Memorial Day Memories

The Fish Family had a fun and restful Memorial Day weekend. We got in some much needed family time since Scott's been working so much. We did some things around the house, swam a lot, went to Tatum's 2nd birthday, went to the park, had ice cream, and took naps. We enjoyed just spending time together. Here are some pictures of our weekend.

Eating Daddy's ice cream after polishing off his own. Notice how he is pulling on Scott's arm.

"Working" with daddy. Thankfully this task didn't wind up like the keyboard (see below).

Sliding down the big slide at the big slide at Tatum's birthday.

Mmmmm...pizza! He sat at the table so nicely.

Swimmimg with Daddy!

Jumping to Daddy. The kid is nuts and will jump in on his own.

Rusty, the Bullard's dog, swimming in the pool. The dog would jump in and out of the water all day if we let him.

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Anonymous said…

I call the chair on the right in the second to last picture. I'm so excited.

Oh and I heart Jackson's new haircut.

May 27, 2008 at 4:56 PM

Holy Holy

I can't stop singing, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty." Scott and I went to the "big" ultrasound today where we tested to see if our baby had Down's, one of the Trisomy disorders, or any neural tube defects. I must admit the palms were a little sweaty and the heart was racing a bit. As surreal as this pregnancy is, I don't want anything to be wrong with this precious life inside of me. Well, holy is right. The Lord is not just good; He is awesome! Our little baby instantly began moving and grooving for us showing off fingers and toes and a great heart beat! Even though I am on my third, watching the miracle of life on that screen NEVER gets old! It truly blows my mind every time I get to see our precious angels developing inside of me! The scan came out wonderfully. We got all positives on all the scans the doctor (who was absolutely INCREDIBLE) could do. Now we just wait for some blood work to confirm that everything is okay with our little boy. ...

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I walked into the kitchen and spotted a blue solo cup on the counter. The following conversation played out in my head: "Whose cup is this? Which kid took out yet another cup? Didn't I ask them to stop getting a new cup every time they needed a drink? What is wrong with these people? They obviously don't ever listen to me." In the midst of my frustration, I realized the cup was mine. Oopsies. Good thing I didn't speak those words aloud. I went on with my life and my to-do list leaving MY cup right where I found it. I am the grown-up and can leave my cup where ever my grown-up heart desires. I came back into the kitchen a little while later and saw the cup again. I completely forgot the cup was mine so I rehashed the above conversation in my head. I was baffled by who left that cup on the counter. And then I remembered it was me. Again. Y'all, I did this two more times throughout the night. It was like Groundhog's Day but I was the only one celebrat...

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Yesterday I was putting a couple of things in the closet for the baby of what is going to be the nursery. Jackson was helping me and asked me where the baby was going to live. I told him where and he was excited since the room is next to his. Later that night Scott and I asked him where the baby was going to sleep and he responded by telling us that the baby was going to sleep in his room. When I asked him where in his room he told me, "on the floor." Scott antagonized him telling him that the baby would not sleep in his room but in the nursery. Jackson got mad at him and yelled over and over again that the baby was sleeping in his room on the floor. Oh my...it starts already!

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