Memorial weekend.

Lauren's last day of middle school was Thursday. Friday I drove over and picked her up.

She had two requests before she came over.

1. Please have spinach dip.

Check.

2. Can we go to Starkville. And look for a jersey?

Check.

Friday afternoon we made a quick trip to the Books a Million and Old Navy. Then home to make some yummy meatballs for supper. We put them on sub rolls with pizza sauce. 

We watched the movie "Pitch Perfect 3". Then Lauren introduced us to The Office and Parks and Rec. 

She knows all the characters on those shows.

I had volunteer duty at the Farmer's Market Saturday morning and left her and Macho sleeping.

After I got home and grabbed a quick bowl of cereal and cup of coffee we were off to Starkville.

We hit the campus bookstore and found the t-shirt that looked like a jersey. Jerseys are sooooo expensive. I had put a price limit on the shirt. Her birthday is coming up and this would be our present to her. 

Doesn't she look cute in the tank we had purchased at Old Navy on Friday?! 

Macho is sporting his new MSU hat that he bought at the bookstore. 

Showing off the jersey. Um. She is going to be 15 in a couple of weeks. So. 

The jersey is very apropos. Or, spot on. 

Dog statues are all over the campus. 

There have been many Bully mascots over the years. 

We dined at the Bulldog Burger place. Lauren and Macho had the burger. I had the Kale State salad. It was delish. 

A quick trip to the Academy store and we headed home.

Lauren and I concocted some graham cracker toffee for her to take home with her on Sunday. 

We dined on leftovers and watched the movie "Bridge to Terabithia". 

After mass on Sunday we came home and tag-teamed a quiche. We ate that and a salad for an early lunch. Then we drove her home.

It happened to be Tucker's birthday. We wished him a Happy Birthday in delivered his gift in person. We told his birth story, as is our custom. 

Man, he was a gray baby when he was born. Daughter knew right away that something was not right. He wasn't making any noise. 

Within 30 seconds of his arrival it went from 2 nurses and a doctor, to about a dozen people in the room. I am sure there was an alarm button pressed somehow, somewhere that we never heard. They were all so calm and professional. 

The nurses put a resuscitating mask on him and hand pumped it and rubbed him hard. It took multiple tries with the mask to get him to breath.

When his little chest fluttered and he took his first breath I saw his color change from grey to pink in seconds.  

  Then I got shaky and thought, 'what just happened?' 

It was a small miracle. 

Thank you, Lord.

It was indeed a happy birth day.

Shalom.