What's pretend??

There are times that I think of myself as "make believe". There are not too many other women like me and I'm not sure why but I'd love to get to know them and form a support group or something. I am now 42. I have children that are 24-23-5-3. Who does that to themselves? I do not have a "significant other" and have decided that either I'm too busy or it's just not in God's plan. I love to serve at the church as often as possible, typically now, about 10 hours a week and attend a full-time status at BSU, with 20 credits. I'm a part-time foster mom that only will take kids if it's listed as a crisis. I workout at the gym about 6 hrs a week and also volunteer at my lil' sons school as the home art mom, typically about 10 hrs a week. My house is immaculate, my car gets vacuumed every Thursday and I love to do laundry. Also, for the season, I am the assistant to the director for the children's Christmas choir and am looking forward to it. Typically, I am the cooridinator of the "angel tree" project but unfortunately, because of my failures last year, I think I will decline to help, if asked.

When I look at my list of things to do, I just think of it as "living" and "dreaming", hopefully to God's will... but then look at my babies at dress-up time, they are just living and dreaming the costume they are in. I don't think of my life as a costume, except that when it finally comes off, I'll be in the kingdom of heaven.

Ho Ho Ho!!

Here is the update for Dylan's weekly home Mom" project. I was asked to make 40 of these Santas. I don't know what they are for but this was such a great family project. This consisted of 5 evenings of cutting felt, faces, and triangles. Then, gluing the pink felt to the white - adding eyes and nose. The next night we sewed two buttons to each of the front of the Santas. The next night we tacked the white strip of felt to the bottom and added the black belt with a gold hand made buckle (wire and lots of needle-nosed plier time) tonight the final touches of stuffing with batting, sewing the closing and glueing the white puff ball for the hat. It's so funny that I have no idea what these are used for and I'm truly praying for each of them as I'm making them. I think they are given to the kids of Dylan's class and want to send home a prayer of blessing to each one of them as they are made. Cece actually started to name them and was quite upset with Dylan that he couldn't remember all of their names. Thank you, Jesus for my little detail oriented child and thank you for the one you sent me that doesn't seem to care. I love the balance.

Is there such a thing as "Mr. Right"?

As a non-traditional student or just a single woman of my age, I guess it's difficult to think about relationships with men and what is supposed to be "Mr. Right". Before I get started on my little escapade, let me say that I truly think God has a plan for everyone and that includes relationships, it's just whether we choose to listen and follow his plan or be impatient and "go on our own".

Dating has become a chapter in my life that I just can't wait to read and get to the end to see the happy ending. It's been very up and down and I've been able to take something out of every single date, good and bad. For the most part, I choose to "not" date. The majority of the reason is because there just is not any time left in my little schedule and I think it's important to have the desire to make it count and be a priority.

Relationships are very time consuming, if you want to do them right and I do. I also have issues with so many of the men, and yes, I'm stereotyping... that come with so much baggage. I was married to the perfect man for 16 years and thought it was forever, he chose to spend the rest of his life with someone else so that leaves me pondering... is there a Mr. Right? Is there really a man that knows how to let me clean and not feel like he has to do it himself to help out, it would be all wrong? Or someone who has not been married 2-3 times, paying alimony and child support for kids from each marriage? What about putting up with my schedule and when I come home and just want pb&j for dinner, which is a current staple, will say "yay"? And first and foremost, will be a leader in our household making sure we all love God in a strong way.

I think about how nice it would be to have someone who knows me so well, who enjoys being with me and smiles when I make a joke, who will just hug me when I'm having a bad day or would just like to know my secrets and love me anyway. I miss the intimacy and accountability, the "always" being there for a couples night out, or knowing that if there is a father/daughter dance, my daughter would have someone to take her.

It's very much a give & take. I also enjoy my freedom, for now! I know that I can meet a friend for lunch and not have to worry about if it's in the budget, I do my budget. Or if I can just grab a pizza on the way home from class, I decide what's for dinner. I can schedule 20 credits for this semester and know that I'm the only one it's going to drain...

For now, it's just a simple question... is there a Mr. Right? I dunno, maybe!!! All in God's time!

Happy Halloween!

Halloween is such a "unique" time of year. There are so many things happening all at the same time. It's officially "fall", which is my favorite season, we can wear big slippers around the house and noone cares and then there is this "holiday" thrown into the middle of parent/teacher conferences, mid-term time and I won't even mention the pressure of the costumes.

We carved pumpkins tonight. Why? I'm not sure. I think it was a really fun family time for me and the kiddos and definitely cheap entertainment. Last year, the kids were really small and we didn't carve pumpkins, this year.... well, since they are both in school asked me, "when is it pumpkin carving time?" so we did.

Dylan has major tactile issues and even though he's very "into" it, he doesn't like to touch things that are slimy. He did ask to touch "the guts" with a spoon but doesn't have the dexterity or strength to do anything except pull one seed out at a time... wow, this is almost"painful"?

We had no rhyme or reason to the faces. I actually drew about 10 different eyes, nose and mouths and just asked them to point to which one they wanted their pumpkins to have. Cece seem to be more of a "smiley" personality when Dylan just wanted "scary guy". I don't think I was able to carve them for any type of contest but as far as the kids go, they loved them.

After the "slashing" of the pumpkins, we washed, soaked and toasted the pumpkin seeds. They were amazing... I've never really had them turn out but was a little more patient this year and roasted some really good "beans"; that's what Cece calls them.

A costume was easy for Dylan, he's wanted to be a football player for a long time and since "Jumpstart" donated a costume for him, well it was a given. Cece has changed her mind so many times that I give up. Originally, I was going to make Dyl a player, Cece a cheerleader and me the coach. Cece now has decided that she can't make it through this season without being a ladybug.

I knew I had some red fabric and black felt, so I was able to add a little batting, put her in black leggings and we had a hit! She is a smiling ladybug and very thrilled.

It always seems like Halloween comes up really quick but then I remember it's only 6 weeks until Christmas. "Holy Buckets", I just put away the red, white and blue!

Zero Hero

As I have stated many times, I have been given the opportunity to be Dylan's at home "art mom" and am loving it. This week, I made 40 "Zero Hero" puppets for his classroom. I have no idea what they are for. Actually for this project I wasn't given anything except a picture and asked to make them them by Wednesday.

So Dylan and I had a lot of fun "bonding" over this one. We talked about the face and what makes up your face. I would sew the cheeks on one and then ask him what parts were missing. I asked him what he thought of his new Zero Hero pal... his only response was, "does he have a dog? I don't like dogs."

Dylan was born addicted to meth. He has several disabilities that are challenging to both of us on a daily basis. He has hydrocephalus, which is extra fluid on the brain, was born with congenital club feet which after 14 surgeries on his legs, he is now able to walk... somewhat. He had a tethered spinal column, spina bifida, a right eye displacement, paralyzed on his right side and only a 1/3 of his brain.

I was told that at birth his pediatrician didn't recommend circumcision because he wasn't going to make it through the week. That he would never walk or talk. He most likely would never eat and breathe at the same time which would leave him needing a feeding tube for life. When he began to smile and coo, the doctor said it was just a response but not a reaction to any kind of stimuli, that he didn't have the brain capacity to mimic people around him.

Dylan, is my "Zero Hero". Right now, He walks... most of the time, talks a LOT, has 20/20 vision. He's never had a feeding tube and eats very well. His hydrocephalus is controlled by a shunt that goes from his head down to his abdomen. He is gaining more strength on his right side, daily. He will independently use his right arm, when cued. Actually, today was the first day that I could tell Dylan to "get dressed" and he did it all by himself... it only took about 47 minutes, but that's not the point, right?

His pediatrician will often call and ask about Dylan and then remind me that he no longer puts any limitations on patients because of the progress Dyl has made totally on his own. He also has a picture of Dylan on his desk which is a double-fold holding a picture of Dylan at birth and current picture that we send often.

When it comes to my Zero Hero, it's definitely Dylan because it's "NOTHING" (or 0) that will stop him. Thank you, Jesus... every day for saving this lil' guy for me. He's the reason I believe, the reason I accept, and the reason that I know my life could always be a lot worse, at least I wasn't born addicted to a lethal substance and still showed everyone around me how to smile.

Brain Overload

One of my most favorite things to do, when I'm not sewing or making crafts for Dylan's class, is to work at the church. I don't actually even like to call it "work" but better to serve. This used to be something I did on almost a full-time basis but since I decided to make school a priority and I'm taking 20 credits, well... unfortunately, the church is just a special gift that I give to myself.

Today, I hired a babysitter and rather than cleaning my house, which is a huge list... or studying, I chose to go to the church to do some cleaning and organizing. My lil' office has been so neglected so I was able to get things more in order. After putting away a few things from the last couple of Sundays, and catching up on the latest messages, I was able to put some work into our large-group classroom.
For the months of October and November, we are doing the creation story. I made a display of what God created each day during the week and then put it up on the wall. Next, I made really large "tissue flowers", but since I made them out of different colors of blue, I think they look like clouds. I hung several from the ceiling.

I actually organized the curriculum for each of the preschool classrooms so they will all have activities and be prepared for a story on Sunday morning.

I love my church and how they have just brought me in and LOVE me, no matter what.

Communications 101

I thoroughly enjoy my Communications class. Let me give you the rundown... it's a class of about 35 students in which only 10 of us do NOT live on campus. So, the majority of the students are the traditional, young adults that are either still living at home or have just moved away from home and now live on the meal plan for nutrition. They thrive on donuts for breakfast, a nice lunch in the dining hall ,and then pizza or whatever they can scrounge up for dinner.

This class is held in one of the older buildings on campus. It's very "old-school"... you can still see all of the air ducts in the 14 foot ceiling(which have been painted to orange or blue), it smells like an old house attic, tile for floors, and all of the desks are very small and make a lot of noise. The technology is that of the 80's... a tv with VCR on a huge cart, a pull down screen that can never go back up and an overhead projector that allows the instructor to display things on the wall in a crooked manner.

Today, I gave my informative speech. I chose the topic of "some of the the affects that meth has on newborns". I am able to speak at Dylan's school, do really well when it comes to PTA meetings, or leading workshops at Jumpstart for a group of parents but when it came to delivering this speech in front of these young adults and my instructor (who happens to 1/2 my age), I was quite shaky. I was sweating, trembling and could hardly breathe. So then what... just pray!!! I want to be an example for other students and to not be afraid to speak about something that I have a passion for... well, I did it! I think most of them found it to be entertaining and not too boring. I can't wait to see my score, hopefully... an A+... YAY!!!

Remember, I wrote this speech the day it was assigned as to my fellow classmates that jotted down a few things the night before it was due. I spent several hours carefully researching the stats that I needed including doing an interview with a social worker from the IDHW, instead of hoping the instructor wouldn't look up my "fake" resources. I also had my visual aids professionally printed and mounted as to not bring in anything or just accepting the deduction or better yet, a semi-skewed picture that was printed from the library from a website that didn't really go with my speech.

Like I said at the beginning, I love my Communications class and all of my classes. I have learned to get over a few social phobias that I have and learn to enjoy the crowded surroundings with other people that have a LOT of bodily function issues... lol!

A Little Bit of a Crush

Most women of my age are pretty good at decor and making their houses look inviting and warm. Within 10 minutes of meeting me you'll learn that I love Jesus, I like things neat and I have a bit of an obsession over Tom Hanks. Unreal... I know! I own thousands of items that are of "my Tommy". I celebrate his birthday every year, which is July 9th. He's exactly 10 years, 6 months and 11 days older than me. I little bit... oh, let's just say "non-traditional".

Here is a picture of the bookshelf that is in my "office".

This is what I look at while sitting at the computer.

Yep, so this non-trad momma has movie posters up in her "office"... yes, it's actually my bedroom!

Art Mom

This is the 3rd year for Dylan to be in a structured classroom. The first two were considered preschool and now that he's five, he's in Kindergarten. I thrive at making things for his classroom and volunteering my time. Unfortunately, because of time constraints and the demand of a full-time school schedule, I'm not able to commit to any time IN the classroom. I talked with his teacher and just asked if there was anything she needed done outside of the classroom. The next day, I received 10 requests for projects that she'd like "done up". Oh, this will be easy,sewing crafts are my specialty.

Here is a picture of the 40 mice that she requested. This included cutting all of the felt, hand-sewing all of the eyes & ears, sewing the body, filling with split peas, braiding yarn for the tail and then finish hem for each of body.... a total of close to 25 hours. Next to these are little triangle blocks of cheese that each one comes with to complete the bean bag toss game.

We also have ghosts to do, Superboy puppets, BINGO games, and the "Counting with Apples" (which includes cutting 10 trees and 67 apples for each game). This task may be a little more than I was hoping for but since I don't get to be in his classroom, or go on any field trips, or even pick him up from school - this is the alternative to helping out.

THANK YOU to my sweet friend, Janae for always loving Dylan as though he's one of her own children and doing my Dylan run so I can attend classes... LOVE YOU!

Facing Reality!

I'm sure I've stated it several times and will continue to do so until I've got it into my head and faced reality, I'm taking 20 credits. That's huge and this is something I will accomplish with great success but will never do it again... for real! I knew going into this that I would make some sacrifices but now, I'm really missing the little things that used to make me smile. None of Dylan's shirts are ironed, my filing system has become a huge pile in my room, my bathrooms haven't been mopped in over a week (typically a daily thing) and I don't remember the last time I cooked a meal that didn't include something being microwaved. I truly love school and the idea that I might actually become a grown up but then again.... I'm trying to redefine non-traditional and want everyone to see things in a different way and not just because I'm 40ish that I do things a certain way. My friends and family will ALL agree that I don't do anything in the traditional style, so therefore I know that these little voids in my life are only temporary and for a short season. God has way too many things in store for me to think about even think about quitting, that's just not in my vocabulary.

Homecoming Decorations

We have been truly blessed that Cece is getting the opportunity to attend BSU CC. It's the Children's Center on the BSU campus and is my idea of amazing. During Homecoming last week, each of the classrooms were in competition. The prize was a bowling party at the Student Union Building. I chose to make some decorations for the classroom. I made 18 football jerseys with each one of the kids' names painted on them (here is a picture before I put on the embroidered bronco logos) and cut out 20 footballs. I then made 45 tissue flowers supporting the orange/blue colors so when they were hung, they looked like pom-poms. It was a hit. The teachers hung them alternating the jerseys and footballs with the pom-poms all around the room so this large classroom was full of color and supporting the team.

Life throuh a 3-year olds eyes.

One of my favorite things to do is to give Cece the camera and just say, "take some pictures for me." I think it's so fun to see what she thinks about and what she defines as priorities in her life. I have several "up close" pictures of her sippy cup, her potty chair, each stuffed animal and doll in her room and of course several half shots of Dylan. I'm not sure there is one picture of his entire face. I think most of us would benefit from taking a few minutes to literally stop and smell the roses or just take some pictures.

The Flu

As this non-traditional woman, I try to make sure that every thing is in order at all times. Unfortunately, I did not schedule sickness into the formula.

I can tell you the last time each rug in my house was washed, according to the laundry schedule, the last time the kitchen floor was mopped (every night), or when Cece last wore her white shirt with the embroidered butterfly because it's hung in a specific spot as to not "rewear" the same outfit within two weeks.

I, however, can not tell you the last time I had a headache that wouldn't quit, when my body had felt like it's been ran over - several times, or when I've ever gone 3 days without wanting anything to eat/drink except for orange juice. I think it's just God's fun way of saying "slow down".

I've taken my share of echinacea, vitamin C, Airborne, and gallons of OJ in hopes of knocking this thing out. I've gone through the the shakes of freezing, onto sweating, and back to freezing all in a 2-hr span. I will say that I'm quite drugged on Tylenol PM and Nyquil in hopes of getting a good night sleep and feeling all better in the morning.

Little Jack Horner

My kindergarten son got the opportunity to recite a poem of his choosing from the list of "Mother Goose" poems. I guess the traditional mom would have made sure that he knew his poem and practiced several times with him. In our case, being non-traditional, we had to include a costume and props. For those of you that don't know the little rhyme:

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas pie,
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And said "What a good boy am I!"

Dylan was amazing. He had to recite the poem in front of the entire class. Remember, he only has 1/3 of his brain so sometimes memorization is rather difficult. His version included sticking his thumb into the plum but he got the point across. I'm such a proud mom!!!

SWIM - BIKE - RUN

Here's a little bit of what this non-traditional woman did this last summer. I recently lost a considerable amount of weight and chose to take the next step... a triathlon. It's definitely something everyone should do and enjoy. I chose to take part in a sprint race, which is 800 meter swim, 12 mile bike and a 5K run. The adrenaline rush that you get right before the start of a race is overwhelming. The swim, most intimidating, was definitely a lot different than I expected. I trained in a pool and not in open water. Next, getting the wetsuit off, shoes on and then try to make your legs work to ride a bike. Hmmm.... traditionally, racers have their wetsuit off before they even reach their bike... not in my case as I'm not doing anything according to tradition. My transition time, well, just needs a lot of work. Next, make it through the 12 miles on the bike, not so bad but it's not over... time to run! I don't like to run, in fact... I'd rather give birth to triplets, breach! I simply do a run/walk combination and just keep going. The biggest thrill... crossing the finish line with several friends and family there to say "good job".

Cece's "F" day!

Cece, my 3 year-old, is attending BSU's Preschool. It's an amazing program that I feel so blessed to get to be a part of. They spend a week on each letter of the alphabet and also a main color. This week was "F" week so we chose to make and take football ginger cookies. She really wanted them to have the Bronco logo on them but I thought that would definitely throw me into another category beyond "non-traditional" but more like over-the-top crazy.

Snack Pack!

For my son, in kindergarten, snacks are now a controversy. We can't provide anything with any kind of a nut, which rules out peanut butter. We can't allow fruit snacks because apparently some children are sensitive to smells and we can't have any "sweets". I'm thinking we are now down to just broccoli, carrots or apple slices. Well, being the "non-traditional" mom, I chose to be as creative as possible with our limited options. This is an "apple" that actually has apple slices and a small container of caramel dip inside.

The instructions are easy: simply insert a snack-sized baggie of apple slices into a balloon with a individual caramel dip. Blow up the balloon. Wrap the balloon in Red String. Paint it with a solution of glue/water. Allow it to dry. Pop the balloon which will then shrivel, pull it out. You are then left with an apple shaped item that encloses apple slices and caramel dip. Add a leaf and it's perfect!

The teacher's loved this so much that they didn't even allow the kid's to eat their snack. They sent it home for the parents to enjoy too. That's "non-traditional"!

Next break.... Thanksgiving!

Dictionary.com defines nontraditional as "not conforming to or in accord with tradition". Returning to school, after graduating from high school just 24 years ago, has been more of a challenge than I ever could have imagined. Not only have I been labeled a "nontraditional student" but also am treated so much differently. For example, I was the only student in my Comm class to be named "someone with children" because I look much "more experienced" than anyone else in the class. I didn't get any recruiting fliers for any of the sororities during rush week. I always get the door held open for me at the library but was not given any special treatment when it came to standing in line for Bronco tickets because of my age, that's for sure.

I heard one of the "traditional students", meaning the 18 year-old that just left their parents house for the first time and is starting to miss mom's great cooking, complaining about not having any free time because they have a lot of studying to do in two of their four classes. I almost spit water out of my nose. She also mentioned how she had no time to keep her nails done and that was really depressing. Wow, really?

I've gone to the non-traditional side when it comes to studying. For anatomy, which I'm beginning to understand why it's considered the "hardest class on campus", I've written all of the body parts on my 3 year old and washed them off during bath time... she now knows that the popliteal is the back of the knee. When I cook dinner, I put everything into a linear equation and just add x=??? to every recipe. My dashboard of my car used to have quotations heard from Pastors or friends to keep me motivated and humble during the day.... now there's only flashcards made with things that need to be memorized for the week.

I took my pre-college life for granted. I wonder what it would be like to have all of the laundry done at the same time, how it would feel to sit down and actually eat breakfast, get to volunteer at my son's school, sit down at the computer to update facebook rather than see what's happening on blackboard, or just breathe. I guess I'll find out in December, but for now I truly am "enjoying the journey".

SkyDiving Fun!

Redefining non-traditional has actually taken a whole new turn. It's not just deciding to do things differently than the average 42 year-old but to do it with flair and fun. This last weekend, in hopes of making my "bucket list" a little shorter, I went skydiving.

When I woke up on Saturday, I couldn't believe what I was actually getting ready to do, JUMP out of a plane. What was I thinking? I've got two babies at home that may not like the idea of becoming orphans and why would anyone jump from a perfectly good plane? I called my very good friends and after several minutes of begging, I could see that I wasn't going to be able to talk them out of jumping... oh well, might as well eat. We got together for our "last supper". I could see the theme of the bbq was saying our last goodbyes. There were several comments made about what we should eat for our last meal, what we should wear as our last outfit, and what would be our last thoughts before we plummeted to the ground. Noone mentioned that we were actually going to pay someone to do this.

It was time! We all piled into cars and made the very short trip to Star. We all agreed that the reason the site is so desolate is if any accident does happen, they can just bury the body and noone would be the wiser. The weather was beautiful and everything was perfect. We watched a 10 minute video about how important it was to sign all of the boxes on the release form promising not to sue or punish the company in any way in case of death... hmmm! Then we gave up our $165 and said, "wow, can't wait"!

I next met my instructor who let me know that this was only his 4th jump and he wasn't sure how to land yet but thought we could figure it out. Apparently he had made the person that packed our chute angry the day before and he hoped it wouldn't be a revenge today. He made several similar comments as he was tightening my harness and "trying" to remember everything.

Chase, my friends 18 year old, and I were going to jump first. I waved goodbye to the kids and said "I'll be right back"... a famous line from the movie "Castaway". Next we got into the plane, if you can call it that. The inside was about the size of my desk so all personal space boundaries become obsolete. Let's just say we got rather cozy. Then we started the climb. My instructor was very witty with his version of the song "because we got high"... I was just trying to keep from puking. He would tell me "1", then "2" then "3" for how many 1000 feet we were climbing,...we had to get to 10. The door opens, Chase and his instructor went first. I don't really remember too much about that. The next thing I thought "I hope I'm actually attached to this guy and he has no desire to commit any kind of suicide". I looked out of the plane and we did it, fell right out! Screaming at that point was a major understatement! The fall was amazing and short... then a quick jerk and everything stood still. It was beautiful. I could see all of the surrounding lakes, the hills, the farms... words can't describe God's beauty and how peaceful! My instructor gave me the chance to "drive" the chute, which was fun. We did a few twist and twirls and then he told me to "take a seat" and we were down.

One more quick "woohoo" and wow, thrill city! The entire experience was everything I wanted it to be, and more! Even though I don't see myself ever doing it again, the adrenaline rush was definitely worth it and highly recommended.

What is "non-traditional"

I was actually really nervous about this whole "blog" idea" and didn't know where to go with it. I had to ask several very close friends and pastors, "what should it be about"? The consensus was unanimous... all about me! I decided to redefine the term "non-traditional" to mean "living life to the fullest".

I think I'm just going through some kind of a mid-life stage in life that we all come to. It helps us to redefine what life is about, what we want it to be about and how can we make that happen. I've seen myself come out of some kind of shell that, through no work on my part, helped others redefine their own lives. I've been defined as crazy, an inspiration, a perfectionist, a motivator, a fun-loving kind of woman that doesn't let anything get her down.

I just want anyone to know that we truly are only given one life on this planet and it's nothing compared to the eternity that we get to live. When that is realized, it's only then that you begin living, NOW.

Many of my new ideas of loving life come from being a cancer-surviving, single mom that has lost almost a total of 200lbs., setting a goal and becoming a triathlete, I adopted a son with special-needs, I volunteer at my church several hours a week, and now a full-time student at BSU. (Go Broncos)

I want to redefine the idea or definition of non-tradition. What does that mean? Is it that I just didn't graduate from high school, because it seems to me that it only happened yesterday. Is it that I shouldn't have children at home that are in preschool, well I do and love every minute with them. Does it mean that "at my age" I shouldn't be jumping out of airplanes, well I am and it's fantastic?

I have dreams and can't even imagine anything that would hold me back. I want anyone and everyone who reads this blog to be inspired to "Imagine" and "Dream" of anything and everything... why not? It's only your desire that holds you back! Remember, if you think you can or think you can't... either way, you're right!

Dylan's B-day

Dylan's birthday was August 16th. We went over to a friends house and had a bbq, opened presents and had cake. It was soo much fun.


One of our family traditions is that the siblings of the birthday kiddo make the birthday cake. So Cece made Dylan's birthday cake. It was pink with balloons. Probably more of her preference than his but it's the thought that counts, right?!

SpongeBob Squarepants memory game. He just had that "Man, I have to use my brain for this game" look on his face.

He loved his new socks!! He truly is his mother's son. :0)

The football was probably his very favorite. At the moment, sports are his very favorites games to play, things to watch and to talk about. This little football kept him entertained for hours!!

Happy Birthday Dylan!!