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2014-15 Fall School Year Pictures
Austin is a Senior this year!
Ellie & Marcus are in Kindergarten!
(How did that happen?!)
This is not the first thing that I have written to you nor do I intend it will be the last. Recently, one of my favorite authors posted a blog about his writing to his son, you can read it here, it prompted me to try and spend some more time doing the same.
The tricky part here is always how or where to begin. So I think tonight I will start with my eldest.
I know that right now you think that I am mad or unhappy with you. Untrue. You think that I didn’t enjoy having you and Fia here this summer. Also, untrue. I love you and Fia with all my heart and loved having you here. Part of me wants you here always so I can take care of you. But another part of me knows that you need to do your own thing now. I worry about you a lot. I don’t think some of your choices are the best – but I am making that determination from afar and with limited reliable data. I hope that you and Fia are thriving and happy. I hope that someday soon you’ll feel like you can come see me. You will always be my little girl… no matter what you do or who you are with (or what I think of them). Just don’t let anyone marginalize you or mistreat you or treat you like less than the beautiful girl that you are. Remember, Moms’ always love their daughters come hell or high water.
To my middle child… you have a frustrating sense of humor that I don’t always get and consequently I react in all the wrong ways. You remind me so much of my Dad or my brothers in some of the things that you say – it really makes me laugh and smile. You remind me of my Grandpa sometimes when I look at you. You and your baby brother have that image in common. Sometimes it makes me want to cry. I think a lot now about you going off to college, because I know you are smart enough to do it. I think how I just don’t know how I will do without you here. I’ve never told you this because I guess it was something that I didn’t want to admit or maybe that I thought would show weakness where I couldn’t afford it or maybe people would view it as selfish or wrong somehow. But the truth is that for the last 15 years you have been my rock… my sticking point… my inspiration. When I felt things were at their absolute worst you always brought me back from the brink. I’m sure you never realized it but you always grounded me. Maybe because it was only you and me in a sense… your Dad was never there and so you were 100% mine from day one and you gave me the unconditional love that I needed to keep going and I never had to share it with anyone. I’m not doing a very good job of putting it into words; just know that you are my light. I hope that when you are off making your way in the world you’ll think to call your Mom once in a while. I love you, Austina-ballerina. Now clean your room! (-;
Now we come to my second life and double-trouble. There are 12 years between you two and your big brother, whew! I had started writing a book of how you came to be and it is half finished somewhere here on my computer. Today though, my twin-kies, you are just three years old. You fill the halls with laughter and nonsense and everyone needs that in their life. I learned a lot about parenting from your brother and sister but not nearly enough to claim I have a clue. You both surprise me every single day with things you do or say.
My Monkey, you are the master mimic right now. And no matter how many times you do it, I will always laugh when you ask me if I am ‘ready to arm’. You are an unstoppable force and some days I worry that if you bump your head in the same place one more time you will have a permanent bruise! You tried to take your Gramma out with a hot wheel this summer… you’re definitely a little firecracker! You are loving and kind and full of hugs and kisses. And not unlike your big brother, when you think you’ve hit on something that gets a laugh you tend to repeat it a lot. You are my precious little man and I love you.
My Princess you are the queen bee of the hive around here and frequently run your big brother ragged. The other day you wanted something and I said I didn’t have the money and you informed me it was in my purse. When I said I didn’t have enough you said that we needed to get some more then. When I asked you where, you said to look in my pockets! You have a little head wag and attitude and that defies me and makes me worry about what kind of trouble I have to look forward to. You are smart and talkative – I love the way that you make up little stories when you are playing with your ponies and buffalos and other dolls. You play along with my silly jokes on your ‘stinky’ brothers which is great. You are a beauty who will break a million hearts and I love you!
That’s all for tonight. I will try to make a habit of this so all the unsaid things get said.
I had started crocheting a baby blanket for my soon-to-be grand-baby. (from Katey)
Austin laughs and says “Geez Mom, you’re in full-on Granny mode!” (my Mom is constantly knitting, sewing, etc)
I respond with a sigh, “Maybe I’ll have it done by the time you have a baby.” (as of this writing the baby better be extremely skinny)
To which he adamantly replies “I’m never having kids!”
And I say “Well… when your wife has a baby.”
Austin – “No way, Mom! I’m not ever having kids!”
Me – “Why not?” (and I was asking seriously)
Without so much as a word he rolls his eyes and then looks at me and then looks at the twins… “They’re why!!”
Of course… that should have been obvious, right?! LOL
Later that day while trying to relax and have a snack two mini-people (who had already eaten their dinner) attacked from both sides ‘meowing’ until I fed them. I don’t believe that I have ever spoon fed the cat so I’m not sure why they thought that was a good idea.. but I suppose it resulted in them getting fed so I guess I’m the dope!
Wednesday – 12-yr old son is sniffling and blowing his nose
Thursday morning – 12-yr old son is coughing like an emphesema patient so I take him to the walk-in, antibiotics and albuterol are prescribed (damn inhaler is $45 AFTER insurance)
Friday – Boy twin is coughing and girl twin is sniffling
Saturday morning – Take twins to the walk-in, albutero with nebulizer is prescribed
Saturday night – Vaporizer and heater in the bedroom, twinnies aren’t eating like they should and son one needs to be ‘reminded’ to take his antibiotics — on the up side I think I’m getting enough residual meds that I probably won’t get sick (X crossing fingers X)
Sunday – Twinnies REALLY don’t like the nebulizer and it makes them shake and cry and generally unhappy, not sure it’s worth it — spacing the treatments out a little more, added pedialite to the menu so they are at least getting some liquids, Daddy is coughing…
Boy Oh Boy… just can’t wait for school to start so we can go thru this with a different virus every week!