Having one Hale of an Adventure....: Funny Stories to Remember

I have a couple of stories that I would love to share with you. They are all constant reminders of appreciating the small stuff in life. A lesson that I daily try to remember.

The first story is about a rubber band

I know you are thinking what kind of story could one possibly have about a rubber band.

Well remember I am a mother of boys!

Sweet Benjamin came to pick me up from work the other day.

It is not often that the boys do this.

I usually have the car and some of the people at my work do not understand the reality of being a parent. "Not all children are quiet and meek."

My two are at the top of this list obviously!

Benjamin found a rubber band at my desk and began to play with it. Holding it out like he was going to pop someone with it. Playing with it between his little hands. I thought he had put it down until I looked in the back on the way home as he began to giggle wholeheartedly. He had his arm sticking out of the window letting the air run through his hands and the rubber band was laced between his fingers and flapping wildly. He was stretching the rubber band and making it sing to him. He thought this was the funniest thing in the world. And laughed and giggled the whole 15-20 minutes home. The rubber band playing a melody to him all the way.

That same ride home Patric was in high spirits, his cast finally removed and a game that night to mark the occasion!

Finally everything is back to normal for us!

Patric is out on the ball field!

He was looking out his window and startled us by calling our attention "MOM, DAD... I just saw a mini- buffalo."

Let me know explain further, our drive home goes down White Settlement Road in Fort Worth. The part that is closest to downtown winds along the Trinity River on one side and the beginnings of a small town called River Oaks on the other.

Not much has change in the scenery of this road in nearly 20 years.

There is a Greek Restaurant on one side, a large empty lot that has been empty for as many and a small farm that has alway had sheep and rams.

Patric saw this Ram, and thought it to be a mini- buffalo!!!

He swore that it was and there was no changing his mind about it!

My next story took place in May 2003.

Patric was 3 months old, and we had finally settled into some what of a routine being parents and all it entailed. Sweet Kevin wanted to give me a very special Mother's Day gift for my very First Mother's Day. We woke up early on Sunday morning. Kevin came into the bedroom and looked very proud of himself. (Kevin knows I love going to Art Festivals, and honestly life is always happening around and we do not get to go yearly, so getting to go is made even more enjoyable!) "Jenay, for Mother's Day I am taking you to Mayfest!" I looked at him and smiled...."Kevin that was last weekend." Oh to see the proud man slump is an understatement! It was as if the wind was knocked right out of him!

We of course laughed about it as he took me to Breakfast that day and tried to come up with something else to do. And every year since we have laughed about it as Mayfest comes and Mother's day follows right behind it every year.

Well this year, Kevin is once again proud of himself!

Mayfest finally is happening on Mother's Day!

And he finally is able to gift me a day among art and music! Which I am very excited about!