Making a promise to myself

I met up with a very dear friend for lunch yesterday afternoon. I hadn't seen her in over three years. Yet the moment we sat down and started talking, it felt like barely any time had passed since I had seen her last. We got to talking about our blogs and how difficult it is to make the time to actually write anymore. Having a couple kids running around on a daily basis makes it difficult to carve out writing time.

But I realized something as we were discussing it. I've always had such a hard time writing in my blog because I've always had that small part of me that was writing for other people, not myself. I always felt the need to be clever in my words and exciting in my stories. And you know what? Sometimes my life just isn't that exciting. Sometimes it is completely and unbearably monotonous. Such is the life of a stay at home mom I suppose.  But because of this, I never wanted to write in my blog because I was just too exhausted trying to come up with ideas before I even began.

So I'm making a promise to only myself - I will begin blogging again. I will stop putting so much thought into it and just write from my heart. Someday I will look back on this blog and it will bring me back to this wonderful time in our life. A time when our boys were young, energetic, fun, curious, frustrating, exciting, and silly.

I'm starting with once a week. I can do this.

Hello First Grade!

I suppose now that it's already the month of November, I can say that I am officially the proud mom of a first grader. I put that in bold because I will have to read that sentence about twenty times over before I can truly believe it. Yes, Jackson started the first grade on September 5th, 2012. The emotions I experienced were actually very unexpected. I went through the entire summer excited for him and getting everything prepared for him. It wasn't until we attended the open house the night before that everything suddenly hit me. My little boy is no longer my baby. He is truly a big kid. When did that happen? How did it happen so darn fast?

Needless to say, I was a complete and utter wreck the night before. I ended up calling my mom and sobbing on the phone for about thirty minutes. It had hit me that he was going to get on his very first school bus the next morning. That he was going to a school with hundreds of other kids in different grade levels. That he was a real part of the public school system now. Yikes. Was he ready for this? Would he be okay?

Thankfully my fears didn't rub off on my boy. He woke up the morning of school with the brightest smile on his face. He anticipated this new year with so much joy, it made my heart soar. We made sure his tummy was full with a healthy breakfast, got him dressed in his cool new clothes, and we walked down to the bus stop for the first time ever. As I watched him stand in line with the other kids, I just smiled to myself. We've had our struggles with him, that's definitely an understatement. But as I watched him, I realized something. We've done good. We're still doing good. He's such a great kid and I'm proud of myself and Eric as parents. Now to prepare myself for the time to be on warp speed - we have an elementary school student now.

 

 

Fall has come and gone.

Over the last couple years, I've noticed that I have a difficult time transitioning into a new season. This fall for instance. The leaves started to change colors, the air began feeling crisp and cool - yet my mind was still stuck in summer mode. By the time my brain finally adjusted to it being fall, Halloween was already over and snow was getting ready to fall. Now I'm having to switch into winter mode. I guess it's because it seems that time is going quicker each year. Is that part of getting older? Or is it that I'm so insanely busy with two boys that I don't even have a moment to notice the time that is passing?

We did have a really great fall though. We started out with an amazing photo shoot with our very talented brother-in-law. I was blown away by the shots he got, especially of our beautiful boys. I'm working on getting a wall arrangement up in our living room right now with a lot of those pictures! The boys and I did a couple fun baking sessions involving pumpkin. And finally, we did our annual trip to the pumpkin patch to pick out our pumpkins. That was such a wonderful day. The weather was impeccable. Jackson and Charlie had a blast running through the pumpkin patch, attempting to find their perfect pumpkins. Eric and I enjoyed standing back and soaking in that wonderful family time.

Pictures tell more than words!

A year gone by.

One. Whole. Year. I haven't updated this blog in an entire year. I just can't believe a year has actually passed. Time goes way too fast, doesn't it?

I'm back. I'm making a promise to myself to dedicate time to this blog for the simple reason of knowing many years down the road, I will cherish the memories that are documented here.

Now I must take a moment to figure out where I can even begin!

Kindergarten has arrived.

Yup, it's official - I am now the mom to a Kindergartner. Hold on just a minute. How is that even possible? Wasn't he just this little baby? Heck, wasn't he just a pre-schooler? I can't even begin to understand how this is happening. But you know what? It's an amazing feeling to watch your child line up at his classroom when the bell rings and slowly walk into the room. It's an amazing feeling to know that he's there for six hours and learning something new every day. It's an amazing feeling to see him run up to me at the end of the school day with the brightest smile on Earth.



I have a feeling this year is going to bring some drastic changes in my boy. I can't wait for every minute of it.

My little graduate

Okay, okay - I know I have been MIA for the past couple of months. I'm not sure what happens, but I seem to get so busy that I just don't have the motivation to sit down and write out a post. Funny, because how difficult could it possibly be to sit down with my laptop in the evening while watching TV and write something?!? I will try harder, I promise.

So the big news of the week - I officially have a kindergartner! Yes, Jackson has graduated from Pre-K. I still can't understand how it's even possible. What happened to my little baby boy? I watched him during the "ceremony" and couldn't get over how much he has grown up, especially over the past year. He is becoming such an amazing little man.

Kindergarten. Wow.

The Way You Look Tonight

Ever since Jackson was a little baby boy, we have always had a pretty steady bedtime routine. Go potty, brush his teeth, read a story, say prayers, and sing songs while getting a back scratch. For as long as I can remember, I have sung "Oh Mr. Sun" and "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Recently I decided to change it up a little and sing some different songs. So now I sing "Jesus Loves Me" and "The Way You Look Tonight." Yep, I'm singing an old Fred Astaire song to my son every night! I actually remember singing it to him when he was a newborn and he was crying nonstop one day - the second I started singing that one song, he would instantly go quiet and look me in the eyes until I was done. It was amazing. So it's been fun to revisit that memory while singing it to him. And guess what? He loves it again. It's almost as if he remembers it.

Last night while singing to him, he did something that I'll never forget. He looked up at me and started singing along. He did all the sign language that he's learned at church for "Jesus Loves Me" - but the best part was when he actually started singing along with "The Way You Look Tonight." I almost started crying because it was beyond cute. Within that moment, I realized just how much he has grown up. No longer my little baby boy, but now my little man.

I need to remember to cherish our song time every single night. There will come a day when he will tell me he's too old to sing songs together and I know I will feel my heart break a little.