Spring Has Sprung

Apparently, I'm down to posting once a month. Hopefully that will change, as the girls' schedules are picking up again.

Here are some random pictures to get us caught up to date.

Cassidy and Whitney playing in the snow. I didn't even know these were on the camera until I just now loaded them on the computer. Boy, I guess I am behind.

Kaylee had a banquet for diving.

Cassidy had a spring concert. She even landed a part in a quartet.

This is a "coil pot" that Kaylee made in ceramics class. The picture doesn't really do it justice. Ceramics was over before Christmas, but she just brought it home this week. When I asked her where it had been all this time, she said it was on display in the teacher's room. Cool.

Whitney got her braces off this week. Here is a "before" picture. I wanted to take an "after" picture on the same day. However, she was NOT in the mood. Not only did they take her braces off, but she also had some oral surgery done on her gums. They had to knock her out, and she does not get along well with the laughing gas. It has the opposite effect on her, and makes her quite grumpy. Luckily for her school was cancelled that day for fog, because she would not have been able to go to school that afternoon!

We finally got around to coloring eggs today. Just in time for the bunny.

We also woke up to a treat. Neighbors from our old house left us these cookies from Butler's on our door step. (There were more of them before we helped ourselves!) They always left something on our step for Christmas, Easter, Halloween, and the girls' birthdays. They haven't forgotten them, even though we moved! We sure miss some things about the old neighborhood!

Poor Jeff hasn't even seen them yet. He worked last weekend and this weekend. He even works tomorrow on Easter. The kids and I are going to my sister's for a cookout at the Lake. Hope the weather cooperates.

So,

So, I haven't posted for a month now. That went fast. Here is hoping March is just as quick. We've had enough of winter.

No photos with this post. I was a bad mom and didn't take the camera to Kaylee's first dance competition of the year. She did really well. She's in a duo this year, which is new. She and her partner did awesome, and placed 5th out of 14. I didn't think that was too bad for their first attempt. She was really nervous, but looked like she was in total control. I know I couldn't have done that at her age.

I had her parent-teacher conferences tonight also. As much as I complain and whine about the teenage years, she must be showing a different side to her teachers. I think among the comments I received were: "She is so fun." "She is such a sweetie." "She is really smart." and "What a great personality." All of these were from different teachers. Wow! It did me a lot of good to hear those remarks. Kind of puts my mind at ease....maybe I've done something right after all? I tend to stress over academics, but I have to be reminded that academic success doesn't necessarily lead to life success. Don't get me wrong - she is doing fine academically, but I still pressure for more. It takes more than just grades to achieve goals. More often than not, I've seen social skills beat out book learning in real life situations. I wish someone had given me the heads up on that a long time ago.

Whitney is starting softball conditioning, Kaylee claims to be going out for track (this is a new venture), and Cassidy has spring soccer coming up. Hopefully, more pictures will follow.

So Long, January!

I don't think I've ever been so relieved to see a month end! I just checked last year's posts, and had one very similar to this, so if I'm beginning to sound like a broken record....

I was called away from work on three consecutive weeks due to sick kids last month.

• January 13 - Whitney stayed home with a very sore throat. She called me at work crying in pain, so I quickly called the Dr. and got her in. I left work, picked her up, and we zipped right there. They tested for strep - which was negative. I was told it was "viral" and would have to run its course. No medicine!


• January 19 - I got a call from the school nurse saying Kaylee had passed out in Biology and hit her head pretty hard on the floor. Actually, I was in a meeting, and the nurse had to "zero" out of voice mail to get someone to find me. When I picked Kaylee up from school, her head hurt pretty bad. One call to the Dr., and they recommended she go to the ER. A couple of hours later, her CT scan came back negative.


• January 21 - The high school calls again. This time, Kaylee "almost" passed out, but laid down on the floor in time to avoid it. (Something she swore she'd never do.) I talked to her on the phone real quick, and she decided she felt better and wanted to stay the rest of the day. She was fine after that. (I didn't have to leave work this time.)


• January 27 - Cassidy's school called to say she had a stomach ache. Again, I was in a meeting and couldn't be reached. The school nurse (same one that called me the week prior) left two messages before I got back to her. I pick her up and take her home. She was fine the rest of the day. That Thursday she missed basketball practice for another stomach ache. However, she seems to have recovered now.

I'm pretty sure my kids have some kind of flag on their file that if there is one more incident and they can't reach anyone, Children's Services will be called in. I told Jeff that we really need to make some friends who don't work so we have a backup plan. The nurse commented that she noticed Jeff worked 1/2 hour away so just kept trying me. Yep - I'm it! Not good for my work record, needless to say.

On a positive note, January wasn't ALL bad. As promised, here are some pictures of Cassidy playing ball:

Notice how she runs so fast, everything around her is a blur? Yeah, she totally gets that from me. (hehe)

Also, the Middle School cheerleaders got to cheer with the High School cheerleaders at the halftime show last Friday. Here are some pics of Whit:

I have about 100 more like these, so I'll stop there.

Dive is over, and cheer is wrapping up. Before we know it, it will be softball season.

BRING ON SPRING!

Keeping it Real in 2010

Wow - I haven't posted for awhile. I guess I haven't felt that there has been anything newsworthy going on. Christmas was pretty quiet and relaxing. It was nice to have the kids off for two weeks...much less running around. We've been to some basketball games and dive meets. Plus, Cassidy has started Upward basketball. I'll try to get some decent pictures of her playing ball - she is a lot of fun to watch.

I felt kind of bad looking back at my last post. It wasn't very festive for being my last post before Christmas. But, now that I think about it, I was just keeping it real - being honest. Life isn't always perfect, and I don't pretend it is. I'm not perfect; my family isn't perfect; my marriage isn't perfect; my house isn't perfect; my job isn't perfect. So, why fake it? I've been called a lot of things, and some of it is probably true. However, if there is one thing I don't think anyone could call me, it would be "fake." I just can't do it. I've tried before. Oh, how I've tried. But, the real me always comes through. If I'm mad at you, you can tell....I just can't pull off that "fake nice" like some people can. I'm not sure if that is good or bad - it's just the way I am.

I enjoy reading a lot of other blogs. I like reading about people's kids, and their families - their triumphs and their pain. It helps us all put our lives in perspective when we see that other people also struggle and succeed. I especially like it when people share how they deal with those difficult times - be it with their faith or sense or humor.

So, I guess what I'm saying is - if you stop by my blog to visit - don't always expect glowing reports of how everything is always rosey here. I'll gladly share cute stories about my kids and occasionally brag about their accomplishments. However, I might also need to vent or even shed a few tears. After all, it's my blog, and I'm just keeping it real.

Bah Humbug...

I'm so not ready for Christmas. What did I say in my last post about it being easier now that none of my kids believe? What was I thinking? For some reason, it has been very hard to wrap up my shopping this year. I think the pressure is on because I can't blame Santa if everyone isn't pleased. My budget just isn't in line with my intentions. Ugh.

Plus, we lost a dear family member this past week. Our dog, Buddy, who we have had for over 12 years, was hit by a car on Friday, December 18....just one week before Christmas. We are still trying to come to grips with it.

We first got Buddy because Kaylee and Whitney were immensely afraid of dogs when they were little. I mean really afraid. Like, crawl-up-on-your-lap-and-dig-their-nails-in-your-back-if-a-dog-was-in-the-room kind of afraid. A friend was building a house and didn't want a dog in her new house, so was giving him away. He was about 1 year old at the time. He definitely cured the kids of their fear. For that, I am grateful to him.

However, I had my issues with Buddy - especially recently. He shed. A lot. Lately, it was in the form of very large tufts of fur left randomly around the house. Since he was housebroken when we got him, he never had any accidents. At least, not in the old house. For some reason, in the past month and a-half, he had at least six mishaps here at the new house. You have to understand - the carpet at the old house had been there at least 10 years before we moved in, so I was not overly concerned about it. However, all of the carpet here is fairly new and really nice. I had just about had it with him! Plus, did I mentioned that he followed me? Everywhere. I can't count the number of times I tripped over him. Oh, the guilt.

Also, we had a fenced in yard at the old house with two gates. Buddy had gotten to the point that, even if the gates were left open (which happened a lot), he would not venture out of the yard. It just didn't happen. He just understood that his spot was in the back yard, and could have cared less if he was free to venture out. On Wednesday of last week, one of the gates here was accidentally left open. He was let out at least four times after that and never wandered away. For whatever reason, Thursday afternoon, he left the yard. Jeff and I were at Whitney's basketball game when Kaylee called to say she couldn't find him. Jeff left to help her look. We had driven separatley, so I waited for Whit and came home. I wasn't too concerned, really. I mean, he never ventured out, so I was sure he wasn't far. We couldn't find him that night. We had to tell Whitney and Cassidy that he was lost. But, we reassured them that we would look again the next morning. I had the day off, and was going to have posters printed and passed out. I'd go door to door if I had to. Buddy would come home. Kaylee texted her friends. One person called to say they saw him crossing Walnut Street about 4:00. Jeff went back out to look with no luck.

On Friday morning, Jeff left for work. He was running a little late, but still decided to make a sweep of the neighborhood where Buddy had been spotted before he left town. He didn't get far before he saw him. Buddy was in the middle of the road. He could tell it had happpened recently. Right after he got there, a cop arrived because he had gotten a call that a dog had been hit. Jeff called me to let me know to come with a bag. The kids had heard the phone ring, so they knew something was up. Jeff came back home to give them the news. That is one moment I will never forget. There are so many things that could have gone differently, and the outcome could have been better. Those are the things I keep thinking about...the "what if's."

So, if the stockings aren't hung by the chimney with care. If the halls aren't all appropriately decked. If I can't manage to go out and get those last few gifts to make everything "even," I hope everyone understands. My heart just isn't in it right now.

Santa Who?

This is the first year that none of my kids are official "believers" in the big, red elf. Cassidy cornered me last year shortly after Christmas and relentlessly asked me if Santa was real until I told her the truth. I tried everything I could think of to avoid the inevitable, but trust me - she was not going to give up until she heard it from my lips. That was about the same age that Kaylee made us tell her. Whitney has never approached the subject - she just kind of let it go quietly. I think she was always more concerned about disappointing us by letting us know that she had caught on. (That's the kind of kid she is.)

So, while we will always embrace the spirit of Santa - we no longer have to make up stories about how he can get all around the world in one night. I don't have to tell the kids I have a "meeting" with Santa to discuss how they have been all year as a cover-up for shopping. I don't have to hide different wrapping paper for the Santa gifts. However, we also no longer have the leverage of bribing them with "Santa won't bring you anything this year." It is bitter-sweet in many ways.

That being said, I am so ready for this phase! Don't get me wrong - those years were fun while they lasted, and I wouldn't trade them for anything. Writing letters to Santa, sitting on his lap, putting out cookies and milk, and staying up all hours just to get everything wrapped while the kids slept. But, this way just seems simple. We discuss wants vs. needs, and talk about staying in a budget. I've even let them pick out some of their own items so I don't have to deal with return lines! I realize this doesn't sound very spirited, but we can relax a little and really enjoy the season instead of stressing about them being disappointed on Christmas morning. My biggest challenge is going to be hiding everything from prying eyes until then.

Oh, don't worry - they may still get a couple of surprises:)

If You Give a 16-Year Old A Mower...

If you give a 16-year old a mower, and ask her to mow the yard, she will. (Sometimes.)

If her dad asks her to keep the mower running until the gas runs out, so he can winterize the mower, she will get bored. She will attempt to sit in the swing to "mow" and the mower will shut off. She will then try to start it while in the swing.


Once the mower starts, she will try to tie her sleeve around the automatic shut-off "lever" so that she doesn't have to keep squeezing it for it to run.


When that doesn't work, she will get bored and text her friends until the gas runs out.


The end.

Cassidy and Whitney went Trick-or-Treating yesterday. BAD MOM ALERT: I DID NOT TAKE ANY PICTURES! Don't judge me...it was really cold out, so you couldn't really see their outfits anyway. Give me a break, I've been doing this Halloween thing for 16 years, and this is the only one I have not photo proof of. Just trust me - they went.

Cassidy had her 10th birthday party last week. We had to postpone it due to the whole flu episode, but it turned out pretty well. It is really nice to have a basement to shove a birthday party down to. Here are just a couple of pictures.




Oh - we have discovered that birds love our new house as much as we do. So much so that they attempt to fly right in through the front picture window. I've heard them on several occasions. However, Kaylee finally found "evidence" yesterday. WARNING: IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH, DO NOT LOOK AT THE FOLLOWING PICTURE. For some inexplicable reason, my husband thought it was "cool" and had to take pictures. It's like living with an 8-year old boy sometimes.

The large smudge on the window is what it left behind on impact. It then bounced back on to my wicker table. Lovely. I hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!