We went to my mom’s again on Sunday for a grill out with the entire family. Well, except my sister who went to the hospital to visit her husband’s cousin who just had a baby. By the time they left it would be too late for her to get to my mom’s then get home for bed to be up bright and early for work. It was fun though.
My kids wanted to spend the night and we were joking with my mom that all the grandkids wanted to stay. Christiano included, then we’d go out and get Mikayla. Then we’d grab Sydney on the way out and they could have all 9 of the kids at once. How much fun would that be? Yeah, that’s not going to happen any time soon.
Miss Alyce hanging out on Jordan’s old bike. All of Jordan’s old toys are at my mom’s. We figured they’d get more use out there.
My nephew Carter who is now almost as shy as Alyce. (You’ll see what I’m talking about in a second.)
Katiana swinging the day away. I can’t remember if this is before or after she split Jordan’s lip open. She took his ball. When I told her to give it back, she got mad and hurled it, smacking Jordan in the face. His lip split and he was bleeding all over the place. Nice.
One of 13 pictures I took of the cousins that were there. This is the closest I got to Alyce looking at the camera. You see, Shelley was looking at her. ROFL Doesn’t matter that Shelley is her aunt and that she’s known her her whole life. Alyce is painfully shy. She won’t even play with her cousins. Just her siblings. She adores my mom, everyone else she hides from. She got knocked over by Kat swinging at one point while I was nursing Christiano. Josh ran and got her. I’m not sure which hurt her more, falling down or Uncle Josh actually carrying her. *sigh*
In the picture it’s Alyce, Jordan holding Christiano, Jadah, Katiana, Taylor, and Carter
Alyce finally looked at me. LOL
My brother Josh, who loves it when I snap pictures from across the yard.
My brother Steve who is saying, hey now, I just took a bite of my cup cake. This face reminds me of my dad. LOL
Jordan’s dad bought him a new bike this weekend after someone stole his off of our porch. (he still has his big motorcycle bike in the garage, but it needs a new back tire. None of the bike shops here have it, have to order it off of Ebay or something.) It is sweet looking though. It’s green with like a black velour seat, the old banana style seat. These huge handlebars, again, like the old style bikes. 2 big ol rear mirrors coming off the handle bars, and it had some bells with skulls on them, which Jordan deemed as only for sissies. They are now on his sisters’ bikes. LOL He was upset we had to leave it at mom and dad’s because it wouldn’t fit in my car, but they are going to bring it in this week for him. I was shocked his dad bought him a bike until I learned that Grandma Fern told dad to do it, and what Grandma Fern says goes. LOL
It was an exciting weekend here none the less. I don’t know what is going on at our apartments. It used to be so peaceful and quiet. Then someone stole Jordan’s bike off my porch, then they stole the radio out of my car, then Friday night topped it all. I’m sure our families across the street in their nice expensive houses would appreciate the crime rate going up over here. Wait, let me also say, they just killed a serial rapist (links to the community responding to his death) over here. He was breaking into houses in the small town about 5 minutes west of me and right in my area. The police found him, there was a confrontation and I guess he was shot 24 times. That was a little nerve wracking.
Then Friday night at 1 in the morning, Pato brings Alyce into me. She was crying and freaking out. He said he heard gun shots outside. WHAT? Are you sure? Not a car backfiring? We just don’t get that over here. Being smart, I go outside to look. He said he saw someone take off in a white Jeep Liberty. I said, do you think we should call the cops? Are you sure it was gun fire? As I’m asking in pulls a bunch of cop cars. They get out with shot guns. Not my dad’s old hunting rifle. Big black shot guns.
I’m trying to figure out how to approach a cop with a shot gun at 1 in the morning to tell him what Pato saw. Both arms raised I guess. Officer? Officer? He came to me. I told him and they said they’d had a bunch of calls about it. It was ok, they were there now, go on back to bed. HUH? now? Bed? I doubt it. We stood on the porch and watched. My mom called and said that my dad wanted us to lock the doors and stay away from the windows. Pato said, what? I said, my dad said we shouldn’t be standing on the porch. Woops.
They found shot gun shells in the parking lot. My neighbors car was hit when the shell hit the ground. The third floor window of another apartment was hit. The next day that guy who lived there said he saw the guy doing it. He was wearing a muscle shirt standing outside acting all gangster. What do you know, a guy leaves the building across from us in a white muscle shirt and a white jeep liberty. I’m really hoping they catch him. There are too many kids around here for someone to playing stupid like that.
That was scary. I want to move. But how do you move from an area with one of the lowest crime rates? Do you pick one with a higher crime rate? I asked the detective that and he said, you can never predict what is going to happen. You’re telling me.
Alright. I’m off to get some work done. Have a great day!
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