Busy Busy Busy

I have a plaque that hangs on my wall that reads "Little League is the the Reason Mom is on the Run".  Add twirling, pageants, dance recitals, and end of the year school events and you will soon see why I have not posted in awhile!

We have had a great last couple of months.  ALL of the kids are playing baseball.  Clara and Ruby play tee ball, although to be honest it's more like Clara plays tee ball, and Ruby flirts with the boys on her team and schedules play dates.  (Tee ball is NOT a passion for Ruby!)  

See what I mean?Of course the boys are playing too, Matthew is in coach pitch this year.  He is on a team with his best buddies.  They have so much fun together, and I am grateful that he has such and awesome group of kids to be friends with.  If I squint my eyes and use my imagination I can see these same guys hanging out together ten years down the road. Ricky originally didn't WANT to play baseball, because he thought he wouldn't be good enough.  I told him to give it a try, since he had always LOVED baseball.  Look at my boy now!

Ricky is pitching for his team and loving it.  It has been great watching his confidence grow with each game.  He now dreams of being a pro baseball player.  A far cry from, "I won't be good enough!"

This is Noah's last year playing in the Major division, and it is bittersweet.  I am so proud of him for all of his hard work.  He comes to every game ready to play, with a great attitude, and gives it his all at EVERY game.   His skills have improved every year, but he has never made it to "All Star" status, and each year he gets his hopes up only to be disappointed.  Last year his coach had said if he were coaching he would have Noah on his all star team because he is such a coachable kid, and he likes having him around.  Sadly HE was not the one in charge of picking the players.  Noah was so disappointed as most of his team IS on the all star team.  he still goes in with a smile each game though, and gives it his all.  

Sometimes I wish I could BRIBE someone to put him on the team, just to let him be a part of it. He would be so excited.  In my heart he will always be an A team all star.  I am SO proud of my boy for so many different reasons.  

God is good.  All the time. 

Our Secret...

I've been accused (and frequently as of late) of doing LOTS of things with Ruby, and not much with Clara.  Ruby is a starlet.  There is no denying this.  It's a part of who she is, and it's hard NOT to get sucked into the fun of it all.  Doesn't every mom dream of having a girly girl who loves sparkles, and sequins and being in the limelight?  After three boys, it is THIS mom's dream come true.  On the other hand, I have this serious, intelligent, thoughtful daughter who is a blessing to me.   Clara is my snuggle bug, my insightful, cautious, shy, and wonder filled daughter.  I love her more than words can say, but with the rash of accusations lately, I started to second guess myself.  

I've tried to sign Clara up for things.  Dance class was a fiasco (all three times), twirling was a no go (despite her obvious talent when she thinks nobody is watching), and she has chosen to play baseball, and soccer, and basketball, which she refers to as "that game with the orange bouncy ball".  We went out last night and got her new cleats, and she's getting her own bat and helmet for Easter.  I am trying to be just as excited and supportive of all the things that she enjoys as well.  

So this morning as we were waking up (she sneaks into my bed every night) I asked her if she thought I loved her.  She immediately answered "yes".  Feeling brave, and a little bit scared, I asked if she thought I loved her and Ruby the same.  She thought for a minute, and answered, "Well, not exactly."  My heart dropped and my eyes began to water and in my head I started adding up the cost of years of therapy sure to be ahead.  Despite this I asked, "What do you mean sweetie?"  

Clara looked at me as if I were insane and said "Well, I know you love me a little bit more, but don't worry mom.  I won't tell Ruby." 

God is good.  All the time. 

Matthew's Getting Married!

These spring like days have awakened the love bug in my Matthew.  He may be short in stature, but he is big in personality!  Besides, who could resist a boy with blue hair?  My sweet boy very nonchalantly told me this evening, "Mom, I finally figured out who I am going to marry." 

 To say the least I was a little shocked, as I had no idea his six year old brain had been pondering such grown up ideas!  I tried to act cool, and asked "Oh yeah, well who is the lucky lady?"  His response, "Maggie.  I love her, and she loves me too!"  Then he continued on, "I can't believe I was brave enough to give her the ring."   While nervously inventorying in my brain any jewelry he may have borrowed, I calmly asked, "What ring?" He blushed, and proudly held up his left hand revealing a "gold" wedding band. He calmly said, "The one just like this mom.  I got them at Big Boy when I had my Grandma's day.  She let me get two from the machine, and they are both gold, and I gave one to Maggie."  Savoring this sweet moment, I asked what she said.  Matthew answered, "She smiled and said thank you, and put it on, then during calendar time she rubbed my back two times."  "And" he continued, "when I had choice time, it was my computer day, but instead of playing a game, I did the writing thing and wrote words on the computer that said Matthew loves Maggie, and she loves me!"

It's moments like these that make me realize how very lucky I am.  I am so very blessed in so many ways!  Sometimes, it takes the innocence of a six year old to remind me. 

And as a side note, I happen to know that Maggie is the daughter of two teachers, so in addition to stealing my son's heart with her kindergarten cuteness, I imagine she must be an intelligent, and compassionate little soul.  :)  (With good parents of course!!)  

God is good.  All the time.

Daddy's Girl...

Clara and her daddy are at the daddy daughter dance tonight.  It was something that Clara really wanted to do.  She saw the advertising for it at the rec center and decided that she wanted to go.  I was a little surprised.  Clara does not usually volunteer to do much of anything!  She is very shy, unlike her sister...  

So I wanted to make her night really special.  I took her to our favorite second hand store to pick out a dress, knowing that they always have a plethora of party dresses for under ten dollars.  So surrounded by choices of velvet, tulle, and lace, this is what she chose...

She liked it because it looks like it is a "vest dress".  I tried and tried to convince her to get something a little more daddy/daughter dance like, but she was determined that this was the one.  As we were getting her ready she confided that she liked this dress because her teacher at school likes to wear vests, and she thought that Ms. Debra would think this was a good dress since it's like a vest.  Knowing Ms. Debra, I think she would approve of Clara's choice.  :)  I actually think she looks quite nice!  Not what I was thinking, but very Clara.  

I also got Brian a corsage to give to her.  She was in awe of it.  She is quite fascinated with roses right now, so I had her a tiny wrist corsage made up.  She was very proud.  Of course Brian gets the credit for giving her the flowers, but that is really what moms are for isn't it?  Working the behind the scenes magic to ensure dreams come true.  When I snapped this picture she was still looking at Brian as she couldn't quite believe that she had her own roses!

Here is the happy couple on their way out the door.  Clara wanted Brian to wear his "getting married" clothes, but seeing as we had no tux in the house she had to settle for khakis and a sweater.  I am hoping they have lots of fun!

And in case you are wondering, Ruby was invited but politely declined, stating "I am a mommy's girl!"

God is good.  All the time.

The Little Things...

All is well.  Crazy, but well.  I miss having my husband around.  It's hard doing 90% of things by myself.  He is doing very well in school and at work, but it's been 20 years since he has been a student, and school is HARD for him.  I'm proud of him, but it's still really hard.  It is going to be a long 5 years.  However, I am thankful that Brian has  a job, and the opportunity to learn a new trade and earn a college degree.

Despite my current stress level, I am thankful for the little things.   Like Grandma Janice taking Clara to piano lessons on Tuesdays, and watching the girls on Fridays.  I'm thankful that Noah gets to hang out with his buddy sometimes for the whole weekend.  I'm also thankful that Leslie takes Matthew (and sometimes even Ruby) to church on Wednesdays.  I'm thankful for Tuesday night twirling,  which gives me a chance to chat with my sister, and other moms while watching Ruby do something that she loves.  

I'm thankful for half time team because it's fun, and all the kids LIKE to go.  Okay, it's mostly for the concession stands, but they do have fun.    I'm thankful that Ricky shovels the next door neighbor's driveway, which gives him somewhere to focus his energy.  I wish it would snow more!  I am thankful that he has a new friend, and is saving up his money for a snake.  

I'm thankful that I work with wonderful people, who allow me to rant and like me anyway.  I'm thankful for little league, and the hopes of someday really having a YNLLLNO.  

Most importantly, I'm thankful that I am able to remember how blessed I am, even when the going gets tough.  Sometimes I just need to remind myself!

God is good.  All the time.

Seven years....

Life is such a gift, and I am so thankful for all I have, yet every year this date sends me reeling.  Missing a little girl that I barely got a chance to know.  It's especially hard not to wonder what she would be like at seven.  I'm afraid the truth is that she would be very fragile, and spend a lot of time in hospitals, and in pain, and I would be in constant fear of losing her.  

 I often feel guilty about all the things I put her through in order to try to keep her here with me.  I also feel guilty about letting her go when I did.  Today is Alyssa's birthday, and my mom's birthday, so while I try to summon up birthday wishes, they are tinged with sorrow, and I am sorry that I didn't keep her on life support for another day, or a week so that their special days didn't have to be tied to my deepest sorrow.   

 At the time dates were not even in my conscious thought.  Briona's short three months were a blur of joy, surgery, hope, pain, anxiety, hope, surgery, fear, anguish, desperation and sorrow.  It was not until after she had passed in our arms that the date registered.   To Alyssa and my mom, I am forever sorry.  I just knew she couldn't hold on anymore.  And neither could I.

Rest in peace Briona Hope.  Mommy loves you.

God is good.  All the time.

A picture is worth 1000 words....

I know I have been a bad blogger.  Even my mom is complaining.  We've just been so busy, and I've been really LAZY, and have spent way too much time tending my imaginary farm on Facebook.  So let's see.... since Matthew's birthday, Ruby had her first Twirlettes Recital.  She was adorable, and LOVED every minute!

She was THRILLED that the REAL Santa made an appearance.  Clara confirmed that it was indeed the real Santa, because he, "Had him's sack."  :)

The kids had the annual Jingle Bell walk at school.  This is my favorite event at school.  Of course they were adorable.  
Here's Squish with one of his loves.  

Alyssa came to town, and Christmas happenings came with her.  She was in town for a week and it was a really nice visit.  Here's Ricky with his "Handerwear" in his underwear on Christmas morning.  (Won't he love me for posting this years from now?)Here's the kids at Grandma Janice's house.
And here is just what I think is a really cute picture of Clara!  She got the sweater for Christmas and wants it to be her kindergarten sweater!  I am thankful that she has finally adjusted to school and is looking forward to next year!  
Alyssa somehow manages to avoid my camera.  Here's a group shot, but you can't really see her face!  And last, but certainly not least, Noah turned 12!!  He chose money over a party, and has happily bought himself video games.  I can't believe he is 12 already!  Here's the birthday boy.  (Thankfully NOT in his birthday suit!!)Here are my top 12 things I love about Noah...

1.  He loves his mommy!

2. He is so very smart!

3. He has a great sense of humor!

4. His lack of fashion sense.  Makes buying him clothes MUCH easier!!

5. His love of baseball.

6. His ability to talk to anyone, anywhere!

7. His loyalty to those he considers his friends.

8. His respect for his teachers.

9. He is not trying to grow up too fast.

10. The way he thanks me for even the little things. 

11. His ability to laugh at himself.

12.  The knowledge that Noah will be able to be whatever he wants to be when he puts his mind to it.  

I am so lucky to have such a wonderful son.

God is good.  All the time.