You will have significant experiences. I hope you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of those meaningful and significant things. Some may be funny. Some may be significant only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience." Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley

Grandma's Covers

When you were small.....and just a touch away,
I covered you with blankets against the cool night air.
But now that you are tall.....and have moved far away,
I fold my hands and cover you with my goodnight prayer.
*Author Unknown


Jun 15, 2009

FUN IN OKLAHOMA

We usually take Coleman swimming for a couple hours to give Lacey time for much needed rest.

The Cole buddy in his shades.

Coleman has no fear of the water. He loves to jump in the shallow or deep ends of the pool. He loves to swim so much that it's a fight to get him out and leave even after 2 hours.
Relaxing in the shade while the guys swim.

Coleman with daddy relaxing in the hot tub Ahhhhhhhhhh
Just what the doctor ordered




We drove around the lake in Purcell where Chris grew up. Their were lots of Mallard ducks and Geese.

We visited the gave site of Chris' father who died in 2005, one year after Lacey and Chris were married. Sad that he lost his father at such a young age before he had his cute little family. He misses him so much.

Dinner at VAN"S PIG STAND. They have the best smoked ribs around. I have to eat there everytime I visit.

They all come with their own little personalities.



OUCH!!!


Wednesday I was cleaning the apartment, picking up toys, vaccuming, dusting, and laundry. I was straightening Lacey's couch cover as I have done many times before. I was tucking in the back cover and heard a SNAP! I pulled out my hand and saw that my knuckle was hanging and I couldn't hold it up, it just hung. I thought I had broken my finger. Lacey grabbed a popscicle stick and put it under the joint and wrapped it up so that it stayed straight. Later realizing that it was the knuckle that was hanging, Lance and I decided to go to the ER in Norman. They took 4 xrays and determined that I had snapped the tendon. Yay! I get to see the orthopedic surgeon when we get home and have surgery to repair the tendon. Of course it's on the hand that I write with.