We are back....

Did you miss the wonderful stories of my amazing family? (Well, as the ghostwriter for my sister and her basketball team, I have been super busy with finishing up my degree and getting ready to start my doctorate soon, so I have a good excuse.)

Let's see...had my youngest sister and her husband finally make the trip with our mom for the weekend. This is a big deal, she suffers from super anxiety like I do, so I applaud her for doing it. It was a fun time, her husband got to meet my husband and they hit it off quickly. They bonded over letting my mom tell them where to place the plants and rock in the garden.

Now you know this can't be a Carr story without someone screaming or hurting themselves, soooooo:
1. K. the little of the littles has my sister running around trying to find a pair a shoes that she can wear outside...but let me tell you something K had already got mud on three pairs and was trying to get over on my sister-YES THERE WAS SCREAMING FROM K, no she did not have her plastic knife or screwdriver with her to attack her auntie for not giving in to her! But she knew what was up, she wasn't about to let a little get over on her. (She has been subbing with littles, so she has figured out how to talk to them.) After the third time wanting to change shoes, she was relegated to either sitting in the house with her auntie or wearing a pair of shoes that were already dirty. IN the end K and my sister and then Z sat in the living room and talked, she even got Z to eat strawberries and kiwi. She sat with K after Z went back outside to help, and just talked with her. (Maybe she is turning into the little kid whisperer.)
2. Took mom and sister to the store, while the men folk grilled. Momma had bought red potatoes and wanted them grilled. She has them wrapped up and ready to take out to the grill. (Backstory: my mom has been wearing these "croc" wannabe shoes for awhile and I told her they were ugly and not good for her feet.) As my mother walks down the steps to the back yard, she steps on the train of her long ass dress, slips, because those damn shoes have not grip and holds onto the potatoes the whole way down five concrete steps! The two hubbies are outside, but aren't sure what they really heard, so they come running and find my mother on the ground with a tin foil packet of potatoes in her hand. My hubby runs to help my mother up, "with the strength of two men she cracked my bones in my arm" according to my husband, as my sisters hubby runs inside to tell us that she fell. "OHHHHH LOOOOORRRRRD!" is all the bigs heard while sitting in the living room right off the back of the house. The oldest big, had to make fun of g-ma..."OHHHHHH LOOOORRRRD! Pimp Down!" So, long story short, my mother goes home in the boot my husband had when he had foot surgery about three years ago.

Just to give you a little to wet your whistle...