Wednesday, August 26, 2015

My Baby...


My baby is 9
Yep, almost a decade old.
I. cannot. believe it.
And in other ways I soooo can believe it.
As I have mentioned numerous times I have been mothering young children for over 2 decades and I have another decade left. 
That is a long time! 
It is at times very overwhelming, but it doesn't change the fact that when I think it has been 9 years since I held that perfect precious bundle in my arms it just doesn't seem possible.

He is still so precious.

It is so different being a mother of your last baby then your first.
I have changed so much.

If he doesn't want what we are eating for dinner then that is just fine.  I make him something else.
If he wants to eat before dinner then totally fine too.
Whatever he wants to wear is great.
I unfortunately forget to keep track of the amount of screen time he gets as well.
If we are all staying up late then I forget to put him to bed.  Imagine me forgetting to put a child to bed.  Unless you know me you don't understand the magnitude of this statement.
Everything is a hand me down right down to his Halloween costumes and figured out 5 minutes before school starts.
He doesn't do all the sports my big boys did.  I actually feel really guilty about this one
My older kids were still watching "Dragon Tales" at his age while I really have no clue what he is watching.  It's just whatever is on the t.v. the older kids are watching.
All the little things throughout the day that used to be a big deal to me just aren't anymore.
The list of things I used to care about and now I don't is a mile long.

Some good and some bad...

The things I still care about is short but have been whittled down and are the most important to me.
I care that he goes to church and learns to love Jesus. I care that he knows his Heavenly Father loves him.
He is a cherished spirit and I don't know how I got so lucky to raise him and be his mother.I thank my lucky stars every single day that he was entrusted to me and I would die protecting him.
I care that he knows that he is a gift to anybody that has the pleasure of knowing him.
I care that he is kind and that he is a friend and he remembers the golden rule.
I care that he is respectful of his peers and adults.
I care that he knows how important family is and that at the end of the day...family is everything.
I care that he loves life.
Not in it's easiness but in it's challenges.
I want him to be able to pick himself up despite it's hard knocks and try again.
I care that he laughs and is able to see the funny in situations because then it is easier to pick yourself up after the hard knocks.
I care that he loves and has compassion for himself and others.
I want him to be a kind human that contributes and works hard on this planet.  That life isn't fair and you need to be the boss of yourself and make things happen. In the end it is his life and he has to own up to the decisions he has made.

Hopefully by the time the little fellow is 18 and leaving the house I will have taught him this stuff.
Right now it will be between us reading " Harry Potter"
his video gaming,
playing with his sister,
telling me about cats and incredibly gross organisms that live on the earth,
playing legos
reading his books
eating cheese quesadillas and vanilla ice cream
and snuggles.

How am I so lucky?
I love nine year old boys...

I love you Charles Eran...Happy Birthday!!










The birthday party consisted of this group and Six Flags Marine World.  Charlie's favorite place
 and eating at In and Out his favorite restaurant.
We had a total blast introducing Jed to Goliath...his first huge roller coaster.



















Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Love the Fourth...

There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is right with America.” — Bill Clinton


There is so much right in this country.
The fourth of July is our time to celebrate the good ole" USA... and if there is one thing we do really well around here, it is that we celebrate really well. In fact I think celebrating is my favorite. Kind of like smiling is Elf's favorite. We love the fourth around here quite a bit and I thing the fourth is my favorite too. So celebrating the fourth is for reals my favorite. Wait... I think I say that every time I am writing about a holiday. 

But for reals I think it is.
  

Tom and I are creatures of habit and all our holidays don't deviate much year to year. I like to say we are strong in our traditions.  Traditions are important right? The only thing that changes is if we have guests or not.  This year we didn't.  :(
Our day goes like this...  
We go for a run

We hurry home fix a big breakfast and eat it in the backyard.  

We gather everybody's bikes and since we are in a hurry all the bike tires are flat and we have to pump up every tire.This takes time and now we are in a bigger hurry but after what seems like we have been in the driveway for the better of three hours we are ready to go and we ride our bikes down the trail to the Danville parade.  This is my personal highlight and as I was wearing a red, white and blue dress this year (dang I don't have a picture of myself...I will see if Tom has one because it's important for the visual) and I was on my red beach cruiser, with a flag coming out of the basket, I had several people comment on my patriotism..haha 

Then we watch the parade...perfect temp this year btw.
Extra special too because our Benjamin was in the parade.
His Rugby team "The Oaks"were the national champs this year.  I know seriously...the best in the whole stinkin country.  
It is just so amazing and cool and fantastic and wonderful.
So they got there very own truck in the parade. ;)  I was so excited and I was taking so many pictures that I caused quite a scene. Good thing it wasn't just me flipping out but Tom as well.  He took some of the crazy off of me because it was a toss up of who was more excited.

Then we have a huge barbecue at our house and it is so. much. fun. 
We swim and make home made ice cream and we talk and we laugh and we sweat because it is so hot and I love it so much.  This year we had Miller's, Keysors, Christensen's and of course John and Ann.  I don't even have one picture because in the chaos I forgot all about my camera and that does not happen very often.  But it did and now I don't have a picture. 

After all of our friends leave John and Ann and our family go in search of fireworks.
Sometimes we are lucky. 
 Last year we saw them going off in Berkeley behind us and in front of us as we were driving across the bay bridge...Amazing.
This year we weren't lucky and we saw like 1 in the way way distance and we really tried to find more but to no avail but we were still happy because we think we are funny and no one else does shenanigans like we do.  I mean you have to be nuts/funny to start driving into the city at 10:00 with no plan and hoping to see fireworks. 
But it was just so much fun....I mean just the best and I feel so lucky and I went to bed thinking how much is right with America.
I am so blessed.


We went to Carmel for a couple of days before the 4rth and we drove home late on the July 3rd.
Ella and Ann were at girls camp so it was just John, Tom, Ben, Charlie and me.
Just me and the boys. :)
  





I love this...I stared at it and I really want this to be my honey and me.

Missing his playmate Ella.  They fight hard and they play hard but oh he was sad without her.


Finally a man started blowing bubbles...




Ella and Ann got home from girls camp late July 3rd.  We both got to our house at like 11:00

Our small town Danville parade where there are no floats...  just cars, tractors, policeman, trucks...you know things like that. 
But they chuck lots of candy.






Cue yelling and screaming because there is my Ben.







Here are the keysors girls with my kiddos.

Did I say how great these last few days were?

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Another End...

Aaand that's a wrap....

Once you are a mom your seasons aren't really winter,spring, summer, and fall.
They are simply the school year and summer. 
Those have been my seasons for somewhere around 17 years.
There are no words in the dictionary to explain the elation, joy, and overall fantastic relief when I ride my bike home on the last day of school.

I am yelling yipppee at the top of my lungs.
Buh Bye Rancho Romero Elementary school, Stone Valley Middle and San Ramon High.
Buh bye homework and ding dong projects, early mornings and teacher conferences.
I will not miss you one bit.
Helloooo sleeping in, no schedules, long bike rides, constant swimming and picnics.

So much better....

But there are a few highlights that are worth documenting at the elementary school level because school stops being fun after that.;)


#1
The Rancho Romero Spring Sing
Because 2nd graders singing are funny


See the little girl picking her nose? That's funny


#2
Rancho Romero Back to School night
Because going to the science room 17 years in a row isn't enough.

Also take a look at Charlie's Polar Bear habitat that Tom made with him.  Yes, I don't do any of the kids school arts projects... that is not in my job description.  I stink at them and Tom is amazing. I mean c'mon look at the blood from the polar bear eating the seal.  
Charlie was thrilled.




#3
Rancho Romero's End of the School Carnival
Because it is the end of the school year and it is a carnival.

This is the highlight of Charlie's young life.
We were leaving the carnival and we were about 15 yards away and Charlie looks at me with his expressive eyes and says, "I can't wait for next years carnival."
Now that's right up there with Christmas excitement.






He is just soooo pleased with the prizes he turned in for his tickets.

This is the only thing that I will miss...riding my bike to school with my favorite pal.
We look for cats.  That is Charlie's favorite animal.
Charlie tells me stories. 
One time this year Charlie cut in front of me and I wiped out.  It's like being a kid all over again.

I know I don't have this to look forward much longer because Charlie graduated from me picking him up after school.  Why do they have to grow up?





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