Quote of the Week

The fact is, that to do anything in the world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in and scramble through as well as we can.

Robert Cushing

Picture of the Week

This is Joey and I in November 2000.  We had taken our first trip together to visit (and in my case, meet) his family.  In this picture we are at his Aunt Ann's house and I can't get over how ridiculously young and skinny we both are.

We'll See

Since Grace's return from Kentucky I'm trying to get her back into the routine of sleeping in her own bed all night, by herself.  Last night she was upset as I was trying to leave her so she said, "Will you sleep with me tomorrow mommy?" tears and all.  Trying not to upset her further, but knowing that wasn't going to happen I replied "We'll see."

"No mommy! Don't say 'we'll see'!  That means you won't do it!" my smarty pants little lady replied.  Uh oh.  She has me figured out.  I ended up telling her we were going swimming tonight after we got home and she had to have enough rest for it, which calmed her down and she eventually went to sleep.  After she was pulling her socks off her feet and her hand got flung into the wall behind hurting her 'fumb'.  It was a long night.  But we're getting there.

*She has also taken to not wanting to wear pajamas to bed. Or anything else except her pull up.  I know this wasn't something she picked up at my in-laws so I'm not sure where she got this idea.  I just go along with it.  I mean really, what is it hurting.

The Proposal (part deux)

On Friday July 2 I checked my e-mail to find one from my mother's boyfriend.  It was to my sisters and I letting us know that he intended to ask mom to marry him in the not so distant future.  I thought it nice that he did that, and also appropriate that he wasn't asking our permission.  They are grown ups after all.  My sisters and I responded that we had expected that for a while and were happy them.  I also made the minor request to avoid tax season as a time for the wedding.

That evening I got a phone call from mom.  We chatted about our upcoming vacations (me to Kentucky and she to Canada) for a bit, and of course the kids.  Then she somewhat shyly said that she thought Pete was going to ask her to marry him while they were on vacation.  I had to stifle a laugh as I remembered the e-mail I received earlier that day.  She told me how she thought it would happen and I had to monitor my responses to not give anything away.  We hung up with the promise that she would call if anything happened.

Thursday evening of the next week I got "the call."  Pete had asked her to marry him that day as they took a break from kayaking (not at all what her scenario to me had been).  She sounded very giddy as she described the ring to me (diamond with a solitaire on each side), and reassured me they probably wouldn't do it during tax season. 

All in all, I'm very happy for them and will pray in the meantime that if I'm a part of the wedding I won't have to wear a bouffant dress.

An Apology and a Congratulations

I wanted to apologize to my mother and her fiance Pete for the post earlier today.  I did not mean it as it came across, only as a way to explain the akwardness of my mother moving on with life following my father's death.

I am truly happy for them and wish them a happy, healthy, long marriage (which seems like a no brainer since they've been so happy together so far).  Congratulations.

Ode to the Birthday Boy

Today my Logan turns seven.  Unbelievable. 

My Logan is

sweet

 funny

smart

creative

impatient

protective

lovable

energetic

kind

rambunctious

and many other things I can't put into words.

I am so lucky.

Happy Birthday baby boy.

Quote of the Week

The aim of education should be to teach us how to think, rather than what to think.

James Beattie