All about Luke.

Luke and Marie helping me get the rugs to shake out.  Really, I complain about this dog?  Poor thing.  

The sour cream container contains homemade ice cream, so it's not as gross as it could be.  Luke made himself an ice cream, milk, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, and popcorn... thing.  And ate 2/3 of it.  Obviously, when he was done, I threw it away.  He came back about an hour later and said "hey, where's my popcorn ice cream?  I was going to eat that?"

And then, as in the above picture, I was again gone and this "diaper party" occurred.  Puzzles, blocks, dolls, small magentic pieces, >40 books, all the clothes and blankets from the closet, all the clothes from the hamper, dress up things, etc were dumped into the center of the room.  They missed one thing; the dresser in the corner.  They did help clean it up... only took slightly over an hour. 

And somehow he has made it to 4 years old!  (Bison horns, of course.)

How great is this cake?  Bison Hotwheels was his theme he decided.  I told the cake lady and this is what she created.  Love it!

Grrrr.  I forgot to do the group picture on the couch. He had so much fun and loved all his presents.  

Surprise, surprise that the last 2 kids eating would be Hansons....and that hand at the bottom is a Hanson also, but she came in late. 

No snow, no crib.

I have had a crib in my house since I've had a house.  This is a scene I've watched many times, but usually getting ready for another baby and moving rooms.  This moment was like the first day of kindergarten for me.  I was crying like a baby!

I can remember a time in my life with no crib.  But, I can't remember a January in my life with no snow?

Although, if the snow has to come, this is a pretty cool sunrise to see with the ice skating rink of my neighbors.  We are all wondering if he'd get to fill it this year?

National Champions: Bison 2011

We were in Frisco 36 hours.  Who knew so much fun could be packed into such a small amount of time?  I also have to admit, it is very fun to be making an entire post about ME, ME, ME and the fun I had and not the kids (thanks Grandma Tree!)  Was I in a coma for 7 years?  We partied hard at Sambuca 360 the first night.  Saw tons of people from NDSU that I hadn't seen since I graduated in 1999.  This is Jamie Evans, a friend from Hankinson.  Jamie and her husband, Jason, drove to Frisco from Valley City. 

Then off to tailgating by 8:30am.  According to Chris we were much too late.  This is standing on one end looking down at all the Bison Tailgaters...at 9 in the morning. 

It was COLD!  Only colder tailgating I attended was Georgia Southern, and they were very similar temps.  The day before was a high of 71 in Texas; this day was 51.  The boys made so much fun of Jamie and I for the 3 layers I have on and her mittens.  They were just jealous.  

Chris peeing on a truck with everyone in the bus next to him knocking on the window.  This is not the last time of the weekend I would refer to him as "Luke." 

The people who didn't want to pee on cars or stand in line freezing to wait for porta-potties went to this bar and stood in line.  Smack talk with Sam Houstoners was getting started.  Luckily, everywhere you went there were way more Bison fans that had your back. 

Walking in to the stadium.  The crowd was pretty quiet on the march in.  Nerves started to kick in I think.  

View from our seats.  

Sam.  It was Bison fans in front of us and then one more row of Bison behind us.  The rest of the rows up were Sam Houston fans.  Chris and Sam talked smack like they had waited their entire life to be that vulgar.  Not words any children should hear.  Perhaps thats why the people with a 5 year old little girl left at the half.  I was so nervous about sitting near their fans.  However, since we came out on the winning end of this, it was actually awesome!  Their fans were bascially quiet the entire 4th quarter.  We all shook hands in the end. 

Trophy presentation down on the field.  Brock Jensen.  

Chris cried.  Yep.  I'm telling everyone.  

I thought there was no way I was going to make it out another night after drinking all day.  We went and took a 20 minute nap and went to dinner.  

We headed to the shops in Legacy where all the partying occurred near the hotels and stadium.  

We headed here for dinner. Authentic Mexican food that was delicious.  However, not everything is bigger in Texas.  We each could've eaten 2 plates full of food.  Instead, we just drank more.  I also had the most embarrassing name aphasia happen to me here.  Not embarrassing like Marie shitting in a pool or anything, but pretty embarrassing.  I couldn't remember this lady's first name I saw here.  So, I thought I'd be all fancy and call her Mrs. Last Name.  I went up to her and chatted her up because I know her so well; we've tailgated together 3 times now.  I had made a new friend!  Introduced her to my friends....as Mrs. Last name because I couldn't remember her first.....WRONG last name.  I had no idea who she was married to.  Guess I didn't make a new friend.  I'll be tailgating alone next year. 

Then hit up the Ringo Pub, entirely filled with Bison fans singing cheers together.  At one point, a Sam Houston guy walked in.  Poor bastard.  

#93, Cole Jirik's dad.  They had these great shirts.  

So, I did manage to get a 2nd wind... and a 3rd... and a 4th.  We danced and partied all night.  I had another horribly embarrasing name mix-up that I can't even mention on here because everyone would know who I'm talking about from a local celebrity and.... I'll just blame it on the booze.  Some unknown girl came up to Chris and said "I'd better not hear about what a fun-hater your wife is on the air anymore because I can see that's not true."  HA!!!!

The Syllings must bring this out in me because I haven't danced like this since the Hankinson street dance this past summer with these two.  



So, I'm sure the players were sore.  But, Chris couldn't stop whining about this scrape, that got all swollen and puffy on the way home, from when I gently guided (he says I pushed) him down from standing on his seat and stopped the lady a few rows up who was yelling vulgarities at him.  Funny thing, Jason had a matching scrape on his shin from a little over-zealous celebrating on the touchdown after the interception. 

And, just to continue with the hilarities, we return the car and the guy asks Chris "was this on the vehicle when you picked it up?"  Can't believe Chris didn't say yes and launch into some sarcastic monologue, but I think his voice was too far gone like the rest of us.  He just showed the guy how it wiped off.