Our Summer Concert Series!

Sweet little Pearland and big ol' Houston both came up with one great idea...free outdoor concerts! We made it to quite a few last summer, but this year we made sure it was a weekend staple. We looked for it to it all week and I mean, really, who wouldn't? What could be better than staying up late to listen to music, eat pizza, dance in the grass, and splash in the splash park? Here are just a few of my favorite pics from our concert fun...

Survivor Mexico Arrives in Pearland!

The LSC was at it again this past weekend, babies and all! For those of you who aren't sure what this LSC talk is all about, I have decided to give you a little back story. We are a group of five very different girls that are also very much the same. Despite our differences, there is such an ease to our friendships and we have seen each other through the good, the bad, and the ugly. Luckily for all of us, it has mostly been the good which means we are usually celebrating something and without a doubt getting into some sort of trouble. Despite all of our busy schedules, different cities, and growing families we have done a good job of getting together at least a couple of times a year to celebrate some life change or just each other. This past weekend was no exception and we definitely had quite a bit to celebrate with Jennifer's recent engagement and our newest addition, Calleigh Joann. I guess now you are also wondering what the name LSC is all about, huh? Well, several years ago we decided it would be fun to have monthly dinner parties. Each party would be hosted by a different girl and the food/theme would be from a different country. Of course, this dinner party group needed a name so hence the "Last Supper Club" was born! Jason and I hosted a Mexican fiesta all those years ago and to spice things up a bit, we came up with an intense game of "Mexican Survivor" to go along with those delicious margaritas. : ) We had everything from a one handed "juevo" toss to pin the tail on the "burro" It was a great night of hilarious memories so when Jen Red requested a sequel for this past weekend, I just didn't have the heart to deny her. Of course, the pressure was definitely on and I decided that we definitely had to go big or not at all. After many Fisher brainstorming sessions, we finally came up with the lineup...the egg toss, the chicken fight, water balloon dodge ball, a pig race, and finishing up with a slip n slide flag grab. After all was said and done, I had two eggs cracked on my head, Danny had a bloody nose, Mary had completely forgotten her bathing suit bottoms, and all of our skin was silky smooth from the enormous amounts of baby oil that was required for the pig race (Jason's brainstorm and a crowd favorite). I think my face still hurts from laughing so hard! Thanks for such a great weekend everybody with a special thanks to all of our sweet babies whose flexible dispositions made it possible for their parents to act like little kids again...

Hands Down the Best DADS Around!

Father's Day brings about a mix of emotions for our family. On the one hand we have so much to celebrate, but on the other it shines a glaring light on the loss of Jason's father. Jason and I are both extremely lucky to have fathers who really loved being dads. They were emotionally available to us, respectful to our mothers, and wonderful role models. One of the many things I love about seeing my dad as a grandfather is that it has become even more clear to me what a loving father he was and continues to be to me. He always pushed me to be my best, but in the most caring of ways. I take great pride in knowing that I make him proud and I absolutely love how our two little guys just love being with their grandad. I can only imagine how much I would miss sharing the boys with him and I know that Jason struggles with this daily. We talk often about how much his dad would have loved being with Jack and Hayes. We laugh about how much fun he would have had aggravating Jackie B and how he would have just loved to love on sweet Hayesebear. I know Jason would give anything to share our boys with him for even just a minute. I cannot imagine how hard it must be for him to not only have lost his father, but also his best friend in so many ways. I tell Jason all the time and I hope he believes me when I say how proud his dad would be of him and the man he has become. He is exactly the kind of father I envisioned for my children. He loves being a dad and that shows in all that he does every single day. The boys are so very blessed to have a father who loves them with all of his might. Jason recently told me that one night when he was reading Jack stories that Jack said out of the blue "Dad, you're my best friend" And even though the offhand comment was made by a very silly (and fickel) two year old little boy, somehow in my heart I doubt a truer statement has ever been spoken.