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Month: July 2009

Let Him Eat Cake!

Let Him Eat Cake!

LOL has taken on a new meaning in our house today. It stands for Loads of Laundry. Or Lots of Loads. Lots and lots of loads.But we’re just glad we have lots of loads to wash. When we pulled out of camp on our way to Houston we did so without a stitch of Savannah’s stuff. We had her trunk and THANKFULLY, when she asked for something out of it, Bill stopped to get it and realized the trunk was…

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Martha Stewart I am not…

Martha Stewart I am not…

After a frenzy of crafting fury last weekend, we loaded up 3 trunks and took the girls to camp. And I’m not kidding about the fury part. I mean seriously…which over-achieving mom first decided….”Hey kids! Let’s paint your camp trunk.” Because I’ve seen some trunks that looked like they involved the likes of Michelangelo or Picasso. So I did what I generally tend to do in stressful situations such as this and took a deep breath and sent Bill to…

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Darla Stories – Camp Edition

Darla Stories – Camp Edition

Seeing how I’ve been talking about family camp and our 3 girls are at Kid Camp in Tyler this week, I thought it would be a good opportunity to tell you a few Darla Stories, Camp Edition. In other words…a few things I’ve done that have really embarrassed my kids. For starters, when you arrive at Family Camp or Kid Camp, the counselors are lined up and cheer as you drive in the camp. They jump up and down in…

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I guess this is where she got it…

I guess this is where she got it…

As I mentioned yesterday, Caroline caught a calf in her first rodeo. Totally blew me away. I mean, I knew what she looked like on a horse: I knew Jacob could ride too: I knew we’d had some cowboy vittles: And even taken a mighty fun hayride: But what I didn’t know was that Bill would take a turn: And before I knew it this happened: And that, my friends, is a mighty fine cowboy. Oh yes it is. And…

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I had to see it to believe it.

I had to see it to believe it.

I would have bet just about everything I own on the fact that my 13 year old daughter…the very daughter who loves to say things like “can we go shopping?”or “can we go to New York City?”, the same daughter that thinks she’s an authority on high fashion…wouldn’t go out and try to wrangle a calf. But at family camp … well she did just that. She braided her hair and attached some gingham ribbons…and then she did this: She…

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Yes, I said Pickleball…

Yes, I said Pickleball…

I mentioned that we spent a week at Pine Cove Crier Creek Family Camp. There will be more on that later, but I have to tell you about one of my absolute favorite things to do at Family Camp. Pickleball. Pickleball is like tennis played with a wiffle ball on a smaller court. A cross between tennis and ping pong some say. I LOVE it. It’s like an obsession. I want to play it all the time. Except that the…

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The most exciting 18 seconds in Baerg family summer sports

The most exciting 18 seconds in Baerg family summer sports

A little over a week ago we packed our Suburban for family camp. Before we left town we had to make a stop at the University of Houston. There was one little detail Brittany wanted to wrap up before finishing up the swim team season. She had been invited to swim in the Meet of Champs. 3 swimmers from each age division/stroke on the neighborhood teams are invited to come compete against the best of the best from other area…

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It’s beginning to look a lot like summer…

It’s beginning to look a lot like summer…

Seriously. This is the first time since school was out that we will have all spent an entire week in Houston. 7 consecutive days we are home. We got back on Saturday (the 4th) from Family Camp and leave this Sunday for Tyler to drop the girls off for a week at Pine Cove Camp.It’s not like we’re just sitting around this week…Caroline participated in a 3 day church middle school Houston mission project. She helped with some backyard Bible…

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Before, During and After

Before, During and After

I know, I know!!! I said I wasn’t mentioning Italy again…I accidentally misrepresented the truth. But here’s the deal…it wasn’t on purpose. My very computer literate cousin (whom I’ve told you about before and who has solved many a technical problem for me), flipped this picture I loved so much:so that now it really is a before, during and after shot. See… I LOVE IT! (and I have no idea why it’s posting a little smaller than the other pic…I…

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I’ll never mention this trip again.

I’ll never mention this trip again.

At least I’ll try not to, because I know you are sick of hearing about it. What with all the flower box posts and all!But unlike the movie, you can’t FORGET PARIS! And to paraphrase a line from Billy Crystal in that movie …”how can you forget one of the best days of your life?”And it was. I love Paris.I love, love, love, love, love it. I had been once before, but not with Bill. And well, we really loved…

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