New Baby has a name!

I've been waiting for Ava to show her personailty by naming and titling things; such as her toys. Everyone and thing has been titled or names accordingly, no surprises, momma, daddy, Gabey (sometimes brother). Water and milk are called what they are, and all her toys and games don't have any special names. I thought she was a legalist until she named her new favorite baby. His name is Jesus. Perhaps it's the season, or maybe it's because this baby is her favorite. Whatever the reason, she calls him Jesus, and whenever he cries (by pushing the button on his stomach) she coddles him and says, " oh baby Jesus is crying," or "Oh baby Jesus is sad,".

Parents learn humility & gratefulnes!

Mom and Dad had a humbling experience through the prcious gifts we received from Gabe. We tried to take the kids out shopping for our gifts, but time ran out and grandpa Tom did it for us. BIG SHOUT-OUT OF THANKS TO Granpa. Anywho, I got my fav, coffee, and cherry filled chocolates (not my fav, but I knew it would be someones). I loved em.
Here's the killer, Joe got a change-sorter (very practical), Pokemon cards, & little box of gold fish (Gabe's all time favorite snack).
Joe and I exchanged the "parent smile", half smile, half laugh. We were saying to each other via "that look", " I wonder who he bought these gifts for?" Gabe saw us giving the look, and got real quiet. As Joe was posing for his picture with his presents, we saw tears streaming down his face. We were devestated. We actually caused our precious, little boy to think that we might be ungratful. We asked him what was wrong, and he said through tears and huffing, "I knew you'd think they were baby toys."
We hugged out little boy and explained that we were smiling and laughing because it was so thoughtful. We went on to say that we've never played Pokemon cards and we needed him to teach us how to play. He was excited to explain how to play and the tears slowly dried up. Joe was extra generous and shared his goldfish with the kids in the back seat as we got lost in the cities trying to find Uncle Tom's house.
Lesson learned! We loved our gifts!
Thank you Gabe & Grandpa Tom.

A Christmas Blast

We had the best Christmas as a family. Things were changed up a bit this year, and we had to do Christmas alone as a family. But we made extra sure we had an extra good time with the Chilluns. Joe and I set a budget and stuck to it pretty darn good. Each child got only a few gifts, more thoughtful than frivolous. Gabe's first present was wrapped 5 separate times and placed inside bigger and bigger boxes. After the first box, he declared, "oh you guys are tryin to trick me." TOTALLY BUSTED!
The photos says it all. Inside, were 4 video games. Major plus for the rents.

As for Ava she was the easiest. If it said, showed or alluded to a Princess she was in Aba heaven. PRINCESS! is all we heard as she tore through her gifts.

yesterday & today's level of threat update

Yesterday was a very threatening day. The LaShay level of threat was at an orangish red color. Satan was working hard via an alarm clock that didn't go off at ALL, Joe being stuck in Brittany's home state of Louisiana for 8 hours due to a stupid tornado in Mississippi, an ear & sinus infected-angry 2 year old, a clogged car value, a few bad listeners, and to end it all the start of a cold.
Way to go every one and thing, way to contribute to the ways of evil. With several quick shout-outs to Jesus, I endured.
The good news is this, with a half a dose of night time cold medicine, colors started changing rapidly. The threat seemed to disappear.

Today's threat level is a purple which stems from the daytime cold medicine being washed down with a hot and strong cup of coffee. My heart rate is about 180 and I'm just sitting here feeling really good. The level of threat is so low that it is near impossible to get purple to go green, not even AL Gore could change this one around!

LaShay's Levels of Threat!

I've decided to give you a color code to forewarn you of any LaShay threat. These are not necessarily an emotional threat, but rather a state of being. Also they can change at any given moment.

talent at its best

NEED I SAY MORE!

gift madness

He's 7 folks!

My My how time flies. My baby Gabey is now 7. We celebrated by eating at a Japanese steak house and letting a Micronesian teach us the fine art of frying hot food over a huge griddle (they use more butter). Then on the next day I had 5, 7 & 8 year olds run loose all over my house. No one died, and no limbs were lost. Although mom and ava got shot up by a storm of nerf monkies. We didn't go into the boy safe zones after that.
I told one boy that if Ava kept bothering them just shoot her all the way down the stairs. Every 15 minutes Ava came running down the stairs yelling "stop it" and sho nuff he had the gun at her back. It worked every time!