Ah Ha! I found it!

My camera cord that is!  I havn't been able to download my pictures to the computer for over a month now.  I knew the cord that I needed was some where in some box packed up by someone.... oh the joys of moving!!

TJ's sister Kelly and her husband Andy

the perfect summer picture, I think.

TJ sold his boat.  We were all sad to see it go.

My dad retired from his job and his coworkers cut off his tie!

We all surprised him on his last day at work and went out to lunch! 

Lots of good memories from our front porch!

The sweetest thumb sucker I know.

We went out to the Vacek's lake one sunny day and had so much fun!

Making my last Sunday pie at our house before moving!

Thomas went canoing with a friend and had a ball!


Change is good.

This past week flew by.  As I sit here, one week after moving, I almost can't believe it's done.  We have boxed everything up, loaded up truck after truck, had movers carry each piece of furniture, rolled every glass in newspaper, went through every piece of clothing, sheets, blankets, and coats deciding where they should end up, examined every little item that was found underneath beds, and cleaned out every bathroom down to every tiny little hair rubber band.  GONE.  My packing method started off super.  Boxes were labeled with contents that went together all rolled up in newspaper. By the last few days I was just scooping up what was left in the house and throwing it into a box or bag!

I'm not super keen on change.  I like our routines, schedules, daily tasks, weekly events.  I think I  create life for lifeless objects.  Like our house for example.  That place housed our life and gave us a spot to grow as a family.  It's real to me.  During the weeks of packing, I would envision myself standing hugging the front door, tears streaming down my face as we pulled out of the driveway for the last time.  We would all be together in Sherman as a family, waving our goodbye's to the trusty Blanchard Boulevard home.  I thought of the pictures I would take.  One last shot of the kids here...
Funny how different it goes that what we envision sometimes!  Turns out, there would be no hugging, no tears, no waving, no pictures.  I didn't even make it back into the house to walk through the empty rooms for one last look, or to acknowledge that this was my last time here.  I hurriedly left with a load to take to the new house thinking that I would get over sometime in the next two days to clean it all before the closing on Friday.  Nope. Never happened.  I am so grateful for TJ's mom who insisted that she would clean for us.  What a gift that was!  And just like that, our transition was complete.  A new home houses our life.  And it is so good. 

I almost feel like we have lived here forever as crazy as that sounds!  This new home is so perfect for us.  In one week we have cleaned, moved furniture and put away most of our stuff.  I had a week long meditation going on inside my head while cleaning.  Thank you Blessed Mother Theresa!  Let me explain.  As I dug into cleaning the kitchen, bathrooms, fridge, carpets....I was trying so hard not to complain about what a nasty job it was.  I gave myself a challenge of quietly offering up any disgusting job I was doing instead of grumpily saying disgusting a gazillion times.  Oh, I had good intentions!  I  just couldn't keep my mouth shut!  Finally as I was cleaning the fridge and mentally insulting the previous owners for letting something drip all down the back of the fridge...it came to me.  Beautiful Mother Theresa.  I thought of the dying people lying on the streets that she would cradle in her arms.  I thought of the disgusting, puss oozing sores that she would touch and bandage, never letting the words nasty, gross or disgustiong slip form her lips.  It made cleaning the spilled barbecue sauce seem not as bad.  Through out the rest of the week I was at least aware of how silly I was being as I was pouting over the dog hair I was trying to get out of the carpet.  And because things aren't perfect in this house (it was built in 1961) I somehow feel less inclined to clean it so well, or have it perfect.  This is a great house for us to live in.  I'm so ready to continue our life here, so close to church, school, and friends.



another successful school year! 

The kids came home on the last day of school to a fun celebration complete with the cerimonial covering of oneself in shaving cream.  Something that TJ did as a kid!

Today you are Ten

You turned ten years old today.  May 23, 2002 was the day that you changed me.  At 5:49 pm I was no longer a twenty four year old newlywed.  A new title was bestowed upon me.  Mom.  And from that moment on, ten years later, we have been together.  You gave me the gift that I had always wanted and hoped for.  The gift of having children.

Today was an exciting day for you.  You woke up to your breakfast in bed, and presents.  You LOVE this birthday tradition more than any of your brothers or sisters I think.  I knew you were awake, but pretended to still be sleeping when we walked in singing!  You have such a love for our family traditions and your EXCELLENT memory won't let us forget any of them.  

You were so darling with the simple presents you got.  Magnifying glasses, bird field guide and a snorkel mask and flippers were enough to make you happy!  Thank you for sharing them with George.  I know it's hard to share new things that you just have gotten, and I know that he asks continuously to see them.  His persistent asking even irritates me.  Thank you for showing him patience.  I will remind George of what a great big brother he has, and hope that he will be the same way with Pete.

Your new thing as of late is to use a magnifying glass to start a fire. ( A very small fire of course, and completely supervised.)  I have to admit when you used this new big one, I was so shocked and quite amazed at how quickly you started a fire.  You are awesome! 

We gave you a ten dollar bill at dinner time and you received other money this year for your birthday.  You were so excited at the prospect of getting to spend your own money.  You rarely ever have a big chunk of money to spend however you like.  Pop took you to the store.  He called me to share what a delima you were in trying to decide between golf clubs or a Captain America toy.  You had been saying all day that you probably would like a toy, and then I'm sure you got tot the store and saw the new set of clubs and heard them calling your name!   In the end, the toy won and I'm so glad that it did.  You are still a kid.  I want you to stay this age forever.