Nobody loves a good to-do list more than me.
Except for maybe my middle child.
October is the new December, I’m convinced. Every weekend has become a whirlwind. Which is fun for about one day, then I’m ready for some down time.
The weekend kicked off with Homecoming at the girls school (which coincidentally is also my alma mater), followed by a fundraiser for the local Ronald McDonald House Charities, Rawdy Rauder Challenge, cocktail party Saturday night, confirmation class, presentation of Bibles to the confirmation class, Polo game, snapping some photos for a friend, and of course Youth Night at church (because driving less than 4 hours on a Sunday would be just too relaxing).
I have to say… this guy makes me proud. We were asked to speak at the Ronald McDonald Stone Crab Festival (an event which funds 90% of their budget) about our experience using the RMHC family room while at Shand’s Children Hospital. This is a huge event (did I mention the stone crabs are all you can eat?!) which sells out every year with 500+ people in attendance.
Like any good wife, I told them that I didn’t want to make a speech but I happily nominated Mr. Robinson to make it on our behalf. (I’m supportive like that!).
Well, deliver he did when he stood up in front of all those people and spoke from his heart about not just our experience using the facilities, but those who were less fortunate, and how much the RMHC means to those families.
Speaking publicly is not for the weak at heart. Couple that with allowing yourself to be vulnerable with your feelings and heartfelt account and you have the makings for a real man.
Here, there, and yonder’ings:
While I’ve managed to avoid another meal time in Target this week, I’d wager to say this week has been on the upswing.
With that being said, I did find some photos that I neglected to post.
You win some, you loose some.
Confessions of a Tractor Party:
And just like that, another birthday goes by.
John Deere style, of course.
don’t have to try to keep things real around here. That’s why when Raynes dumped over his Cake Shop cake that was sitting atop our dining room table, prior to the party, then stuck his fingers in it… I wasn’t too ashamed to serve it to our guests. Lopsided and all. Because these days, that’s how we seem to roll. Even with the best intentions, lopsided tends to be the norm ’round here.
Happy Birthday, Ray Nay Nayes!
3 years old.
Happy birthday Raynes.
You zipped into the world at 5:16 pm on a Monday, October 17th and have been moving fast ever since.
Raynes, though you are no longer our little Ginger, you are still my most favorite little boy. Can’t imagine how different our lives would be without you there to repeat the same question 6 times in a row, hug me for no particular reason, or point out every tractor within a 1 mile radius. You are sweet in it’s purest form. xo