A Letter-B Weekend

I didn't intend to be pun-ny, but as I thought back over all of the activity of our whirlwind weekend and how to sum it up, I noticed a common thread: the letter B. Without further adieu, the Scott Weekend Round-up, sponsored by the Letter B.

We were Busy! Friday consisted of gymnastics, an elementary school carnival (where we loved being with big kids and bouncing on the inflatables,) going for ice cream with our buddies M & S, soccer practice and cheering for Jean in the Relay for Life.

Saturday morning the five of us participated in a road race for a good cause. We watched the 5kers before taking off for the one mile run/walk. The kiddos were in our triple jog stroller, but when we rounded the corner for the last 10th of a mile, they decided they wanted to run across the finish line. K is a fairly fast runner. She was not only leading the pack, but the boys got tired and started complaining. Not my competitive girl! About the time they faded back she heard the small crowd at the finish line cheering. The change that happened in her was unbelievable. A smile crossed her face unlike anything I have ever seen. She may has well have been running on a cloud and she beamed and ran her little heart out--looking from the crowd to me and back to the crowd. I was actually crying as I hugged her at the end.

We returned home after the race to visit with BeeBee, Poppy and Sydney. Because of the beautiful weather we spent the morning outside.

There was basketball,

baseball,

and bug-catching and watching (with our blonde buddy, H)

After a backyard picnic lunch and naps we went to a little league game and then to a minor league baseball game. Is it Springtime or what? I couldn't help but giggle at the ballpark when I looked around to notice K was the only girl playing with nine boys. She didn't seem bothered, so I suppose I shouldn't be either!

Today we went to Sunday School and church before a carb-filled brunch at Waffle House. Then we hit the road to Atlanta for a birthday dinner with Granddaddy.

The discovery of a fuzzy caterpillar, the kiddos named Buck, had the children riveted for half an hour (especially K). At one point she put him on a stick and said, "Mommy, if I leave him here will he become a raccoon?" (Of course, she meant cocoon, and it cracked me up!)

And these two shots of P just made my heart smile. He is a rascal! I love him to pieces.

And finally, the surest sign of a good weekend...to look in the backseat and see everyone sound asleep because they are beat! (And the sweetness of carrying my precious loves straight to bed.)