Light it Up - Jazz

Aliens & Divas - Hip Hop

Raise It Up Solo

Let It Go Hip Hop

Madhouse Dance

Edgewood Heritage Park

I tagged along as a chaperone on the 3rd grade field trip this year.  I admit, I was wondering why I had signed myself up for this but was surprised at how organized and efficient this museum was.  Not only was it educational in a casual manner, they held the kids' attention at every location with different activities.  Kudos to this place!  I was impressed!!

Shady Trees

Me: "Listen kids, I'm serious. We are in... um... a 'shady' area and I need you to stay close to me. All the time. Do not wander, stay close to me the entire time."
Cameron: "She means ghetto."
Courtnie: "Sketch!"
Colton: [has me bend down to his mouth and whispers,] "How is it shady? Why are there trees inside the store?"

Spring Break 2014

Cameron went on a mission trip, Courtnie went to Louisiana with a friend, and Colton hung around town enjoying time with friends.

This was on his date with Aunt B -

Mission Arlington and some of the kids he befriended - 

Courtnie and Tiffany, BFFs -

Random Phone Pics

First Broken Bone

As a child, I had many a broken bone.  So many in fact, I've actually lost count of casts/splints/boots/air casts, braces, etc.  (Jason has only had broken fingers and we all know broken fingers don't count for anything really.)  As the kids have gotten older, I've always wondered who would be the first to brake a bone.  In the earlier years, I would have thought Colton for sure.  That once fearless child could be seen climbing on counters and furniture as soon as he learned to walk.  Too many times I just knew his cries and fall resulted in something broken, in addition to my decor of course.  Or maybe it would have been Cameron.  He LOVES to climb on the roof and just chill.  Of course the biggest roof adventures take place when he jumps down.  And all the sports Cameron has played, I just knew one bad twist of an ankle and he'd brake something.  While dance is somewhat delicate, Courtnie has been known to come home with some dance injuries such as pulled muscles, jammed fingers, and the like.

But Courtnie on a four-wheeler..... I just didn't see it coming.

She was on her way home from a weekend getaway with a friend and texted me that she broke her wrist on a four-wheeler and that it hurt.  I asked for a picture and she said her phone was about to die and she was adamant that she was telling me the truth.  I took a screenshot of our conversation and sent it to my mom and Jason asking if they had put her up to this.  I broke my first bone, my left wrist, on a four-wheeler at 12 years old.  How ironic would it be that she did the exact same thing at the exact same age?!  They both denied having anything to do with this.  She finally told her friends mom, who called me and confirmed her wrist appeared to be broken.  

The next day we made a trip for some x-rays and the brake is very clear - on the side of her left arm, with the brake going up almost to her growth plate.  

The story as Courtnie tells us:

They were riding on the four-wheeler and there was red mud on the path.  She was wearing her good jeans and didn't want to get them dirty so she swerved and hit a pot hole which jerked the steering wheel into a tree.  She also likes to add that she hit the tree so hard that the roots where coming up!  

I would much rather have bought new jeans than cast an arm, but we live and learn.....