365 RANDOM DAYS of TEAM ZYBKO

DAY # 173

JUNE 29th, 2012

THE DREXEL DIET

Hi my name Drexel and I recently lost 9 pant sizes.

How did I do it you ask?

Well, I play outside, swim and ride my bike a lot. Almost 24 hours a day, I barely sit still at all. Water is my drink of choice and I only eat til I am content, not stuffed full. I usually give my mommy my slice of birthday cake when I go to parties. I know she loves that about me. In fact I don't really like the taste of sugar at all. Trying new and different foods is the best. So exciting! Who knows when you might discover a new healthy choice. Even though I am only seven I would rather have fruits and veggies over chips and fries. My parents even allow me an extra plate at dinner just for

the good for you stuff. Oh and hold the salt please it ruins the natural yumminess. One more thing, bread is pretty much overated. That is all.  

Who's kid is this?

If it weren't for your slightly off the charts Zybko head

and big brown eyes I might have a blood test ordered.

Jerry Springer style.

 

365 RANDOM DAYS OF TEAM ZYBKO

DAY #172

JUNE 29th, 2012

HOME MADE PHOTO SHOOT

Diane, favorite child and oldest of the clan.

Happy 20th Birthday!

Your very own special birthday post to come. I promise. I'm just not feeling very mushy right now. And plus, spell check isn't working exactly right and I'm a little nervous to use big words. The old school dictionary already packed away ya know. So unless you dress up in a used tye-died pillow case turned into home school fashion runway dress........

the post of the day goes to one of your favorite little sisters.

Pillow case and pearls

Perhaps a redesign of the armpit area is in order.

Fancy bows

Forced smiles

Great job photographer Delaney

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DAY #170

JUNE 29th, 2012

FLASH BACK FRIDAY

It looks as if I used to cut my own bangs back in 1990 as well.

 

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DAY #169

JUNE 27th,  2012

 T MINUS 3 DAYS

MINNESOTA OR BUST

June 2012. Already the end of the month. We have been out of school for almost a month now. These days are long and equally enjoyable. Squeezing in last minute late night fun and packing clothes, games and school supplies through cloudy eyes. Busy, busy busy tying up loose ends before Saturday. It's a little difficult to concentrate at the task at hand. My old sleepy eyes are like unpredictable, unstoppable water fountains.

Happy, sad, excited, sad again, nostalgic, stressed, happy again and wait a minute...sad again. Being a girl has left me drained and craving sweets more than ever. Whew, being an emotional roller coaster is as exhausting as runing a half marathon with a kid strapped to your back. Shoot, that has proved easier to me and others around me than being a crazy nut with mixed feelings showing all over my face. I really thought I was done being a big fat baby about the whole moving thing but I guess I was wrong. Or maybe I was ok with it until the lastest curve ball was thrown our way.

Plan was.... stay through summer.

Alright.

Cool.

Three more months for the house to sell, teach at the gym and of course I was thrilled for the little ones. The kids could spend the hottest days of the year jumping in and out of the pool with their besties, stopping only long enough for some sticky kinda snack or ice cream treat. Carefree, activity loaded days to report to out of town family members via this blog and the instant world of

 Face Book. 

A album clearly labeled

LAST DAYS IN FLORENCE TIME

Some would say this is simply prolonging the inevitable, like pulling off the bandaid super slow. I wasn't looking at it that way as I sharpied in extra classes at the gym, playdates and new story times on the fridge calendar. I was going with it. Living the Florence dream, one square at a time. Life was to resume and carry on as originally planned.

Baby Daddy's work plans changed and changed quickly. Recieving a call from Charlotte on Friday he was to report to Minnesota the following Tuesday for up to 6 months.

I'm sorry honey, did I hear you right?

Yes babe, in four days I will flying over the beautiful Great Lakes. The good news is the family gets to come with me.

Deep yoga like inhale as I quickly do some elementary research in the deep dark fourth grade corner of my brain. Whoa, was I absent that day? How far west is Minnesota? How high up? And most importantly to this southern girl who actually tolerates 100 degree temperatures and 8 billion percet humidity way better than being cold. And when I say cold, I mean I was at the park the other morning in my standard soccer mom uniform. Shelf bra tank, shorts and my trusty brown Rainbows. I had goose bumps as I pushed La La in the baby swing. Too lazy to go to the van for my back up sweatshirt I check my phone weather app instead.

Only 72 degrees. No wonder I'm cold.

Like I said I'm in a for a little eye opener to what cold really is.

BD has been and back already. During his 2 week initial stay he reports back to us that the place is beautiful. So much for you and the kids to do and the people....yes, sweatheart as nice as South Carolina peeps. Maybe just maybe he could read a lack of true excitement in my texting voice. I sigh in between sending any new messages. Thinking about it all. All the changes, the bandaid now being ripped off way faster than I thought it would be. A few seconds later the counter vibrates and the screen lights up and so does my face. I smile as I read the next text and enlarge the instantly sent picture with my thumb and index finger.

They have a Starbucks in the local Target.

Only a 20 minute scenic drive.

Right next to the Dairy Queen. 

I love that man, so put down my phone and start packing.

Homeschool stuff shoved into my favorite stackable sturdy bins. They have been in the family for years. The bins originally bought close to 20 years ago. The bins were first used to hold a make shift changing table. After that rows of oraganized can goods in our pantry. Then shoes in a crowded closet. Puzzles and games for a short time and last stop before a few days ago, soccer gear in the garage.

If these bins can switch purposes and loctations, so can I.

Anyway, haven't you ever heard that sayin'?

Home is where your rubbermaid containers are.    

365 Random Days of Team Zybko

Day #165

June 26th,2012

Cheesy Sacos

Even though it's only 7:43am I open the fridge and pull out the glass container of dinner leftovers.

I happened to really like the thrown together, last minute very inexpensive meal.

The kids? Not so much.

Lets just say even Dylan thought it was a stretch and he eats anything. I would call the meal an

 EPIC FAIL

but I have kindly been informed by the cool police that this phrase went out not long after.....

Yo, you da bomb.

I do realize to feel younger I must keep up with the times so I say...

Ok, dude. I gottcha yo back.  I'm down wit dat bra.

This new gansta lingo is so flippin' coolio.

Mom, please stop, your making it worse.

  

Oh wait, I'm not done....

WORD TO YA MUV-AH!

Tor-till-ahs

homemade sketti sauce

pizza cheese

I do have to admit my invention of the Cheesy Saco does resemble a very uneatable looking cow pie. As if some cow pies are in fact eatable. I have a serious issue with wasting food so I throw it on a plate and push the microwave buttons for 35 seconds. I need to get rid of it today before it dies a slow death on the middle shelf.

I pour a cup of coffee and wait for the magical beeping sound.

Just for the record the Cheesy Saco Cow Pie tastes wonderful with my morning cup of Joe.

If I was hip enough I would get a Pinterest account just to post this recipe. Is that what you do there? Post things? Follow people?

Aye aye aye....perhaps I will never be part of the cool club.

#soccermomsunite 

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Day # 164

Underwear

 Swimming at Night

and

Water Proof Phone Cases

June 25th, 2012

It's super late as we walk through the back door at 9:30 pm.

The pool looks so inviting and

seems to somehow talk to the kids.

Come swim.

Come swim.

Come swim.

Ask your mom, the resort like clear still water says.

 She may even say yes. It is summer time after all.

MOM....MOM...MOM?

Can we please? 

Guys, it's past your bedtime already.

You all would only have like 15 minutes.

OK...can we go in our underwear? 

We don't want to waste anytime changing into suits.

Sure.

Delilah jumps up and down shouting

I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO GO SWIMMING IN MY UNDERWEAR. WHOO HOO! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER. CAN WE GO NOW? CAN WE GO OUT MOM? DO WE NEED SUNSCREEN?

 Roughly 3 seconds after I unlock the sliding glass door this half naked 4 year wastes very little time and jumps in. Touching the smooth bottom with her small feet and mentally scratching a line off her bucket list.

 Nighttime underwear swimming.....check....Summer 2012

 
 

My usual camera hog child freaks out just

 a little when she spots my Nikon.

Delaney, it's not really a big deal.

Looks just like a swimsuit....really.

The real Delaney resurfaces before long to cheese it up.

Ahhh, I missed her.

Drexel was diggin' the special dark pool dip.He temporarily wasn't himself as he went out of his way to be in all my shots.

No Drexel, you may not take off your under-roos.

But...but...but.

But nothing dude, house rules.

Our new little swimmer acting shy.

I suppose the late swim time has thrown everybody a tidy tad off.

Except for Dylan who makes his entrance onto the pool deck

in his favorite speedo, his waterproof phone case

and a perfect 10 cannonball. 

I did ask his permission before posting this one.

Oh sure mom!

One day his kids will get a really good laugh at it.

Underwater, long hair, speedo wearing kung foo master.

Oh yea, my grand kids are gonna love this one of their dad.

  

Little sister secrets told in 4 feet of water.

Wonder what she could have possibly said.

Underwater tea parties and wrestling caught on video.

That fun-ness is coming off Drexels list for sure.

45 minutes later the mosquito's were

 too much for this mommarazzi.

So much for only 15 minutes.

Time to reign it in,

just a bit later than originally planned.

I loudly call out a 5 minute warning

while the kids heads were clearly above the water.

The new bites and sleepy cranky ones I

will have tomorrow are well worth it.

Can't re-do summer break ya know.  

  

365 Random Days of Team Zybko

Day #163

June 23rd, 2012

God Sent Me A Text

I've really been enjoying my hand me up

Fellowship of Christian Athlete Student Bible
given to me from one of my kids.

Being an 

ATH-AAH-LEET 

I can really relate and understand easily
the metaphors used as examples.
Yea yea yea. 
I get it. God is like the coach.
OK...yes. 
HE knows all his players better than anyone else.
Inside and out, on and off the field. 
Their personalized, gifts and abilities, from head to toe.
HE is in charge.
It's HIS plan.
HE has a way to make it all work.
To win the game.
To glorify HIM.
Sometimes it may be hard to see or understand.
I take that back, for me
 most of the time it's hard to see and understand.
Either way you try your best and do what you are told to do.
Whether you wanna complain, drag your feet or disobey.
You do it cause HE knows
the best way to use you to win the game.. 
 When the coach asks you to play goalie
despite your talents or confidence in that position
you suit up and run to the other end of the field. 
Getting a little more nervous with each long stride across the grass.
That's ok, that's normal.
 Breathe, breath, breath.
 You CAN do this.
You can totally do this.
With a sign of the cross a deep inhale and a quick glance towards the heavens you immediately stand a little taller.
HE won't leave me.
HE is with me every step of the way.
No more worries as you remember a responsible coach, a coach you sincerely trust wants you to do well.
Always. 
HE would never put you in a place you wouldn't be able to make a difference or succeed. 
You may fumble a little with the new to you
slightly awkward equipment.
Again, normal, yes but your attitude remains positive always.

Smiling from with in as you know you are doing your part for the team and your coach. 

One hot day last week I check the kids into the MACK
(McLeod Activities Center for Kids) at the gym.
An awesome area they can play with their friends with even more awesomer workers to coordinate, well duh....activities. Over the years Team Zybko has gotten quite attached to these peeps in charge. Some becoming super close friends, part of the family actually. Any who, I was craving some mom quiet time. Not the kind you get when teaching a zumba class, hiding in the laundry room to eat a private dessert or the 38 seconds behind a locked bathroom door. Real quiet time I mean. Time with my Bible a comfortable chair and HIS love. Just me and my GOD. I sign them in at the desk or maybe not, sometimes I forget that step as I'm dumping snacks, water bottles and squeaking out in a hurry to leave.

Thanks you guys for picking up my slack
 and loving my kids like you do. 
I have multiple secret spots in the gym I go to be alone. Little pieces of peaceful real estate to be informally rented for an hour or so. My private slice of heaven to get away from it all. Some with cozy chairs and nice lighting but my favorite nooks and crannies consist of practical industrial carpet, dim lighting and a simply painted wall to prop up my old back.
Like a Navy Seal I slip out of the MACK before a kid can hang on to my leg, whine or fuss I packed the wrong kinda peanut butter crackers. My legs move quickly to complete the first step of the mission. My black cotton black yoga pants already feel warm and clingy, my legs are moving fast. This part of the plan can be the hardest. The glass windowed door shuts behind me and freedom officially begins. Whoo hoo. I'm outta here sista.
I look at my watch, the time starts now.
Favorite Indoor Spot # 1.....meeting in session.
Favorite Indoor Spot #2.....class going on.
Favorite indoor Spot # 3.....being cleaned.

Not discouraged yet.
I will just have to take advantage of an outside favorite spot. 
My re-used Gatorade bottle has been filled up with fresh ice cold water fountain water. I can outside. Ya take what you can get. Plus it's only lunch time in South Carolina in the of middle of June.
How hot could it be if I score a little shade up under a tree?

Taking a short cut through the pool to the back door was perhaps a mistake. It's packed, swim team practice in session, familiar parents chillin around the stuffy pool area, waiting on the time to pass. While I am in fact an extrovert and social butterfly my own time was ticking.
T minus 58 minutes.
I'm not really in the mood to chit chat but it's in the blood so I stop my Nikes on the slippery deck. I smile as I'm sidetracked with summer time small talk and well known friendly faces. Inching past the 3 feet at a snails pace I have a visual of the outside. I'm almost there. The 4 feet and deep end equal more happy
 old man weather talk. 
Yep, yep I heard that too....suppose to get up to a hundred today. Whew. I think rain tomorrow though, that's good.
Ya know we need it.

I check my sports watch as I push the foggy heavy door out to the back patio. Drats, I lost 11 and half minutes out of my hour. 
4 seconds later I realize favorite outside spot #1 is overrun with summer camp kids eating lunch.

Miss Victoria! Miss Victoria! Miss Victoria!

I smile through my desperation to just sit, eat my now mushed up packed granola bar and get lost in my own thoughts. These are the same kids I've had the privilege of teaching summer camp mini zumba classes to. Excited sweaty happy faces are hard to resist. Stopping to goof off a few minutes is a treat although I do struggle to remember all their names. Nick names will do, they don't know or offended that
 "Hey,dude!" 
actually translated in soccer mom means
"Hey, I don't really remember your name guy even though I've seen you 2 million times at the MACK over the past 3 or 4 years."

      
 No worries I will scoot around the corner, zen out and feel as good as new in the 44 minutes I have left til the MACK closes. Getting situated in the metal patio chair and flipping to 2 Samuel. Thrilled to find out more about this King David guy, whoa he was cool a dude, a bit bad but quite the warrior. After reading a few verses I'm easily distracted. Young playful voices and a strange swarm of  natty no see em bug flying around and sticking to my already sweaty face. I reach down for my water bottle for a refreshing let's get concentrated swig only to discover it's not there. Oh right, I set it on a counter way back at the MACK when I bent down to get some wood chips out of  LaLa's shoes. I grab my phone out of my bag and envision catching up on some emails and texts. 
  
Just then another age group of summer camp kids come through a back door led by one of the counselors.
Not just any counselor but Bri Bri. One of the workers at the gym that have become way more a family member than just a girl with a McLeod badge clipped to her purple shirt. She notices my Bible resting on my lap, looks down at her hand and gives me chapter/verse to look up.
Her verse of the day clearly sharpied on her hand to get her through her day. I get back in the game and forget about my stupid IPhone and all the diversions it holds in the palm of my hand. 
I look it up right away keeping my page on 2 Samuel with my left hand. I read the short verse a few times,
 it's in the book of John which is all such good stuff.
The words don't jump off the page to me but
they must mean something to her.
I make a mental note ask her about it's importance later.
My left hand flips back to my spot, page 319 chapter 22.
A prayer or song written by King David. I dive in forgetting all the other distractions in my little bubble. Like the water
 I have forgotten at the other side of this big building
 the words are refreshing.
HIS words.
Satisfying my spiritual thirst and good to the last drop. Tastes more like a Diet Dr. Pepper in a Styrofoam cup over crushed ice. Oh yea, that good. Nice I keep thinking to myself as these words seem to have been written for my eyes only.
Verse 31, I read and re-read over and over again.

As for God, his way is perfect;

the word of the LORD is flawless.

He is a shield for all who take refuge in him.

Three lines written for me. GOD love notes are the best. I keep starring at the page. I close my eyes and recite the 25 words again  trying my hardest for it take a special corner of my memory bank and my heart. I take big gulps of this stuff and chew with my mouth full. I've been wondering what set of verses or chapter to start memorizing for a super summer challenge.
25 words, yea I can get around to that.
Sure, ok, good. It's settled. 
The lazy part of me says good, that's good enough.
Wait, wait wait good enough is not the team I want to play for. 
God doesn't want good enough.
He wants way more than that. I should probably memorize ALL 51 verses, the entire chapter.
No way, that will be too hard. I don't have time for that.
HE says it again.
ALL of chapter 22.
Really God?  
You know I have a lot going on right now.
How am I going to do that? I talk and plead with HIM.
I look back down at the page, my eyes now overwhelmed by amount of letters pushed together, forming way too many words.
  HE repeats himself for the 100th time.

Memorize all of chapter 22.
 Get some of your team mates and challenge them as well.
Iron sharpens iron you know.

Yes Lord, I have heard that somewhere before.
Hey Victoria...one more thing. 
I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.

Thanks coach.

I take a big huff, sigh and slink down a little in the hard patio chair.

51 verses....no way. 

Still not convinced I heard HIM right I take a break and start nibbling on my strawberry Nutrigrain bar. I flip over my phone which has been resting quietly on my leg. I swipe the the bottom of the screen and wipe my forehead with the same hand. Man it's hot out here. Bri has sent me a text. Another verse to look up. I love treasure hunting and flipping pages in word. You never know what gem you may find or be led to.

PSALM 18:30  

No need for a rubber thumb or a nasty lick of the finger to get to the right page. I tell myself I'm done with quiet time after I read Psalm 80:30. High noon is way too hot, even in the shade. I'm ready for real food and an actual Diet Dr. Pepper. Sonic is on the way home and my change compartment in the van is filled with nickels and dimes looking for a good home.

PSALM 80:30 reads

As for God, his way is perfect.

the word of the Lord is flawless.

He is a shield for all who take refuge in him.

My mouth drops to my chest wide open. I'm pretty sure I've been PUNKED or just been filmed on a modern CANDID CAMERA.

 I look around for a host guy with a wireless microphone to come jumping out of the bushes.

What in the world?

Of all the pages in my Bible you are gonna tell me Bri sent me to the exact same 25 words I had already been reading. She was busy with the kids as she walk by and the #'s and letters would have been up side down anyhow. No way. That's impossible.

I look up on my smart phone.

How many verses are in the Bible?

Over 31,000!

 

So there you have it. God sent me a text message. Using one of his angels of course. Cause HE can send us a message anyway HE would like. I was being stubborn and not listening. HE knew I'd check my phone as we all do looking for messages. Still amazed I push the small screen and log on to my Face Book account. Maybe just maybe I will have a red #1 notification symbol that GOD has written on my wall.

Wouldn't that be cool.   

365 RANDOM DAYS OF TEAM ZYBKO

DAY # 162

JUNE 22, 2012

 FLASH BACK FRIDAY

DECEMBER 2007

CUTTIN' OUR CHRISTMAS TREE

I'm pretty sure this measuring stick

was used as a javelin at some point during the trip.

  

Me and the prison van both are

younger, shinier and less dirty in 2007!

Dylan....well, just being Dylan.

1...2...3...push!

Team work

Christmas Card 2007

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Day #161

June 20th, 2012

Our 6 Stooges :)

THE 3 GROWN STOOGES

THE 3 PRE STOOGES

365 Random Days of Team Zybko

Day #160

June 19th, 2012

Teenage Pool Party

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DAY # 159

JUNE 18th, 2012

IF YOU HAVE THE CHOICE TO SIT IT OUT OR DANCE

I HOPE YOU DANCE.

Do you remember that old country song by Lee Ann Womack?

 I HOPE YOU DANCE

I guess it technically was country but not really really country, if you know what I mean. No one lost a woman, crashed a truck or had a few too many cold ones. Just sweet and sing alongable.  I loved it when it came out and still do. The message is nice, reminding you to make the most of every day, every opportunity every chance to enjoy life. Not from the outside looking in but actually in it. Life is a dance ya' know. Oh wait that is a totally different old country song. That's a good one too, can't remember who sings that though.

 I suppose it was about ten years ago now. The whole family would sing the chorus at the top of our lungs, each time it circled back around in the lyrics.

I HOPE YOU DANCE!

Day beach trips back then were a given every weekend. Rain, sleet or shine. Baby Daddy sometimes choosing the long scenic route to actually lengthen our trip and and pretend to be lost. It was always a little entertaining to see a slight panic in the kids eyes which quickly turned to a look of excitement. Those little freaks love a good challenge and adventure, not sure where they get it from. These adventures make really good memories and stories. Plus, at this point even a new home schooling mom has to laugh at the impromptu navigation lesson using a map. Seems a bit ridiculous and unnecessary at this point. I'm talking a big ole paper map that is, smart phones were still just a vision. Lala wouldn't know what a neatly folded up road map looked like if it hit her in the head. I gotta give her some props though, she does hold the family high score in Jet Pack Joyride. That's my girl.

Lost or not, not a problem.

 It didn't matter how long it took us really, we were simply Dancing    

Hands up, warm sunshine and fast wind in our face. Cruising down the back roads, top down, riding in style. A red 5 passenger sport scar convertible. 3 kids and 1 prison van ago.

 I HOPE YOU DANCE

Our favorite hit of the month set on repeat in the fancy CD player. No IPOD auxiliary cord to get tangled or misplaced. A simple push of a tiny button. Track #4. Over and over again. We all knew every word. On a timeline it was years ago but in my mind I have only flipped a page. Ten years = one page. Seems impossible and makes my brain hurt that days, months and years can flip away at that rate.

 Those days of 

Dancing

 have a special place in my heart and my memory bank.

The baby of the family will be five years old at the end of this long hot South Carolina summer. That pregnancy is impossible to forget. Record temperatures created sweat in newly created overeating rolls. Unexpected family health issues and of course month #8 when the 2 year old at the time broke his leg. Carrying the big headed toddler everywhere until he got used to his full leg cast.

No more babies since then. Team Zybko have reached a milestone and a new era. An interesting zone to this momma. A place in motherhood some would say easier.

No diapers

No sippy cups

No help needed buckling up.

Everyone can swim, dress and feed themselves.

Climbing up the soccer bleacher steps no one needs a mom spotter.

Hhhhmmmm

What do I do with this new mom freedom and time?

Not really sure I'm comfortable here.

I'm sure I look awkward to others

as I certainly feel like a fish out of water inside.

Standing around at the park and watching as the kids run around and play happily. No new walker to hover over and make sure they don't eat the sand. Sitting causally on the side of the pool and watching instead of holding a slippery fat splashy one year old. Watching and taking pictures of the game cause now my other hand isn't being used to cover up a nursing baby and boob.

This new place gives me choices

Choice that are usually made for me.

Choices I haven't had to make in gazillion years.

Do I watch or dance?

I have to admit, lately I've been somewhat of a lazy dancer.

I've chosen more times than I would like to admit to be a watcher not a dancer with my kids. It happens fast. It's easy to fall off the ALL IN IT wagon to....

Oh you go ahead I will catch the next one.

Do I deserve to relax a little?

Sure.

Is it OK not to be Julie the cruise director 

every minute of the day?

Sure.

Is it fine to actually take a break?

Sure.

Is it easy to blame old creaky knees on not participating?

Oh, yea.

Do I already dance more than other moms?

Maybe.

 But I'm not really into comparing.

This is my standard. No one elses.

WATCH or DANCE

WATCH or DANCE

WATCH or DANCE 

This girl is done watching.

Time to dust off my fun mom dancing shoes and get in the action.

Let's DANCE!

These pictures are not great. Of me that is. Old lady granny panties in full view. Mascara smeared over my tired face. Messy hair and retired pregnancy veins I'm not sure how to erase on the computer.

That's alright. When you are in the moment, living and dancing at full speed. Just not important. Even if they show up in pictures these minor details are magically erased in my head. Ten minutes of straight up WWF is good for the mind, body and soul. The younger stooges have never experienced my evil twin sister Veronica. I get in character with a serious face and a bad accent. I laugh inside as Delilah cries for her REAL MOMMY to come back. Too bad sister you are going down.

   

I point to my next victim.

Pretend punching, using crazy words and doing things

I never let them do.

I blame it on my alter ego. Genius. 

Evil victory laugh.

Sneak attack by Delaney.

 

Using every part of my body to beat up these little minions.

Double teamed.

No worries. Drexel is impressed I can actually lift  him up.

So unfortunately my rear end looks bigger than I thought it was but the good news is..... My nails polish looks pretty fly.

You wanna piece of me?

 

Oh geez, more weight lifting.

Kids kids kids....mommy needs a breather.

I'm stuck and Lala knows it.

Game over when the 4 year lands on my face.

Let's DANCE again tomorrow, right now it's bedtime!