HIStory

Because my husbands family is in the south and John is the youngest of five, the only one of which that moved away, we do not have very many photos of him. These are some I downloaded from Billy's (the middle brother) facebook. This picture is of John and his biggest brother David, the oldest of the five Godsey children. David is one of John's heroes; he is 12 years older than John.

The gentleman in the center is John's Mom's (Peggie) Dad. His last name was Shaw and he was Native American, which is where John gets his Native American heritage.

The boy covering his ears is John's Dad, Billy Ray Godsey.

Billy Ray Godsey again, third from the left in the front row. He was in the Army Air Corps, and fought in Korea and Viet Nam, this picture was taken during the Korean War.

John in front here with his brother Billy on the Left and a friend in the back. This was taken when they lived in New Mexico.

These are John's Grandparents on his Dad's side, the Godseys.  They were sharecroppers in Texas. I am thinking this may be part of the reasons I have such tall sons?

John, Billy, their sister Lisa, and their Dad. John's dad passed away when John was nine years old; this is the most recent photo I have seen of them together.

John and Billy.  John also has a sister named Patty. So it's David, Patty, Lisa, Billy and then John. Just wanted to share a bit of history about my husband and our children's heritage.

beach day

Rilla enjoyed sitting in the shade rather than in the freezing water.

Gabe spent all day riding the waves.

Zach loved the new "boogie board".

Polka dot bikini!

The boys spent about three minutes out of the water to eat as quickly as they could.

Naptime in the shade tent, with knuffle bunny of course!

Zach insists he was just resting his eyes, but he looks sound asleep to me!

To celebrate the beginning of summer vacation (kind of) we took the kids to York Maine today and enjoyed the beach. It was great.

Prom

Katy and her date, Sebastian, who is a very sweet guy.

We went to Katy's friend Nikki's house to take pictures, and that is where the LIMO picked them up!

Beautiful

After much ado, the prom finally arrived. Although not without drama, we made it, and I wanted to share some photos.

Two weeks to go

In less than three weeks my kids will all be done school - Gabe gets out early because his school day is longer, so he actually has more school than the other two, but when he is relaxing at home while Zach and Katy troop off to school I'm sure it won't feel that way. Time is so funny (as I wax poetical in my pajamas with my coffee,right? Rilla is already having her first nap (!) and John's at the gym, big kids are at school - what's not poetic about this!?) - when this school year started we still had Jake living here, we were not sure if we would be having a baby, and we were so nervous about Zach being in school all day. While there have been some difficult things with our children this year it has also been a year of tremendous growth and they seem much older to me. More than a year older. Will next year be the same? I'm not really ready for them to be so grown up; a year from now Katy will be graduating, and the boys will be done 2nd and 3rd grade, with Gabe headed to 4th which is frankly, just too dang old.
John will be almost 41.
I will be 28.

ok. Now I have gone from poetic to plain delusional.

Some Photos from Katy

Nana gave Katy a camera recently and she has gotten quite adept at taking nice photographs.  Here are some samples.

Zach's Discovery

*** Please don't judge. I had a mental breakdown about a week ago, realizing how terrible of a person I am that we were about to have more kittens come into the world. I promise to do better.

After the boys went to bed Katy and I were sitting on the couch trying to fill out online job applications for her soon-to-be summer job when Zachy came out into the living room.
Very excitedly he told us he found kittens under his bed!!!!

We jumped up, and sure enough, he was right.  Duchess is the proud mommy of three little orange kittens. An hour later Zach is still awake, keeping an eye on those little babies.

A very Hairy situation

 Every once in awhile I have a truly terrible idea. Unfortunately one came along a few weeks ago, and on a Saturday afternoon I decided to take John's electric razor to my poor sons.   What prompted this ludicrous idea? you may wonder - at the park that day a little boy had a tick in his hair (horrors!) and it occurred to me that both of my boys sport luxurious heads of hair that would perfectly hide any little critters that may wander in. We got home, and POOF! my inspiration was in full bloom - I'll just shave their heads! Nevermind that I have sworn for eight years that I would NEVER EVER shave their heads. Nevermind that I have never shaved a single solitary head. Nevermind that we don't have a haircutting razor.
What I imagined to be a twenty minute truimph of hair wizardry turned into a four hour ordeal of crying, begging, recharging the razor, trying to speed things up with scizzors, and hair everywhere. Everywhere. After the first swoop on poor Gabe's head I realized the razor was on the lowest setting (i.e. BALD), so I quickly readjusted but until recently there was definitely one two inch path up the right side of his head that was just a little too close.
In the end, I redeemed myself in the boys eyes by saying "Boy, this was a really stupid idea/"

At our house we don't say stupid, so they took great joy in reminding me for days and days that I found myself to be rather stupid, and sadly, I couldn't disagree.