  So much to write and yet, so little time! We spent last Friday in Tacoma at Chuck E Cheese's. Ya know, you really THINK you have matured and become a grown up, then you go into a place like that and you find yourself just as excited as the 8 year old's.
Okay, at least I do anyway. :) Hey, and the food ain't too bad either. The boys' had a lot of fun. We did have one incident where a lady came up to me, pointed at Austin and said, " Is he mute or just handicapped? " Josh and I laughed about it later and said we should've said, " what? you mean something is wrong with him? " It wasn't that she was asking about him, that doesn't bother me at all (actually I welcome it!
), but it was the way she asked. Maybe you had to hear it... I don't know. I am often amazed at the rudeness of people but I'm sure it's just God's way of teaching me grace!! Later on that night we went to Josh's softball game (church team) and Austin had a freak out. I'm still not sure what set him off unless it was the sound of balls hitting the bat (kind of that Pop sound), but I had to turn around and bring him home.
He's had a few other moments like that since so keep him in your prayers (and ME too.. hee). It seems like every summer we endure this and of course, it's always after the 4th of July. I think it puts him on "guard" and protective mode.. as if he's just anticipating it or something. This week is VBS at church so I doubt I'll be able to write much. Bear with me. I'm sure after a week with 60 3 & 4 year old's, I'll have many stories to share!
Today, I took Jacob out to the in laws pool to swim. I was attacked (yes.. ATTACKED) by a yellow jacket. It's as if I stepped on his mother years ago and he lye in wait for me. The thing literally CHASED after me- I can only imagine the sight passer by's got seeing this blonde woman waving her arms around, running, and screaming.
hee. Anyway, Jacob stood by horrified screaming for me and finally it got me. The thing got right inside my ear and left his stinger. I think I forgot how badly those things hurt. I had a flash back to being 9 years old in Alabama. I wanted my mommy.. there, I said it and I'm not ashamed. It's swollen and it bled a little but I think I will survive the attack of the angry yellow jacket.
The only comfort I received is knowing that after that sucker planted that thing in my ear, it quickly died. So I conclude that he was the ultimate loser. And after such violence, I doubt he made it into insect heaven! Well, it's almost time to start cooking dinner so off I go. B;L.T's here I come! 
