Can I just say how much I LOOOOVE being a Mommy to two boys? THIS is why:
Okay...and these three little guys have been friends since birth- they are building loads of memories. It all started with my husband and his best friend; they met in high school and are still best buds to this day; and so are their boys! LOVE IT!!!
Jimmys 1st baseball season ever!!!
Brendens' 1st time pitching in a game...
Yep total baseball season is literally in FULL SWING here at the Lapierre house.
OH OH OH!!!!- And look what Shianne brought home from school last week...
Onto another set of super special pictures...
This section can't just be a set of pictures, without a story- only because without the background you couldn't possibally understand what makes them so special.
As a little girl I grew up with the best Papaw a girl could ever dream of. Every little girl needs a Papaw like the Papaw I had growing up; and still have as a grown woman with children of my own. My Papaw is my Mothers' Father; and he is OH SO SPECIAL!
I could feel the heat of the day as a child, (my sister and I grew up in the desert)
I had a Papaw that loves ice cream- and ADORES his grandchildren. He is a very small town kind of guy- one of those I loved and still love to watch spark a conversation with literally ANYONE! He has that skill of making people laugh- and sometimes saying things that could shock someone- It's always been the way he is-and it is something that always makes me chuckle. Oh words cannot describe how special this man is in my life.
Anyway back to the ice cream story- as kids he always took us to Thrifty's (now Rite-Aid) to buy us a scoop of the best ice cream there is- there we would sit out front on the curb and feel the ice cream slowly melt and trickle down our little elbows; there we would sit and talk to him- he would tell us all about how cheap a scoop of ice cream was when he was a kid- I loved listening to him; even if he didn't think so. I loved when people would walk by and he would talk to them- everyone seemed to know my Papaw; and I loved watching him talk to others.
By the end of our little ice cream adventures (they happened ALL THE TIME) I was usually COVERED in ice cream!!! My sister not so much; he never made a big deal out of it- then he'd take us to the park where you could just imagine that sticky melted ice cream mixed with dirt- hahahaha. He TOTALLY let us be kids- and I loved that about him.
Now that I'm all grown up; married and have kids of my own- I don't live so close anymore- but he still makes time to come up to visit and bring an ice cream delivery our way. He even sends us money in the mail to get some treats for those kiddos from him and my Grandma (we call her Gi-Gi)and she's a whole other special story! So this is what we did after the last treat delivery:
The kids came home with sticky fingers- even sticky shoes- and got on their bikes and got their handlebars sticky- I, like my Papaw- Let them be kids--- I didn't make them wash their hands until I noticed a bee chasing Brenden- hahaha.
See!!! I told you my Papaw is special!