Sunday, April 19, 2009

Mary Kate's special day

Did she get married?


Nahhhhhhhhh, Lambie wouldn't allow it...even if Jimmer wanted to be her groom today! (Really!)


I had fun helping her get ready!


Holy gifts!

Crucifix necklace

Lots of pictures


Church


As she receives


Fr. Danny...same guy who blessed all her gifts.








Jimmer looks like he's going in for a garter here, doesn't he?

Just helping MK take off her shoes. Sweetness.

See--only shoes.

Released from the bondage of dress shoes and tights.

Free to spin!


More holy gifts.

Gramma gave her a Rosary from the Vatican that was blessed by Pope Benedict!



Lambie was tasty!


Mary Kate, sweet soul, we're thrilled that we were able to help you celebrate your First Holy Communion. A joyous day for us all!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

My brother's escort

Last night was sweet.

After 21-1/2 years, my mom and I were reunited with my brother's Army escort.

As some of you know, on October 7, 1987, my brother Mike died in a car accident while he was in the Army.

This kind man, Greg Ulibarri...


...brought his soldier home.

A difficult job that he did extremely well.

In his entire Army career, it was the only time he served as an escort.

Until last year, we had lost touch with Greg after he returned to Fort Bliss from Mike's funeral. Not that I hadn't tried finding him. Making the search more challenging was that my information had his name misspelled (leaving out an "r" in his last name), and he doesn't live in this country anymore!

Coincidentally, we unknowingly lived only a short distance from each other--not even an hour's drive--for a number of years here in Texas before he moved to Germany.

So, we met his lovely wife, Ann, and hugged and visited.


After the kids found out that Mr. Ulibarri had been a wrestler, they begged some tips on holds (e.g. half nelson) and learned some rules. Then, of course, they had to display their new-found moves.



Then the kids presented some pictures they drew for our friends to have.


My Mikey (named after my brother Mike) showing Mike's escort the pictures of Army vehicles he drew for him. *Sniff*


After a wonderfully warm visit and lots of laughing (and eating), we had come to realize what we had already guessed. Greg is an amazingly compassionate, thoughtful, and selfless family man...and always seems to have a fun story and comforting word.


Then we had to say 'goodbye' since they had an early flight back to Germany this morning--but not after some more big hugs...and our kids chasing them in their car down to the end of the block! (Who needs dogs when you have kids like ours?)


You know how some people are so warm, you think you've known them all your life and could consider them extended family? That's Greg and Ann.


Thank you again, Greg, for bringing your soldier--our brother, son, and uncle--back home for his final rest.

Monday, April 13, 2009

More Easter Day


Let the egg wars begin.


This is something Joe and his siblings did with their Easter eggs when they were growing up.


Smash one end of your egg against the end of someone else's. Only one egg will crack.


Checking whose was cracked.


Grand Prize:
The winner smiles with satisfaction before everyone finishes peeling and eating their eggs.

After a hard-boiled egg breakfast and getting ready for the day, we were off (like a herd of turtles) for a nice ride through the countryside...

...where we spotted some actual turtles going for a little dip.


Shortly after we stopped to watch all of the turtles, Kathleen announced that she didn't feel very good.

Diagnosis: candy overconsumption

I'm thinking it didn't help her stomach much to be looking at the turtles crawling around in this gross sludge.


See how pale she was? Mary Kate wasn't looking much better!

(Okay, so unfair. I had my flash on, and MK was also victimized in this one.)

This one is a little better!


Jimmer was so kind to organize the candy from Joe's basket.

He sorted each type of candy and put them into individual eggs.
Then he put tape labels on each egg holding Joe's goodies.

B.J. = black jelly beans
J.B. = jelly beans
M.P. = marshmallow Peeps
M.B. = (malted) milk balls
C.E. = chocolate eggs

Then put them in a couple of zip-lock bags. All to make it "easier" for Dad.


So much for a leisurely ride through the countryside grazing on candy for Joe. He had to fumble around the baggies and work at finding his candy of choice all the while thanking Jimmer for helping him make it easier!