Thursday, August 25, 2011

I love this boy so very much.  He gets left behind a lot.  Not literally of course, he's always with me, but he's always dragged from one place to the next -- taking Jackson to school or karate or to a playmate; with me to the post office, the thrift store to search for props, meetings at school, coffee dates with friends, etc.  He's so affable most of the time, too.  In 2 weeks he starts Pre-K and I'm so ready for him to have his "thing" to go to.  I was blessed by his calm and his sweetness and his ease at adapting.  I hope the same holds true when school starts up.  In a blink he's a big boy and ready to forge his own way.  Bring it on little man!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

This kid started 2nd grade last week.  Seriously.  2nd Grade!  
His teacher is Ms. Hanni (his school calls everyone by first name), and she is sweet and smart and beautiful and kind.  The perfect combination for a teacher if you ask me!  He thinks she's the bees-knees (my words, not his), and he's thrilled to be back with his friends paling around and having fun and learning.  Apparently he thinks the spelling homework for 2nd grade is for the birds (my words, not his -- what's with the animal analogies?), but he's a smarty-pants so I don't think spelling is going to give him a problem anyway.  His biggest dilemma so far is -- buying lunch or taking lunch in his transformers lunchbox.  Ahhh, to be 7.

And just for the record, it wasn't so long ago when this was his first day of daycare..., who IS that girl?? She looks about 12.  A 12 year old with a baby.  And baby weight.  But still, 12 I tell ya.  Oh yeah, and I sure do miss that house...

Thursday, August 04, 2011

The Gift

So our 10 year anniversary isn't the only anniversary going on in our house - Shawn just rounded out his 5th year at his job.  I'm beyond proud of him, and honestly, I admire his every day for going out to work while I'm home with our children.  It's a tough, long day for him, and then he's home to yelling children, messy house and more often than not uncooked dinner.  He takes it all in stride.  As a "thank you!" for 5 years his company offers a 5 Year Gift to employees.  The gift is their choice; they choose from a catalogue of items.  He mentioned it briefly last week, and may have thrown out the idea that he could choose a watch or a really kick-ass flashlight... 'cause nothing says "thanks!" like a flashlight!

Last night the doorbell rang around 7pm.  We figured it was the nearby neighbor kid who is ALWAYS ringing our doorbell, day and night, Christmas and holidays included, even though it was raining cats and dogs last night.  It wasn't him.  It was Fed Ex delivering Shawn's 5 year gift.  I didn't even notice him open it.  Then he walks over to me with a jewelry box and says "do you like these?" He holds out a beautiful pair of silver double-hoop earrings.  He chose a gift for me for his 5 year gift.  I was flabbergasted.  It was a terribly sweet gesture, and I felt like I had to share with my general reading public because it was too kind of an act not to shout out over the blogosphere.  How amazing is that fella, I ask you?!