Frolicking Nockinbirds

Now that the weather is suitable for humans, the Nockinbirds have moved outside!

Eventually, the inevitable occurred--frisbee in the tree.  Loverboy (and the broom) to the rescue!

Everyone seems happier in the Nockinbird nest now that fall's officially approaching.  Blackberry jam is responsible for this big smile, though.

I don't know if it's due to drought, extreme heat, or disease, but we're getting some fall color on/from the trees.

There was a busy bee buzzing about the basil, which has made a serious comeback now that it's not a bazillion degrees hot every day.

We took in a Crusaders 6-man football game this weekend.  Little Miss is updating Molly on the score here.  The game was called at the half since there was a more than 45 point gulf between the teams.  We won, 72-8.  If you're looking for excitement and lots of cheering, 6-man football is the show to see...as long as your team is winning, of course.

We got our yum on in Godley after cheering the Crusaders on to victory.

Little Miss liked the queso, Loverboy enjoyed his pork tacos, but I won with the brisket taco.

She wears the pink boots EVERYWHERE with EVERYTHING.  But I would too if they had them in my size (and for $10).

Monday evening, Emily and I anxiously awaited the return of Little Miss and Loverboy from cheer practice (Little Miss's, not Loverboy's cheer practice).  He really took one for the team on his birthday, too!

Of course, he threw his birthday self on that granade so I could get home and cook his birthday dinner.  The request was a simple one--boiled shrimp, lots of boiled shrimp.  I managed to whip up some chocolate chip cookies, as well.  Molly and Papa surprised us both by dropping off a birthday cake--complete with candles!  Thank goodness someone thinks ahead around here.

Sort of a cobbled together birthday celebration, but I think Loverboy enjoyed it.

This is what Little Miss is currently enjoying--Beiber fever, baby.  She even added her own artistic rendering the Beib in the lower right.  I think there's been a lot of smooching on wall decals this week.  I like how she kept them all clustered together, shrine-like and all.  Since we moved all the time, I never got to paint my bedroom.  And I doubt my mother would have gone in for all the decals/mirror stickers/dream catcher randomness the we've substituted for any coherent theme in Little Miss's room.  I hope she remembers this artistic freedom she enjoyed when I want to paint my room in the old folks' home.  Lucky for her, all my teen heart-throb posters have already long since turned to dust. 

Wait! Come back!

It's been a looooong hot summer.  I don't have any other excuse.  Sitting in front of the computer and blogging just hasn't had much appeal for some reason...but as a temperate fall keeps flirting with this parched, overheated corner of the world, I'm feeling bloggy again.  Maybe I'll even get caught up with our beach vacation pictures!

The Nockinbirds are in full swing with the school year.  Little Miss has added gymnastics to her weekly routine, on top of cheerleading.  Three hours a week sitting on the folding chairs in the amazing acoustics of the gym.  Joy.  There's been talk of piano lessons, for which she is VERY excited.  Loverboy has a hot lead on a piano, but how to get it here is the question.  After talking with a school buddy who is also in her Sunday school class, Little Miss is making noise to go to Kidz Choir and Awanas on Wednesday night.  And I forgot to add that we signed up for the Daisies (Girl Scouts) this past weekend but haven't heard when/where meetings will be.  I think we're out of days of the week.

Today was picture day for Little Miss (and at Mama's school, but Mama was not feeling particularly cute today, so I've got to get my hair colored before retake day!).  She decided she wanted a braid for the occassion.  A braid.  She never wears a braid.  My braid-fu is not strong.  But eight tries later, good enough.  We even left the house on time!

Homework is something we're having to adjust to this year.  And having to remember to do. 

Don't give up on me.  There are so many crazy Nockinbird antics to catch up on!