A Night of "Firsts"

Homecoming 2009 brought Mckena's first:

*day date - they went to the zoo

*group date - group of 20!

*boutonniere pin on - no injuries

*corsage - it was beautiful

*school dance

*time with an extended curfew

But not the first time for:

*making mom and dad beam with pride

*causing us to shed a tear wondering where the time has gone

*Mckena excited to celebrate life!

The Answer is..

Mckena decorated Ramon's car today while he was at lunch with his family. She decked it out with everything pink. From crepe paper, balloons, bows, flowers, curling ribbon, to rose petals. Then wrote "I am tickled pink to go with you" on the front windshield, and "yes" on the back!

"SWEET 16"

....and never been kissed! (whew, good job sis)
Tuesday the birthday girl became eligible for dating, and was asked to Homecoming. Fun times! She is so excited to go, but her parents on the other hand are having a hard time letting go. I know I have said this before, but I just can't believe my little Kena boo is 16! At least she is not eligible for driving yet. She couldn't take Drivers Ed over the summer because of Dance Line, so she will not be driving "officially" until January. Which is fine by me.

I took two of her friends and her to lunch on her special day.


and then she came home to her room decorated with little plastic army men....EVERYWHERE! With the poster that said, "It would take an army to stop me from asking you to homecoming"

Clever and cute! Now we put our creative caps on about how to answer.
We are proud of Mckena, she truly fits the SWEET 16 title. Love you Kena girl :)

Labor Day Fun

A good football game + good food + good company = Labor Day breakfast with the Franklin Clan!

Picking My Battles

So here it is. The new "do" for TJ! Shayla's look on her face is about how I feel. What are you doing with your hair?

Mckena was the beautician of this masterpiece, and he could not be more thrilled with it. It is just what he wanted. "Why ?"you may ask. Who knows, it's TJ just trying to make a statement.

Part of me loves that he does not care what other people think, as long as he channels that to good things. (Not that this is all that bad, but I'm just sayin'.) The other part of me wishes he cared a little what other people think, then he might not look like a bird flew SPLAT onto his head!

I keep telling myself.. there are worst thing he could be doing to his body.. this is only hair and hopefully just a phase. Breathe, let it go. This is a battle I will surrender.