than the silhouette, I could see her little cheeks. Her dark brown hair streaming across her big brown closed eyes.  I caught myself staring at her.  Early morning alarm rang, and she was out of the house back towards her home and her life.  She had a meeting, work, and the final touches on her acceptance to study abroad in Florence Italy.  Something we talked very lightly about on Mother's Day.  Catching myself boasting to others, more so than actually talking with Kali about it.  

We texted funny things back and forth yesterday, and soon we'd end the night with a huge congrats with her acceptance.  So many details go into this decision.  None of which consisted of my insecurities.  

And for those that know me, I have many.  None in the face of relationships, work, business or money. Mine have always been the topic of my children. 

Not once have I felt sad, scared, or worried over this.  Something in my gut said, "if she's ready to do this, she must be".  And so I left it at that. 

Because truthfully, this is amazing. 

Truly, one hundred and ten percent, amazing. 

Her boyfriend studied abroad his second year.  His shared stories helping her to make this decision just a tad bit easier.  It's never easy stepping away from your love for a few months. 

As she was younger I always wondered a few things.  One, would she ever leave the net of safety from me.  Meaning, would she withstand the strength it takes to actually pull away from her mama's worry.  Her brother has had no choice.  Kali on the other-hand has been strong willed from day one.  

Second, I wondered if she would ever take a leap and make a big decision such as this.

She'll spend the duration of summer and fall over there.  She'll celebrate Christmas over there.  She'll taste, smell and endure another part of this world.  Learning. Living. Experiencing. Life.

Kali, I am so proud of you. When you were graduating from kindergarten I played this song for you. And as you sucked your thumb in the back seat, I wondered when the words would really ring true. 

So I ask that you listen to it again.  And just remember how proud you've made dad and I. 

Don't look back.  Just work hard and never stop loving what your heart tells you to love.  If it's not too nerdy, listen to the song I dedicated to you in kindergarten. 

I still feel the same today.

"I Hope You Dance"

"I hope you don't fear those mountains in the distance"

Congrats my sweet baby birdie...."Complimenti"! 

This Mama Lisa

For those of you wondering how my Mother's Day was. 

 Incredible. 

I will never forget him asking to snap this shot.  And his gentle kiss atop my hat. 

Pure love. 

I love you Kris and Kali. 

The years become sweeter and sweeter as the pages and chapters close.  My babies are my everything.  And then some. 

Kali drove home surprising me with a cookbook I wanted (Food Swings By Jesse Seinfeld) along with flowers from my favorite florist Devynn's Garden and Green Iced Tea from SB.  Kris and Jenny would arrive after a long flight home from Panama. Holding flowers from the same florist along with a bracelet made in Panama.  The cute part was there are 2 K's embroidered in it, not intentional.  As I say to the kids, it's all the little sweet signs.  LOVE.  

And Just Like That.....

Another week in the books.  Or shall I say pages in the chapter.

I'm at a loss for words. Again.  

Strange. 

Kinda wondering if my mind is so full of things, that the over flow of words are lost. 

A tad bit sad if you ask me. 

I'll leave you with a few pictures of the week. 

My last and hopefully final shot in his belly.  Sorry for the graphic sight to see, but hey if this chicken-little can do this, you can see what it was like. 

I still am amazed at what life has thrown at me.  At us.  

It's like the strength building stars are aligned just for me.  For us. 

 A visit with his Dad. Almost 90.  Sharp as a tack. And witty as a clown at times.  

These came out this week.  As the awkward nurse started to remove them, I played reggae on my ipad.  I, for some reason had this terrible feeling in my stomach. The desire to walk out of the room again.  To leave like a coward, and then I thought, LISA, STOP. (Note to Aunt Ronda & Uncle Wade, the song that came on was "Every little thing is gonna be alright"-Always always always at the right time...signs)

On Wednesday I received a text from Kali with sincere overwhelming content.  Finals, papers, and the check list done for abroad studies.  She becomes overwhelmed every.single.semester at Finals' time.  

Kali, you make me proud.  You make mama happy to be a mom.  I read the email you sent your professor to dad, and as I did, I choked up.  I am so honored to have raised such an amazing girl. You set your goals, and you've pushed hard to achieve them.  Nothing has stopped you.  Nothing should stop you.  I know at times you feel like I've made you handle things on your own.  You've been put to the side behind your brother, your dad and business. It's not easy to navigate through some things in life. However, I will tell you this.  In this life, the more you navigate on your own, and the more you learn through trial and error, the stronger and better you will be. 

I know this by experience. I trust you. I trust your decisions.  You make me so incredibly proud.  And through it all, when the world seems lonely and you feel like you're making things happen for yourself, just know, I am your biggest fan. I am the one who will cheer you on, through good and bad, for the rest of my life. 

To Kris, when you read this, I hope you know how happy I am to be your mom.  How you've taught me lessons in this life that I never knew where remotely possible.  I can remember times of complete distraught and the moments of felt failure.  And yet, things happened for a reason.  Raising a son, is way different than raising a daughter.  You've made me proud in your spirit.  Through the hard days you've kept a smile.  Through the days filled with tears, you've managed to wipe them off of my face. Checking in with a true soul and spirit because you sense and see when I am tired.  You get me more than others some days.  I hope you keep living a healthy and happy life. I am happy to hear you call me mom.

 I love you 

Panama May 2017 (Best part of this picture is the deet mosquito repellent in his back pocket-boom!)

To all the moms out there, including mine whom doesn't read this blog.  Happy Mothers Day. 

The hardwork, sleepless nights, never ending yummy meals prepared by your hands.  The tears, and the therapy it takes to raise children.  Happy Mothers Day.  To the single moms out there doing double duty and working your asses off to provide, happy mothers day.  

To the mothers that have lost their children, remember the gift of child birth and feeling life inside of you.  It's because of you.  Hold tight to the memories.  

To my girlfriends, and my rocks, you ARE AMAZING MOMS. 

I hope you all have a beautiful weekend.  Enjoy the sunshine. Enjoy the love. 

Go water your garden.  Whatever your garden is.  Water it. 

Love and PEACE.

This Mama Lisa

On Grace

Hey friends....

I've had such bad writers block lately. So much so, I wonder if my blogging career is slowly coming to an end.  What started out as a journal for my kids back in 2008 slowly turned into a diary of our lives. What's so interesting is to go back and read.  The different running themes of our lives.  The chapters of good times, and the chapters of bad times.  There's blog posts where life seems so full of goodness.  So full of silly.  So full of happiness.  And then I'll read another post where shit hits the fan splattering it all over. 

  

(December 2013 before shit hit the fan-LOL)

 The last few weeks have been so beyond interesting.  It's been equally enlightening too.  The unfamiliar territory of working here without my partner, along with the uncharted waters at night handling all the little things we've both handled individually for years.  We all take for granted just how easy a shower is. How dressing oneself with 60 staples covered under your brace.  How the pain of just getting from point A to point B is really real.  How administering a shot to his belly each day became so mundane. 

 I will be a happy lady if I NEVER have to stare at a Kaiser hospital room again.  Seriously. 

Our first outing this weekend.  Dave's place in Seal Beach.  Glass of Guinness for mama. 

Crawling into bed in another room because I can't risk bumping that leg.  Everything is just so so different.  I guess I was right in the suggestion to never take a day, or thing for granted.  You just can't.  What seems just like a gnarly broken bone has simply flipped our little world upside down.  Although I have to say, we've always held on tight to one another. So no stopping us there.  We laugh through the storms.  Shit storms and all. I've barked. He's politely barked (LOL-don't bite the hand that feeds you?) jk-  

He's had visits from people he hasn't seen in a few years.  Old friends stopping by to give love, and Cheezit's for me because I LOVE Cheezits, so thank you very much Duane.  

His brother came down and spent the day with him.  His sister came twice with meals. His aunt Sharon brought us the most amazing mexican lasagna. 

I've had more sweet messages from friends. Messages from family.  And most important, messages from Bill as I work.  I have to say, it's awfully strange without him at the office.  Not that it matters, but adding a few more hats to my head have been a little interesting.  Toss in shark week, and the Earth shook a little last week.  BUT.... I held it together.  I may have eaten everything in sight, but I held it together.  

So there you have it kids, no new news, but no old news.  We're here.  Headed back to doctor tmrw. We have a list of questions.  A list of what's next.  A list of concerns, as well as my list of suggestions. One birdie is settling in with finals, and experienced her first human violation of having her car broken into.  Having all her tip money (hard earned money) stolen from her car yesterday.  A car that wasn't locked.  Parked in front of a her "nice" house, in a very nice neighborhood. (QUOTED FROM KALI SEPT 2016-Mom, don't stress on us locking our front door of our house, we live in a really nice neighborhood, and like, we just don't get all stressed and freaked out like you do). 

Her words to me yesterday very early morning were the exact opposite.  The "mom and dad" words we all tend to eventually eat in this life right? The words our parents share with us, and yet, at the time they don't make sense.  Or actually even matter.  And so with experience, you learn.  

The hard way.

  

I held my compassionate tone, yet mixed it with a sprinkle of "I told you so".

Sorry, not sorry. 

Our other birdies are in Panama enjoying a much needed far-away vacation.  Living a life they've worked hard for, or if I'm keeping things real here, have deserved after fighting to stay alive.  

Life keeps moving.  In directions we don't necessarily expect, yet continue to surprise ourselves with strength and endurance we'd never know possible.  

We continue to love hard, when at times we'd want to crumble.  There have been a few times in the last couple of days where I drew my breath in, and let it out as tears welled up.  Reminding myself that this is temporary.  The small things that feel like big things will pass.  Some people out in this world that have it way worse. 

Over the last year of mine where some months seem to have been longer than others.  While others were spent laying next to the pool, sipping a blended margarita at noon on my birthday.  Reading all the messages filled with love.  I was treated to a wonderful massage that morning from Bill.  Handing me all the love and peace to rest my soul.  Not knowing what would unfold within weeks. I can remember staring out at the lake and thinking, "wow, soak this up Lisa, soak it up".

I still pray day and night. I pray for my kids.  I pray for work, and life. I pray for safety and good answers.  I pray for my sons next doctor visit next week.  Where I'll sway my soul back into labs, and back into answers for meds.  Weaning, moving and changing. 

Kali has decided her path will take her to Italy in August.  Weaning herself for a few short months away to experience what life and this Mother Earth has to offer.  Leaving love for a semester. Separating herself from normalcy.  To experience change.  To celebrate her good grades, and the chance her parents allowed.  To miss the one she loves so she can come back with a fuller heart.  It's truly and purely a sacrifice.  Love will always outweigh distance.  Distance will always bring love closer.  Experience and travel can never be taken away from you.  As the same for education. Your degree and experience cannot be taken away. 

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St. Augustine

My dude and I will make changes to get back into the life we work so hard for.  That will include boating.  Even if I have to lift weights to help him get back in that drivers seat. I'll drop that boat in the water and back that trailer to where ever I need to.  But we will be back out.  We'll sit pool side and watch the sun set, because we work our asses off to do so.  We'll celebrate 90 years of Gaylord this month.  He'll be 90 you guys.  Just when you think he's slowing down, he'll perk up with words of the wise and pop off with another funny witty story. The first day after Bill's surgery he'd ask for his caretaker to drive him out to see his son.  Perking up when Bill called him. I could hear his voice on the other end.  A sense of relief.   We'll also celebrate 21 years of Kali. Twenty one. Wild. 

(Lunch yesterday with high school best friend Alfred and his wife Lena and Gaylord!)

The other night after tucking Bill away for the night I stood staring at a picture of us on the tv counter thing and I thought, what in the world would I do without him.  He's been my partner in all the moments. My laughter partner, and my shoulder.  He's been the strong one in the storm.  Just when I couldn't stand up anymore, he'd catch me.  Now this time it's me to do the caretaking.  And each night he hugs me with pure gratitude.  Staring at me in the face with words of thankfulness.  It's hard to say "you're welcome" because it's who I am. It truly is.  

Today, I'll be thankful for Grace.  I'll be thankful for friends. And most especially family.

To my parents that check in more so than ever.  To girlfriends that still hold the candle up for us. 

Friends that send silly messages on the weekend because they just know we're tormented by sitting on the couch.  Glad you all made it to Desert Storm and back home safely.  

Sometimes life plays us the violin and sometimes life plays the drums.  This week, I'll hope for some good drums.  Or maybe some good soul soothin' reggae.  

Be strong, and be smart. Don't ever give up.

Your love, your kindness, and your time will forever be instilled in my heart.

This Mama Lisa

Avoiding Sirens

Sunday before this last one, after a wonderful weekend I had to call 911.  Over an hour of trying to persuade Bill to allow my call, we'd soon realize it was the best choice.  Not only was it the best choice, but finding out he broke his femur with one big snap wasn't what either of us expected.  I truly thought his knee was out of socket.  We found out he had a small cyst in the bone.  Same leg that his hip replacement was done back in the 80's.

The doc said the break was due to happen any time.  We thank God we were home.

Friday night I made a halibut dinner with a new butter and reduced lemon sauce recipe.  Steamed spinach with shallots.  Rice and amazing garlic bread.  Sipping a nice glass of wine closing out the week.

We did a ditto copy on Saturday night. We literally found so much peace all weekend. Sunday was a beautiful day and so we'd head over by boat to see his dad.

By Sunday evening we'd both stare at each other making the same comment "what a nice beautiful peaceful weekend that was". The word PEACE is a word we use quite a bit in our home.
The busier my life gets, the more I appreciate the quiet peaceful simple moments. 

2 hours later I'd watch them load him....The funny part was hearing the sirens coming down PCH.  It was instant laughter.  Even through all the pain. We truly thought he dislocated his knee.

Our best friends Russ and Jodee would soon get a call from us.  Please come down.  And down they did. Jodee documenting these pictures. As Russ did his magic trying to get him moved enough with a small piece of wood to support his leg.
NOTE: As Bill and I sat waiting for Russ and Jodee, a seal whom we call "Otis", made his way under our little bridge-way, right up to the back of the boat, came up, took a breath of air, checked us out, flipped his flipper up, and back down he went. I was convinced he was checkin' on us.  So so sweet. 

Soon I was in the house scrambling to pack a hospital bag.  Something I regretfully know all too well.  Looking in that bag the next day kind of chuckling to myself.  Big blanket. Soft socks. Cozy shirts, and cozy shorts. Chapstick.  What I didn't know is that he'd be admitted for surgery the next morning. And that path back and forth all week would soon school me another lesson. Live life for today. Don't ever take anything for granted. I can't say this hospital stay we made friends but that's  a story for a whole nother' time.  Just remember you MUST advocate and watch it all. Human error in all aspects of life is inevitable. When it comes to my family, as long as I live I'll keep every check mark checked.
They'd soon all know who Lisa was.  LOL

 Day one post op.  Fever up from pain.

Day 3

Thursday night as we tucked in from the hospital, I noticed I had barked at him more times than I'd like to admit.

He wanted the remote there.  The water cup here.  An extra pillow there.  The ice bucket machine there.  The wash cloth here.  The urinal there.  AND. AND. AND. AND.
The thing about me, is I ALREADY HAVE IT ALL LAID OUT AND HANDLED...LOL- MY WAY DAMN-IT!

And I felt like an asshole.

Friday morning I'd administer my first shot into his belly.  A shot we will be required to do for another 10 days.  I kind of laugh inside because as you read quotes about "you never know how strong you have to be, until you just have to be" or something along those lines.  Growing up, my phobia's (the same as Kali) are vomit, or watching ANYONE puke (my children included); and needles.  I can say now that I have been tested and pushed beyond what I ever thought would happen. 

Our weekend included lots of adjusting. Lots of good meals for him, extra love, and lots of rearranging our life.  For the house.  Beds. Living room. Showers. Work life (he's a worker bee to the max, this is killing him).

Friday night his sister Sandra made us the most amazing comfort food dinner.

I have so many pictures to show.  So many silly, and wild moments.  

But the just of it all is it's a major broken bone.  He's alive. He's healing. Monday marked a week. 

A week of some adjusting.  Smiles.  Laughter. Pain. Highs. Lows.  And a few tears because 

Just know I'm a ninja nurse.  

The rest of the week will hand out what life is supposed to hand out.  It might hand us happy moments, it might hand me sad moments.  It will most definitely hand us funny moments.  I can't begin to tell you how many times I've muffled shit under my breath at him, and walked away.  

We've hugged tight and laughed through the WTF moments. Many times last weekend he'd tell me just how much he appreciates me.  And deep down, I know he does. 

It's what I know to do best, just like all of you.  And that's to help.

To nurture. 

To love.

Chapters.  

This is life.  We're in this deal for the next 3 months.  But you know what?

We'll climb over this mountain, just like all the others.

A few things I've learned through these chapter pages:

Things can go from smooth to rough in minutes flat.
A water proof cast cover with the little rubber end thing is no joke. #pullzallthehairz
The ice machine given to patients at Kaiser for healing is pretty bad ass.
Helping the one you love get into bed each night with one leg sticking straight out is super hilarious for us. Nakey even better.
Being a guy during this process is much easier, because =  Wiener. Urinal. Duh.
Peeking at his staples are woah.
Giving him a shot is easier than I ever imagined.  Who am I.
Showers make the world a better place. For him.  For me.
Friends are the glue in this life.
Family are the rocks.
I miss his hugs while standing up.

I hope you all have a beautiful rest of the week.  Stay tuned, when I can get my act together, I'll show you some goodness.  Minus the urinal, and his cute naked butt.

To our friends and most especially family, thank you.  Thank you all for the texts', the emails, the social media comments filled with love. It means so much to us.  The banters from good friends of ours. To Sean, look at me buddy, WE WILL BE BACK IN THAT BOAT SOONER THAN YOU MIGHT EXPECT! lol

Summer of 2017 I told you we were comin' atcha, but I didn't mean with crutches, needles, and shower chairs.
 I meant with smiles, and good music with sunshine up above-

Peace out,

This Mama Lisa

Forty Seven

I turned forty seven on Monday.  I've always loved my birthday.  Not for the gifts, but for the time that allows me to be me. Just like the picture below.
Blended strawberry margarita poolside.  Thank.You.Very.Much.
At noon.
The one thing that can be left off my list of wishes? The birthday song sung to me.
Seriously, save it for someone else.
My name is Lisa, and I'm a freak. I literally want to crawl out of my skin and run.
HAHAHA!  freak.

Disclosure:  I've not got my shit together for a regular post.
 Vacation cob webs covering my soul. 

So bare with me, while I adjust to the normal life of work.  Life. Sleepless nights.
And the typical grind.  By the way, is it bear with  me, or bare with me?
Help me. HAHA

One for the road though....how cute is this:

Our first "video appointment" with our amazingly sweet doctor.  In between normal routine check up appt's, she's allowing this- swwooooon!

Her first words as she logged in to speak with him, "Oh Krisstopppher, there's my son"-

MELT, MY HEART!  Another Upper GI appt set for his stomach, along with some more vaccinations.  He's 15 months old now guys!

May you all have a sweet weekend.  One of our birdies is at Coachella, while the other two birdies are boardin' the mountains of Mammoth. May the good Lord keep them safe----

Lots of love to you!

Now if I can just drum up the energy to wash this mop of hair on my head.
Literally, stacked on top of my head.

Go play, and be safe!

(blurry shot, but our nephew Rocky giving the wake board a shot for the first time)

xo

This Mama Lisa

AND Our Shining Winner Is......

Jen! She took 3rd place in her class!  

And while it looks like she's been dipped in chocolate, she's not.  She was sprayed down like a bandit, and they even let her go home like this! LOL.  

I love this picture for so many reasons.  The love of his life on stage.  LOVE!

Number 75 YOU DID IT!

 What a trip this show was!  I really wanted to snap shots of the muscle guys, but I couldn't stop giggling.  Talk about a silly head I am.  They literally look like cartoon characters.

And to help build my case, I did have a couple glasses of yummy wine down there in Culver City with Jeff, Renee and my sister.  

You guys, she nailed it. 

My first thought was, "she was so calm up there"!

We are so proud of our little shining star!

 The cheers, the spray tans, the energy in that room boasts all the hard work each and every one of those humans did with their body. Sure there's probably steroids involved with the guys, but I know for a fact this little one right here did this with 100% dedication and determination.  There's nothing better than proving to yourself that you CAN do it.  Congrats Jenny!   You make us so proud!

After walking out of the building that night at 10pm, we'd all want to fold.  She just wanted some sushi and a cocktail.  I'd beg for a good nights sleep and a raincheck for Sunday.

Sunday brunch at Schooner Or Later!

 She ate cinnamon roll waffles, with a bite of whatever was around her.  And don't forget a good' ol bloody mary!

Just after our yummy brunch, Shell and I headed over to watch The Dirt Bags (CSLB BASEBALL)

These little cuties stand around after the game to get player signatures! SO CUTE!

SO PROUD of you Big D!  Can't wait to see who drafts you!

In other wonderful news, our biggest birdie's labs came back FANTASTIC!  Each and every time I send him to the lab, I know the hours leading up to my stalking of the lab's website, will become a tad bit weird for me.  Sweaty underarms, dry mouth, and a jacked up tummy.  

I know with time, this all irons itself out. I know that God is good, and I know that this miracle of what was handed to us will always be known to ME, as a miracle of blessing. 

I wish you all a great rest of the week.  The full moon madness has left the room!  

And the love of life will be in full bloom, just like all the flowers and grass around you. 

Go water it!  And LIVE!  You can, and you should!  Look around....it could always be way worse-

Again a huge congrats to our sweet Jen!  SO PROUD OF YOU! 

Big love,

This Mama Lisa

Timeless Metal. Timeless Love

Scrrrreeeeeechhhh.....and she slides in to third-base with a whirlwind of a week again.  Not sure why or how the days fly by so fast, other than the grind of work, life, and just surviving.  Is it me, or do you crawl out of bed on Monday feeling like Friday is so darn far away, only to blink your eyes, and it's Thursday.  My favorite day of the week, Friday, is so so close.  Last weekend Bill and I snuck out to Del Mar for Good Guys Car Show.  Talk about a sweet venue.  And such AMAZING cars and trucks.  I literally found myself stuck to some.  Standing there with amazement.  While others I'd scratch my head.  "Hey buddy, whatever floats your boat"-  

My belief however, is whatever makes your heart full, chase it. And never stop.  We bolted down the 405 fwy at 6am, with smiles at one another because this truck has no windows.  Although I was wrapped up like a mama burrito, blanket covering my legs, the minute we hit the coast all I could do was laugh.  Hair everywhere.  Dressed like an eskimo.  Chasing dreams. Chasing the need for business.  Chasing the desire to get Gaylord's the recognition it so much deserves.

The sweet part of pulling into these shows are the ol' guys that always approach Bill.  The same sweet question.  "Do you know Gaylord"?   The sweet reply...."That's my Dad!"...and then the stories start. 

Every single ol' guy has the most interesting stories.  

Those stories fill our day, all day.  At every show.  I'll never stop enjoying their faces as they realize their talking to Gaylord Jr.  

It's just sweet goodness.  To say Gaylord will be 90 next month blows me away.

90.

When I booked the hotel a few months ago, I had no idea where Torrey Pines really was.  I do know that I research the hell outta hotels before we stay.  (You all know my gig with hotels-LOL) What I COULD tell was it was situated close to the beach.  And it was close to our babes.  Kali and Grant. 

So we'd meet up with them later for dinner. 

Kris drove out for the day.  I had my fix of Kris all day, then Kali and Grant for dinner. 

You know how you review your weekend in a nutshell?  I kept saying, my heart was so full because I had both kids in one day.  In another far away place. FULL HEART!

After we left Kali and Grant, we headed back to our hotel, (this mama was exhausted)...we'd make our way past this street that dropped directly to this grassy knoll area.  I hammered at Bill to hurry and pull over so we could run down and catch this.  What was so wild, everyone sitting or standing to watch ol' beautiful sun tuck away for the night, was in complete quiet.  All you could hear was 

the ocean in the distance.....

It's moments like those that take my breath away. It's moments like a sunset, and the still of those around me.  Smiling, or hugging just after it sets.  

Peace.  

The hotel we stayed at was having a fundraiser. Glitz and glamour arrived with everyone carrying a stuffed bunny.  The dresses were gorgeous, as were the people.  

Twas the perfect place for people watching at the end of our night....

Do yourself a favor and visit Torrey Pines friends...I promise you won't be disappointed.  

Dinner with our littlest birdie...

Meanwhile this feller was battling some tummy issues this week. The weaning of those steroids are no joke.  As a matter of fact, my email to his doctor would be, let's try this another time. He needs weight on his bones.  

  By the salt, and by the sea.....even with this straight face. LOL

In two more days, this girl will wrap up one of her biggest accomplishments!  

JEN, YOU GOT THIS HONEY!!! 

And then, let's go grub out on some french fries, ok?!

Boom! Happy Thursday kids...go have fun, and go spread love...

This Mama Lisa