Today, we are going with Eli on a Beta Club trip to see Hairspray- The Musical .
He is not so happy. He has asked me several times if "he really has to go." I told him yes, he does. We are all going.
I got up early this morning and went to some yard sales with my sister in law.
I was back by 9:30 and I was about 25 dollars in the hole. But, I got some good stuff.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Sad, sappy stories.
After re-reading what I have written this week, you would think I was depressed or something.
(This is my last school post - I promise) :)
On my favorite internet site - FACEBOOK - I have been reading similar sad stories from all the mom's that I know.
While walking Emma into school this morning, the look of longing was on mother's faces all thru the hallways.
Some looked sad that summer was over.
In the kindergarten hallway, most mothers had a look of disbelief that their babies were actually five. And in school.
I guess I don't feel so bad, since it seems to be the cool thing to do, being sad that babies actually grow up.
Talk to me next year when I have one starting his Freshman year of high school, one in first grade, and the last one in kindergarten.
See how pathetic I am then.
(This is my last school post - I promise) :)
On my favorite internet site - FACEBOOK - I have been reading similar sad stories from all the mom's that I know.
While walking Emma into school this morning, the look of longing was on mother's faces all thru the hallways.
Some looked sad that summer was over.
In the kindergarten hallway, most mothers had a look of disbelief that their babies were actually five. And in school.
I guess I don't feel so bad, since it seems to be the cool thing to do, being sad that babies actually grow up.
Talk to me next year when I have one starting his Freshman year of high school, one in first grade, and the last one in kindergarten.
See how pathetic I am then.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Happy and sad.
I don't handle change well. At all.
Today, I took Tripp to school. Eli went to school. That just left me with Emma - for now.
Today, she asked me for cuddle time. We cuddled. I brushed her hair back from her face. I look at how the shape of her face is changing, her hair is growing, her arms and legs are getting longer, more rounded like a big girl. Her attitude is moving toward that of a big girl. She thinks about things. I was sad, but happy - all at the same time.
This morning, as I went to wake Tripp up for school, I lay in his bed with him. I noticed that his fingers have lost their chubby-ness, his face is thinner. I whispered to him to wake him up. I told him that it was his first school day. He was a big boy. And we said a school day prayer. Without opening his eyes, he turned over and wrapped his little arms around my neck. I kissed his soft cheeks and I thought about the first time I held him, of the many hours that I spent rocking him. I was sad, but happy - all at the same time.
This week, Eli started 8th grade. As I dropped him off at the front door, I thought about his first day of kindergarten - about how I walked him in, hugged him and kissed his little cheeks (always both sides) before I left. I remember what he wore that day. I watched him walk in to the middle school, his last year there. He carried his football equipment, his new black backpack, and a sense of confidence. He walked with his shoulders back, with a happy stride. I was sad - but really, really proud of this boy who is growing up.
Today, I took Tripp to school. Eli went to school. That just left me with Emma - for now.
Today, she asked me for cuddle time. We cuddled. I brushed her hair back from her face. I look at how the shape of her face is changing, her hair is growing, her arms and legs are getting longer, more rounded like a big girl. Her attitude is moving toward that of a big girl. She thinks about things. I was sad, but happy - all at the same time.
This morning, as I went to wake Tripp up for school, I lay in his bed with him. I noticed that his fingers have lost their chubby-ness, his face is thinner. I whispered to him to wake him up. I told him that it was his first school day. He was a big boy. And we said a school day prayer. Without opening his eyes, he turned over and wrapped his little arms around my neck. I kissed his soft cheeks and I thought about the first time I held him, of the many hours that I spent rocking him. I was sad, but happy - all at the same time.
This week, Eli started 8th grade. As I dropped him off at the front door, I thought about his first day of kindergarten - about how I walked him in, hugged him and kissed his little cheeks (always both sides) before I left. I remember what he wore that day. I watched him walk in to the middle school, his last year there. He carried his football equipment, his new black backpack, and a sense of confidence. He walked with his shoulders back, with a happy stride. I was sad - but really, really proud of this boy who is growing up.
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