My parents have been out of town for over two weeks, and mom recently nagged me on Facebook to update my blog "or else!" Clearly, she doesn't understand how busy I've been over the past 8 days. She thinks that I have all of this spare time with my children in school, but she isn't taking into account how I need time for important things such as floating in the pool, picking my toe nails, and plucking gray hairs out of my head.
Two of those three activities have truly taken place in the past week, but I'll let you decide which ones. Although all three deeds would be time well spent.
In all honesty, I am surprised at how quickly the school days go by. As a homeschooling mom, I used to roll my eyes every time I heard a non-homeschooling mom talk about how her days run at the speed of light. To all of my homeschooling friends, please don't hate me, but the days do go by at lightning speed.
But back to fulfilling my mom's request. Not only did she ask me to blog, but my post must include pictures. Sheesh, the nerve of this lady!
Mom, I haven't taken many pictures lately, so this first one won't be new to you. But to the other two readers, it's background information.
On Saturday, the boys were playing upstairs. It was yet another hotter-than-hades day, so we were forced to play indoors, which naturally meant the boys were rough-housing. I was laboring over a good book and Rick was pounding on the piano, when we heard a thud and then a blood-curdling scream coming from our baby.
I've heard that horrible cry come from Garrett one other time, and it meant a trip to the ER when he was 15 months old for a broken arm. Hearing that cry again this weekend caused me to jump up and head for the ruckus.
When I met him on the stairs, he was holding his head and wailing. I had to rely on his brothers to give me the skinny on what happened. Apparently, G was playing on the floor and turned around to find the corner of his bed frame in the center of his forehead.
Is that a sad face or what? Poor baby.
Thankfully, there was no need to rush to the ER. I sent that picture to our parents within a few minutes of it happening, and my father-in-law (the doctor) immediately called to ask the pertinent medical questions. No nausea, vomiting, dizziness, or headache, so we were in the clear. Ice, ibuprofen, and TLC were enough. (Yes, it's really nice to have a doctor in the family!)
By Sunday morning, Garrett felt 100%, even though he had a nice bruised knot across his forehead.
On Monday afternoon, he pulled out paper and markers to satisfy his creative side. He draws regularly and is always quick to bring his latest creation to me. This particular drawing had me laughing out loud.
A self portrait. And a mighty good one, I might add. Glasses, curly hair, A&M shirt, and a bruised forehead...that's my G!
Hey, Mom, This Post Is For You
The First Day
I'm sitting in a quiet house. So quiet, in fact, that I need to turn on some music. Excuse me for a minute....
That's better.
I thought I would love a quiet house, but it doesn't seem quite right today.
So, yes, today is the first day of school. The boys were all very excited when Daddy and I got them up this morning. See....
Don't click to enlarge on the above photo. You might see food chunks in Liam's braces. He asked for his all-time favorite breakfast of warm granola.
And Jack followed in his footsteps.
Garrett asked for his fave...waffles. I slaved over the toaster for him. Thankfully, he doesn't care if I actually make them from scratch or pull them out of the freezer.
After breakfast, they got dressed and took care of their morning chores. Everyone was dressed and ready to go thirty minutes early. Never fear; it'll never happen again. By Friday, we'll be running around like chickens with our heads cut off.
The obligatory "first day of school" picture:
Garrett (kindergarten), Liam (2nd), Jack (kinder)
I had to take a quick pic of the boys walking to school.
I thought it was funny that Jack was leading the pack. He's the only one that had to run back to me for an extra hug and kiss once I got him to his class. He needed a little reassurance, but he never stopped smiling.And Liam was sticking close to me on our walk, but once we got to the campus, he was leading the way as a good big brother should.
I didn't take any pictures once we were inside. (I already have pics of their teachers, but I'm not sure I should share without asking them.) Anyway, it was mass chaos inside. Bewildered moms with screaming toddlers in tow. I saw a few moms with tears, too. Poor things.As for me, I did NOT cry. In fact, I had to contain my excitement, because I felt like doing cartwheels all the way to my car. Not that I can do a single cartwheel, but ya know....
I went straight to the gym and ran a few errands before coming home to this quiet house. A quiet, clean house is nice, but I will be happy to pick up my loud and messy boys in an hour. I can't wait to hear all about their first day!
Life Changes
At 8:00 a.m. Monday, we will be entering a whole new phase in our family. All three boys will be going to school!!!
Can I get an 'amen'?
Liam will be a second grader, and Jack and Garrett will be in kindergarten.
The boys met their teachers this past week, and I believe we are in store for an excellent year. We are all excited about this new adventure.
I remember thinking four and five years ago that we might never get out of diapers, but I assure you all three boys will go to school in underwear.
Many friends keep asking me if I'm sad about my babies going to school. I'm really not. They are ready to spread their baby wings a bit, and I'm ready to watch them fly. I'll cover them in prayer, and I know they'll be fine.
My friends' next question is usually, "What will you do with all that free time?" I am keeping my first week free of any obligations. I just want to relax and bask in the freedom. After that, I will be volunteering at the school and at the Union Gospel Mission.
Rick thinks I will be bored within two weeks, but we'll see. If I admit I'm bored, he might send me to work, so I think I'll find things to do.
In fact, I think there's a messy closet calling my name....
Yesteryear: They're Just So Darn Cute
The photo quality isn't great, but my boys are irresistible.
August 2007Liam (4), Garrett and Jack (2 1/2)
Yesteryear: Cheeeeese
I had one project in mind for this summer. For all that "down time" I was supposed to have. Yea right! What was I thinking?
Said project was to put all of our old photos on a flash drive. Family photos from 2003-2007 are all saved on CDs. It was a "system" created by my wonderful husband back when Liam was a baby, but Rick's not Type A like me. So this "system" of 30 CDs sitting in a shoe box is not an ideal solution in my world. I think a flash drive will be a better solution for looking up old photos, in which case I can be sentimental over old pics instead of throwing 30 CDs across the living room out of frustration.
Anyway, since summer is almost over, I'm in a crunch to finish this project. As I rush through the last 10 CDs, I want to begin a series I will call "Yesteryear", in which I will post some of my favorite photos of my boys' earlier days.
To begin, this is probably one of my all-time favorites of all three boys. I'll title it "Cheeeeese".
Left to right: Jack, Garrett, LiamLiam's Teen Years
My boys are pretty fascinated with teenagers. I supposed most young children feel the same way. In their eyes, those teens must have it all.
I, on the other hand, am very, very afraid of my boys becoming teenagers. Do they really need to grow up? Do they have to become hormonal and independent?
Liam asked me a funny question the other day regarding his teenage years. "Mommy, when I'm a teenager, will I be able to chew gum anytime I want without asking you first?"
I responded with, "Probably."
He pumped his fist and squealed, "Yes!"
If that's the only independence he needs at the age of 13, we'll be alright.
On Raising Boys
There's something about boys I'll never understand.
The need to wrestle, burp, and fart.
And sometimes simultaneously.
