Sunday, May 29, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
My Newest Babies
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
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
Sunday, May 8, 2011
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.
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.
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