A great time is in our future.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
When I was pregnant with John, Randy made all sorts of new rules and standards of how we were going to raise our son. Randy said John would never sleep with us, we would have to have at least one weekend every month without John, at least two weeks out of the year we would go on vacation without John, all doctor visits would be up too me, John would be homeschooled, and we had to have a date night every week.
Once John was born I took over and embraced the role of Motherhood. I really didn’t ask Randy to do anything except run little errands for me…the “rules” had been laid out before hand. I was okay with whatever Randy wanted because the desire of my heart had been answered. What I didn’t expect was the heart transplant that occurred in Randy on that hot August afternoon in 2007. I first noticed in the delivery room when they placed that big beautiful baby boy in his arms. I have never seen Randy’s face looked like it did…it was so sweetly amazing. The next two weeks after John’s birth we were getting into a routine. Randy was very good at helping me…then one afternoon as I was about to give John his bottle Randy looked at me and asked “can I give him the bottle?” Everything changed that day. Randy went from being a Father to becoming a Daddy. I will never forget Randy looking at me and saying “these things are so cool…when can we have another one?” And shortly after that day I overheard Randy tell someone “I expected to love my son but I didn’t expect to be “in love” with him”
Randy & John seriously became inseparable. All the “rules, standards, and the way things are going to be” went out the front door. Except the homeschool thing.I really thought the “homeschool” thing would be an after thought. I mean, everything else did. Randy and I have NEVER left John overnight expect one time when he was about 18 months old and it was Valentine’s/my birthday. We let John stay with my folks but neither one of us got any sleeping because we were wondering what John was doing…was he sleeping, was he keeping Mama & PaPa up – it just didn’t feel right. And now everything we do we want our little hares with us. Oh…and Pediatrician visits?!? Randy goes EVERYTIME!
Friday, March 8, 2013
First grade was a fun year for me. (top row, 1st on the right) First grade was the first time to have a “real” friend. Her name was Amanda Good – 2nd row, 2nd from the left. Amanda now lives in Louisiana, married and has a beautiful young son. It cracks me up looking at all these little people and seeing where we are today – thanks Facebook. Now we are all “40 something” working as photographer, teachers, police officers, military officers, Fathers, Mothers, and GRANDPARENTS! Where has time gone?
I went through school with almost everyone in this picture except the little boy on the 1st row, 1st chair on the left. I wonder what happened to him? He was not at our school long. I remember he got into trouble many times and I felt sorry for him.
A memory that really makes me laugh from First grade was my teacher. When school started her name was Miss Edgar but during the school year she got married and her name changed to Mrs. Stovall. I refused to call her by her “new” name…I remember thinking – who changes their last name? “I am Light and will forever be a Light!”
2nd grade.That was my most favorite grade of all time. My most favorite teacher was Mrs. Bish and I loved her so. She taught me the joy of reading – Boxcar Children. I wish I could find her today and thank her for all her effort, kindness, and spirit. This is the year I met my Christin. She was not in the same class but she protected me from the mean Russ Rosser (class bully) on the playground.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
I had in mind this one picture I wanted to post but I could not find it?!?! I hate that when that happens. However; the reward for me was a trip down Tina-lane.
I love looking at old photos. I still print almost all my photos of my little hares and have them in shoe boxes…only cause it’s fun to dig through them every now and again. Randy doesn’t get it…he thinks I am wasting money.
As I was looking over childhood memories all I am filled with is love. My parents and brothers gave me a very loving childhood.
Between 2 – 4 in these photos.Through the years…Here’s my chicken George. She lived about 15 years which is amazing for the life of a chicken. I “boycotted” chicken the entire time she lived. When we first moved to “the country” I had to have a garden!My folks always took me on fun vacations – Opryland!I didn’t like “the country” at first – Mom said I cried and wanted to go back to the city. It didn’t take me long to adjust and realized I had lots of room to run and play!Look at my Momma! Va-Va-Voom baby!This was 1993…20 years ago. How can that be?
As I started looking through all my memories with John by my side he asked if this cute little girl in the pictures could come over and play sometime. That made me smile…and cry a little. It brought great joy to see my little hares in myself in some of these picture.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Friday.Family.Fun.Fhoto – is back.
I was looking through my blog book and remembered how I use to post an old family photo on Friday and how much I loved going back down memory lane.
This picture is an oldie but goodie. I am sure I have shared this picture and story before. I love this memory.
I think the photo is 1983 or 1984 - Summertime in the hills of West Virginia. The little community where my folks are from built a new fancy swimming pool that year. My parents came up with the idea to “rent” the pool for a family reunion/party for the family. What seemed like all my family came and chipped in money for the pool and everyone brought food. It was so much fun.
One of the funniest moments happened before the party.
When my parents arrived and my Daddy got out of the car I thought “my daddy has lost his mind!”There he was…going to the swimming pool in his cowboy hat (typical – you never seen him without his hat), no shirt (also typical…he never wore a shirt in the summer time), his swimming trunks, and I wish you could see him wearing his cowboy boots! Notice his chest, face, and arms are a nice brown…however his legs are a pasty white! This is my only memory of my Daddy swimming or wearing shorts.
Everyone thought it was such a hoot! I was not embarrassed…I learned at a young age if he thought he was embarrassing you then he would really harass you – all in love and kindness. Daddy was the “talk” of the party. Daddy has away of making us laugh…Mom says that’s the reason she married him – he could make her laugh.
So today as I carry on with the routine of life if you catch me daydreaming you will know what I am dreaming about. I want to go back to that day. All my family together, the fun, the laughter, and the FOOD!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Last week was a crazy week – it involved three doctors appointments, snow day, Valentine’s day, a field trip to the airport, my birthday, and now a sinus infection. I am so happy next week looks open…sort of.
Monday was a usual day for us. Christina has gymnastics in the morning and John has swimming lessons in the afternoon with school somewhere in the middle. I wish I could say Christina loves gymnastics but that’s not the case. I am not sure if it’s the early class time or the coach trying to tell her what to do. Needless to say…we left class early this week. As John and I drove to Canyon for his swim lesson his teachers called me to cancel. I was actually sort of glad…I had a ton of errands I needed to take care of.
I had three early morning doctor appointments on Tuesday. I was bummed to leave the house since it was snowing but one appointment was critical and since I was already out I decided to get it done! Here’s a picture of the beautiful snow from Dr. Usala’s office. We received around 5 inches. It was so pretty but it didn’t stick around.
On Wednesday my Mom took me and my little hares out to lunch and we went shopping. She bought me two pairs of blue jeans (much needed!) for my birthday.
They had a fun craft to create. One of the Moms brought her salad rinser/spinner gizmo, put a small paper plate in the spinner, added some red, black, and white paint, and then let the children press the spinner. Pretty Pie could not wait for her turn! She loved it! Her plate was actually so cute! Her plate was the only one that made a heart pattern. Such a fun idea!
John made me the sweetest heart for Valentine’s. He worked over thirty minutes on this project. It means so much to me because John is not a huge fan of crafts such as coloring, cutting, or gluing. This made my day. I actually taped it to my cabinet in the kitchen. John reminds me constantly if I want to know how much he loves me just look at his heart.John and Daddy also bought me “sparkly” roses for Valentine’s Day. I did feel the love!
I scheduled a field trip to the airport for our homeschool group for Friday, February 8th – over 150 parents/students signed up! So we had to divide up the group into two days – the 8th and the 15th. We had 82 people on the 8th! My good friend Carrie and fellow homeschool Mom volunteered to “head up” the group on the 15th but it was some sort of crazy on the 8th that I could not “drop” that on her…so John got to tour the airport twice. Of course the second time around he really thought he was qualified enough to host the tour himself!After the airport/fire station tour Randy met me & the little hares for lunch with some good friends. Once I got my belly full I came home and took a long nap with my little hares snuggled in tight! I had an excellent birthday. I got new jeans, charms for my Pandora bracelet, awesome cake pops, a new purse with matching wallet, a pair of my favorite sunglasses, flowers from my brother & sister, and a sweet figurine of a Momma hare with a little boy hare from John. However….My most favorite gift this year was not a material item…it was a gift of character, responsibility, grace, and love.
Earlier in the week my little hares and I met up with some of our homeschool friends for a play date. During the play time the kids were playing tag and running around like kids do. Christina was doing her best to keep up and was very excited to be apart of the group. As the kids were playing John told them “you need to watch out for Christina – she is small and delicate”. One of the children told John “that baby is not going to play with us!” And another child agreed. At that point John sort of stuck his chest out and said “well…that baby is my little sister and if she can’t play – well than I can’t play either!’ John grabbed Christina’s hand and went to play in another area with her. My heart swelled. I had to swallow my tears of pride and joy. I asked the Lord right then to let that be my birthday gift from Him – for my little hares to always love each other, take up for each other, defend each other, and always know the bond they share started the day they came into each other’s life. It was the sweetest moment. Thank you Father on Heaven for such a sweet moment. I will forever cherish it and never forget the day my son took up for my daughter.