It is much easier to become a father than to be one.
~Kent Nerburn, Letters to My Son: Reflections on Becoming a Man, 1994

He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
~Clarence Budington Kelland

A father carries pictures where his money used to be.

To all fathers, the happiest of days; you’ve earned it!

If I were a flower, my bud would just be emerging. Consider the blog and its demands Spring’s gentle rain.

Writing when I was younger came so easy; I use to write all types of material. Poems were my favorite. I put all my feelings into words. How I felt. How I saw life. How people had touched my heart both with love and betrayal.

I was looking back at my posts. This made me wonder where the writer in me went.

After much thought the only thing I can conceive is a lack of practice. I have not spent time writing. Recalling my written words as a young woman it came back to me. I spent many a day writing and rewriting the words on the pages until it came natural to me. Then I grew to like my work (we are our own worst critic)

My solution to this it to spend time with my emotions to write and rewrite as I once had. Proof read and rewrite and proof read again. I want to be the best I can be for you and for me. I want to have something worth reading, maybe even entertaining. With this I ask for your patience in the adventure as I find the writer in me once again. Some will be bad, some will be good, but I can’t wait until some are great!

A fellow co-worker of two years said goodbye to the 9 to 5 hustle and bustle of office life to take on the challenge and adventure of starting her own business with her hubby. I will never forget the day I interviewed her; swamped with work, my boss was vacationing in North Carolina.

A phone call came from the other building asking me to stop what I was doing to interview this young lady: She had a heavy accent and had never held a paying job before, but see if we could fit her into customer service.
Not sure if I wanted to pull my hair out or be grateful for the break, I said send her over.

She was the sweetest person I had had the pleasure of meeting in a very long time. I told the hiring staff I would give her a chance and so far it’s the best decision I’ve made at this company. She started that afternoon, the extra pair of hands that I needed so badly.

Cabbage Patch went on to learn many different departments in the company and you could count on her for anything at anytime. I miss her.

I want to send her my prayers as it has been almost 2 months since she set out to follow her dreams. May they be all she wants them to be and so much more. She deserves all that life has to offer.

The first official day of summer camp is today!

Remember how I didn’t have a plan? Yesterday we were still without a clue what to do with TJ, so my hubby set out to see what was in the area of where we work. Thankfully, he located a baseball camp, ironically just what TJ said he wanted to do.
Hubby called to find out if they still have room and left a message then took off to Sports Authority to buy him a glove. Hubby, Sara and TJ each left with one! I’ll use the one that hubby got a while back for a left handed person, though he didn’t understand why. I gave him the look and reminded him that I’m ambidextrous. I’ll play like the kids. What better way to teach them practice makes perfect and we’ll get some use out of the glove that was ordered wrong some 4+ years ago?
I swear there is a glove for hubby there too. AMB3 wanted one, but they were all way too big for her little hands.

Let’s not forget the balls to practice playing catch… or the cup to protect him. The cleats that were supposed to be $25 that were really $35. Hubby only grabbed the size; he never looked at the shoes. They where not the ones we looked at initially, but TJ thought they were much better.
He can change the Nike check to one of 6 colors.

And socks long enough to fit under the pants.

After spending $189, there was another $9 for the pants we forget the first time. Then we got to the car to find we lost one of AMB3 shoes, so I had to venture back to the store.

Fortunately, we got the call that they did have room but we were still missing stuff. Looking for a wee tiny crock and the rest for two more pants and the ¾ shirts. No crock and yet another $36. And off to camp he goes.

Yesterday was the last day of school for my older wee ones. I walked in the door from work to get my standard greeting; AMB3 (formally baby A) screamed mama mama, while my older two came running for loves (aren’t I the luckiest mom in the world?).

The next thing I knew the 8 year old gave me a look like he was about to tell me something bad resulting in him in big trouble. To my surprise he hugged me like he never wanted to let go and started to cry. He was telling me he was going to miss school. It was so touching. I’m tearing up now thinking about it.

While still holding TJ, Sara showed me the beautiful pillow case she brought home from her teachers. It was covered with clouds and other sky like things. My favorite part was her name. She was ready to replace her Dora case for this one. TJ still holding on, I continued to look at the other goodies they brought home.

Then I had more tears when I found what TJ’s teacher sent home. It was a little memory book. His name is on the cover with several pictures inside of his teacher and class and a wonderful message inside: “To the most improved student this year”, along with many more tear jerking sentiments. GOD BLESS her. It was the sweetest gift I think I have ever seen that I had not made my self. LOL. Then TJ showed me the picture of him and his teacher and he lost it some more. I told him it would not be the last time he saw Ms. Rodriguez; he’d see her again next year.
Remember all the good times and carry them with you.

I knew he was sweet and sensitive… I feel sorry for the girls when he gets older. He will break some hearts.

Now we get ready for the summer. OOH JOY! I am usually one of those moms who has the whole season planned out, but not this year. I guess we’ll wing it as we go. What do you have planned for your kids this summer? Anything so much fun that we have to do it too?

Sara’s (formally K) teacher called late last night. My first thought was this must be really bad if she is calling us at home at 9:30 in the evening.

We’ve had regular conferences about Sara throughout the year, none of them I care to remember… but this turned out to be a call I want to jump up and down and scream about… and maybe do a little dance!
I knew this kid had it in her; according to her teacher, Sara has made a great improvement in the last two weeks, bringing up her grades. Even on one of the tests she was the only one in the class of 36 to get a perfect score.

I guess we are going back to Build A Bear to dress her cat! LOL! I am so proud of her as I am all my wee ones. Keep up the good work baby. I love you.