Sunday, May 29, 2011

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

My Newest Babies

Thought I would share some really nice pics that my oldest daughter took of my new babies. (Can you tell she wants to be a photographer? I'm so proud!)






































Sunday, May 15, 2011

Monday, May 9, 2011

Too Much Again

How much can I fit into a single day?

got the boys to school at 6:15 am for a field trip

washed 2 loads of clothes

worked on coupons

got FL off to school

cleaned chick cage

made 2 phone calls (I hate talking on the phone)

went to grocery store

went to school

showed chicks to K class

picked up FL early so

we could get to Clearfield

to drop TDQ off for work

got gas (for the van, not me)

went to D's work

went to library

went to park

went to BK

went to Walmart

got some groceries

picked TDQ up from work

just in time to find out the boys were arriving home 1.5 hours early from field trip

and picked them up on time.

Went home

to wash more laundry,

dry more laundry,

work on coupons.

Played detective trying to figure out whose photo memory card I found in the parking lot at Walmart

went to bed around midnight.

goodnite

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Cinco De Mayo

How ironic is it that taco-loving boy was born on Cinco de Mayo? Can't believe he is now 16! Sometimes he walks thru the door and I have to do a double take, he is not that preemie I held in my arms and couldn't put down in fear he would stop breathing. Now he is learning to drive, he is taller than I am, and he is dating a really sweet girl. (And her family is so nice.)



Sometimes I picture him as this. . . .


And then see him as this.





I am so proud of him.





Happy Birthday Son!





Sunday, May 1, 2011

10 Long Years

It seems like a lifetime ago that we saw hundreds of people running in fear in New York City, but tonight people are running in happiness toward the White House. I am watching CNN and trying not to cry.



It has been such a long 10 years. I remember watching CNN and seeing the second plane hit. When Flight 93 crashed, I didn't realize until weeks later that we were something like 8 minutes airtime from the crash site. (Meaning if we were to fly from where we are to the crash site, it would only take 8 minutes.) 8 minutes. I can't drive to the kid's school in 8 minutes.



A few days after the attack, I was cleaning under the couch and found a picture CBS had drawn and hidden under there. I asked him about it, and at the age of 7 (when I thought I was severely monitoring what the kids saw on tv) he told me he had drawn a picture of a skyscraper with a plane flying into it and all the red on the sides of the building was from all the blood from all the people that had died.



That still brings tears to my eyes.




Once during a particular hard period in my life, a very kind and wise friend told me I had a tender-hearted soul. I thought I was being a cry-baby. My friend told me God wants a tender heart.

So I cry.

Not in joy of this day.

In rememberance of that day.