Friday, April 27, 2007

Gotta love those babies

I definitely am in love: with the newest addition to our family, my adorable nephew, son of my 10 years younger brother. I am so glad they moved to the same town I live in, that way I get to see baby G whenever I want to BUT when he's being fussy, I get to give him back to Mom and Dad. Love that part, that must be why we look forward to being Grandparents as well.

Baby G is just over 3 weeks old. My brother and his wife don't know how lucky they are right now. G sleeps at night! Can you imagine how that must be? My kids never slept well at night. Baby G has usually been up only twice a night since he came home from the hospital. Granted he was over 9 pounds when he was born, so that makes a difference, but I am still terribly jealous. My middle daughter, 13 at the moment, holds the record for the most times up per night~ 13! Geez, we wore out a vacuum putting that child to sleep at night, she just loved the sound. Now I see that on Amazon you can order a CD with the sounds of a vacuum running. Who's clever idea was that? I should order it for my daughter as a joke gift.

Yesterday was an interesting day. Both my older two kids had track meets. The oldest was out of town and they got home at midnight! On a school night yet. This was also their 3rd track meet in 6 days. In my opinion, that is just too much for kids in the spring. Their classes are loaded with assignments as teachers have fallen behind throughout the year, and they miss two days of school in one week, getting home late both of those days. 17 is exhausted at the moment, and barely speaking. I guess that's not all that unusual though, he's 17, he barely speaks full sentences right now anyway.

13's track meet was on a day with lots of wind, some rain, and clouds. It wasn't fun sitting and watching and waiting for her one race. I don't enjoy all the chaos or the unorganized mess that is a track meet. I also don't understand why it can't be more organized. But I won't get on my soap box over that one. Suffice it to say that I don't look forward to track season. I love that the kids participate, but I don't like sitting and waiting and waiting and waiting to watch them run.

I am headed on a weekend trip with my girls to see my sister and my parents. We are all looking forward to hanging out and doing some shopping. Where I live isn't an exciting place to find those essentials for kids, like shoes, and clothes, so we head a little farther away to a town with more shopping to offer. We don't go nearly as often as 13 would like, but if we shopped for clothes as often as she wanted to, we'd all be bankrupt.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Try Try Again

Here we go again! My second day of "blogging." Who would have ever thought that would become an actual word?

I am trying to think of some generic names to refer to my children and hubby without using their actual names and getting in trouble with them. I'm tempted to use Mr. Forgetful for my 17 year old son, but should he ever read this blog, I think he may be offended. I'm not sure if it's his age or hormones or just the fact that he's a teenage boy, but the kid manages to forget everything if he doesn't have his mother reminding him 15 times. I packed his cooler for him last night, he has a track meet today and needs those essentials like Gatorade, granola bars, sandwiches and still more carbs of some sort. This morning it was sitting on the table. Presumably so it wouldn't be forgotten. He ate his breakfast at said table, but still managed to leave for school without the cooler. This isn't the first time. Tuesday, track meet, forgot the same cooler! Some would say, let him go without it and teach him to remember things on his own. But the mother in me says that going to a track meet in the sun, and running several miles without water, Gatorade and carbs, really wouldn't be too good for his body. He's a distance runner, so healthwise he really does need to have most of those items.

So I sent hubby off with the cooler when he dropped off our 8 year old daughter at school. He put the cooler in 17's car at the High School. Hopefully he found it there and took it with him. I'm sure he hadn't even realized it was forgotten yet.

Do you think our children will ever realize how much we actually do just for them in a day? How much of our life is devoted to their well-being and happiness? How our thoughts throughout the day revolve around how they are doing, what they are doing, and sometimes what we hope they are not doing?

My brother and his wife are fortunate enough to have just had a baby boy. I watch them all together and think how much their lives are about to change, and how at that time you don't even realize it. You just flow with it and do what has to be done. But looking back, since my son was born over 17 years ago... what a change in my life. What a difference in where I thought my life would be. Children change everything. (mostly for the better, but there are those moments....)

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The First Time

Bear with me, as I attempt to get this blogging thing underway. I decided to start writing a blog since I enjoy reading other peoples so much. It's fascinating to see how the rest of the world lives, and what they do with their lives. My life at the moment revolves around my husband and our three children. But that wasn't always the case. I am a substitute teacher and also wear hats of many other jobs: chef, taxi driver, cheerleader, assistant, bookkeeper, etc. I haven't chosen exactly what I will write about here, but I'm sure it will prove to be a lot of rambling, complaining, bragging and kvetching about life in general.