Friday, April 30, 2010

Who is in control of YOUR bubble sheet?

So, I told you yesterday that all about our state testing and I am so glad we are finished for the week.

However, I had a student who somehow missed an answer (or five) and so her question in the test booklet did not match up with the bubble number on her answer sheet. She was getting ready to answer the last question only she was bubbling in #31 instead of #35. She raised her hand and when I saw what had happened, I told her to go back from #1 and try to see where she may have missed one (or, you know, five). She kinda looked at me like I had 3 heads and then shrugged, filled in her remaining 5 answers with random guesses, closed her test booklet and sat for 30 minutes while the rest of the class finished.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her to open her book back up and find her mistake. I wanted to MAKE her fix the problem. But I couldn't say anything. My hands were tied (not literally, of course). I had to just walk away, knowing that she had messed up her entire section; knowing that she was not working up to her full potential; knowing she was not going to get a score that reflects all she knows. And knowing that there was nothing I could do but sit back and watch.

The day ended and when I got home I had a package in my mailbox from my sweet sister "anonymous" (that is her name on the comments of my blog). It held a devotion book called Jesus Calling. I glanced through it and thought, "That was sweet of her" but didn't have time to read much because we had to run out for a ballgame.

When I returned home, I picked the book back up and turned to today's reading. I read a sentence that changed my whole perspective on what happened today. "My world is your classroom." I briefly thought, "Well, Lord, you would not have been happy if you had been in MY classroom today."

But I was in your classroom today, Paige. I am there everyday. And there are lots of days when I stand there waiting for you to choose the right thing--to fix YOUR answers--and you turn your back on what you know is right and choose another way. In essence, you fill yourself up with whatever is easiest, shut the book and sit back and wait. I want to somehow make you understand that there is more for you, so much more for you, but you won't listen. You aren't working to your full potential. But I can't do anything about it until you choose to listen to my voice and follow my direction--even if it is hard--because I know what you could be doing right now...

What a wake-up call. What a slap in the face. Not a mean, I hate you, slap in the face. But one of those meant to wake you up when you have passed out from fear but you need to get up and run because that thing is still chasing you kind of slap. The kind that saves your life. All of my grumbling and complaining about my student giving up and yet that is what I do when I choose to live in my own strength and follow my own path instead of listening to the voice of my Instructor. Thankfully, my Teacher has not given up on me and He waits patiently for me to fill in the correct bubble.

I think I need to go check over my bubble sheet for the day--and make sure my answers all line up with what THE Book tells me.

So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God's law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!
So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God's law, but in the sinful nature a slave to the law of sin. Romans 7:21-25

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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Stress Test

We have our big state testing this week. It is grueling. Two and half hours from beginning to end can wear out even the toughest kid. And it can bring even a top-notch teacher literally down to her knees.

And it is about to kill me.

I have taught my kids all they need to know to succeed on this test that covers Reading, Language Arts, Math, Science and Social Studies. So far we can strike Reading and Language Arts off of our list. (Funny story to interject: My sister and her husband were having a talk with their kids about their favorite teachers or something like that. When my brother-in-law said who his favorite teacher was in high school, his sweet daughter asked him what she had taught him. He told her English. She looked up at him totally shocked and said, "You didn't know English!!!????" LOL)

Yeah...well, just so know, tests stress out a teacher. And, to add insult to injury, it is cold now. Really cold. Like, I totally am so glad I never take my winter clothes out of my closet kind of cold. And I am battling a migraine. And Caroline told me that she is not sure she likes my hair anymore.

"I think I will move to Australia." (can you name the book that is from?)

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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Wishful Wednesday--High School Jobs!

Wishful Wednesday is a fun way to think about the things in our life that maybe we think could be different...hop over to Kelsey's blog to see how this all got started!

This week's topic is:
'I wish' .... I could go back and spend one day working at a job from my youth, and it would be ______!

I am pretty sure I would not like to go back to being a teenager and work these jobs again. I was a camp counselor, I worked at The Limited, I worked for a tire and auto place (don't ask), I worked in a Christian bookstore and I worked at TCBY. Just typing those jobs up has made me smile and even laugh a little to myself. None of those are the ones I would return to though.

I would want to go back to Putt-Putt and work the birthday parties and the game room. I had the esteemed privilege of working there as my very first job (other than babysitting). Originally, I was just going to work the concession stand and hand out those very expensive toys you get with the tickets you win in the games. I had a great line I had to say every night, starting at one hour before closing and repeating it every 15 minutes until we closed. I still remember it and I feel it would be cruel if I did not share it with you.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. In approximately 45 minutes Putt Putt Golf and Games will be closing. At that time, all games will be turned off and no refunds will be given, so we ask that you please use your tokens wisely. We also ask that when you exit, you exit to the parking nearest the golf course and we thank you for joining us here at Putt-Putt (pause here--then raise your voice as you finish with): For the Fun of It!"

But then they needed someone to help with a birthday party and they asked me if I would do it. Sure...I love kids. I would love to help. I was thinking I would scoop ice cream or cut the cake or help the kids on the golf course. Oh no....those are menial tasks left for the mundane worker. They had bigger plans for me. I was going to be....................Buster the Ball! You don't know Buster the Ball? Seriously? Well, lucky for you, I found a picture of him....

I realize that is a cartoon version...but did you really think anyone would let anyone else take their picture in that costume and then post it online for the whole world to see? Yeah. Me neither! Anyway...I really did have to wear that....a huge orange golf ball that went over my head....with huge green clown like pants and enormous shoes....I could not fit through door without a good shove from behind and I had to walk like I was wearing flippers on my feet. And that is really hard to do when you are wearing a huge orange golf ball around your middle!

Do you know what the hardest part was? Not talking for the hour at the birthday party! I never actually succeeded at that one. I know golf balls aren't supposed to talk, but they also aren't supposed to be life-sized and orange! So I spoke...and got smacked on the back of my big round orange head!

I know you are jealous of my first job...aren't you?

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. She is the mother to four and another on the way and she makes me laugh and truly contemplate some pretty deep issues. Head over to her blog to read what she and her husband and precious children have been up to this week!!

I did not go to the ball fields everyday last week. I would never do that...that would be a crazy-silly schedule. I certainly would not plan that ever. That would just be dumb.

I did not survive a tornado filled Saturday night as a golf widow with two small children. My husband did not leave on Friday with his buddies from work for a golf weekend in the neighboring state. He did not play golf twice a day Friday and Saturday. He did not eat in a tiny town five miles from his hotel for dinner Saturday night. THAT TOWN WAS NOT HIT BY A DEVASTATING TORNADO SATURDAY NIGHT.

This is NOT the best part. I did not follow the storms across the state he was in and see that they were getting closer to his location. I did not text him to make sure he was ok. He did not respond by telling me that they had no power but they were fine--sitting around a table "talking" by candlelight. That is not as weird as it sounds because by talking he did not mean playing poker.

I did not inform him that there was a tornado and debris cloud just five miles away. He did not text back and ask me if I thought he should go to the basement. I was not tempted to write, "Uhm, no, I don't think you should--tornadoes aren't dangerous."

I did not watch a very large "spinning thunderstorm" inch its way closer to my town. I did not have to grab up my kids and make a run for it to the basement. My son did not keep me company the whole time we were in solitary confinement and my daughter did not snore through the entire ordeal. She has not argued with us all day that we are lying about going to the basement! My son did not make us stay in the basement 10 minutes passed the time the warning ended "just to make sure".

I did not stay up until the last storm was off the radar at 5am...My phone did not ring at 7 am to tell me whether we were making up Will's tournament from yesterday that got rained out. I am not dragging right now typing this. I am not watching a show I taped last night and I did not just see a weather warning come on and I most CERTAINLY did not begin to freak out again. I did not feel really stupid when I realized what I had just done!

What have you not been doing?

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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sleepless Night

I do realize that this picture is blurry...clarity is not what I am going for here.

You may not be able to see the names of the towns on this map, but do you happen to notice the green/yellow/red/orange blob on that map?

Well, that is what I have been up watching. All night. We have been under a tornado watch all day. It is currently 2:24 am and the meteorologists are still saying not to go to sleep, because another round is coming. This will be our 3rd major round, with the 2nd one resulting in a 40 minute trip to the basement with two sleepy kids, due to the fact that the tornado watch was upgraded to a tornado warning.

You may (or may not) be happy to know that Will sat up and watched the news stories with me while we were hiding out in the basement, but Caroline? She snored through the whole experience while curled into a ball, under covers on the floor.

I think we are out of the tornado woods now...I guess if I don't show up on the blog later on this week, you could be concerned. Of course, it could be that I got overwhelmed again. I will try not to do that to you though.

And just for the record-I HATE tornadoes and springtime thunderstorms!

UPDATED: We made it through the night and the sky is a most gorgeous shade of Carolina blue today!!!!

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Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Broken Chain

There is this tree is in my grandparents’ backyard. It has always been there for as long as I can remember. There used to be another tree directly across from it, but it is no longer there. I have no idea what happened to that one. It probably had to be removed because it had taken all of the pressure and pulling one tree can take.

That tree and the missing tree were the anchors for the hammock we used to love to swing on at my grandparents’ house. We sometimes would ALL pile on there to see if it would hold us up. Most of the time, it did. I do recall one time when the chains broke and down we fell (luckily there were so many of us, we really didn’t have far to fall…) but my cousin, Tricia, bit her tongue pretty hard and it bled for a long time. I remember being very surprised that hammocks could be dangerous (because, clearly, it was the hammock’s fault).

We looked forward to getting to my grandparents’ house not just to see all of our extended family, but to put the hammock up. We were totally bummed if it was raining when we got there, or if, for some unknown reason, we were told we could not put the hammock up that day.

The hammock was not just a hammock to us though. It represented so much more. It was freedom from the grown-ups who made us quit yelling, running, fighting, or whining (I COMPLETELY see their point now and have no idea why I was so confused by all those rules then). The hammock defied the very laws of nature (ok, not really, because the chains were tough and installed properly)…but to a young mind, it did not make sense that it would really hold me up. And with every trip to that house, that first attempt to get on the hammock always came with a bit of nerves about whether it would really do its job and keep me suspended in the air (I guess that perhaps Tricia’s bleeding tongue may have tainted my mind slightly).

We could swing for hours out there—laughing at boys, telling jokes, dreaming dreams, or wondering if we could sneak back into the kitchen undetected and get some more dessert. We would try to hold on while someone else tried to spin the hammock round and round (I have no memory of that actually being successful). We would complain about the injustices of life, like not being able to wear blue eye shadow; how we couldn’t date til we were 16; why we couldn’t have a phone in our room. We hit the deep subjects out there on that hammock. But we didn’t just complain! We were solution seekers too. And we had it all figured out. We would run away and live on our own. And buy our own hammock!

Now, I don't know how many of my cousins have their own hammock now, but I know I don't and my siblings don't either. We do all live on our own though, so we have already reached 50% of our childhood dreams. Not too shabby.

When I went back to my grandparents' house a few weeks ago for my grandfather's funeral, one of the first things I looked for outside were the trees and hooks for the hammock. I think somewhere deep down I was hoping we could have one last swing in that hammock. (which would have proved very difficult without that other tree...) But we did find this:

And my cousin Caroline and I both started to laugh and reminisce about all those crazy times hanging out in the hammock. That chain may be rusted and old, but those memories seemed as fresh as if it had all just happened.

So we all gathered, probably for one last time, in the spot where that treasured hammock hung...

I am thinking since my parents live in the hammock capital of the world now, that my siblings and I may have to invest in a hammock so the tradition can live on...

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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Just in case you didn't believe me...

I took pictures of where I was tonight...

That cute guy in the red shirt is the one whose swing is ALL messed up. He went one for two tonight in a close game that they won full of much controversy, questionable calls and attitudes flying! Maybe Will could run faster if his pants actually fit him....

Caroline complained about having to wear what she had on tonight to the game. She said she did not like "these hangy things" on her shirt. I looked at her to see what she was talking about..."those are called sleeves, baby and you can't take them off of your shirt." She was so bummed. And, speaking of Caroline....

I lost Caroline tonight...only for a brief time...right about the time panic began to set in and my legs had started to turn to jello, she came out from around the back of the batting cages...I am going to have to really keep my eye on her when she is a teenager(provided I can keep up with her until then)!!!! :)

In honor of my 11th straight day at the ballpark, I rewrote some of the words to Take Me Out to the Ball Game.


Take me home from the ballpark, take me home from the crowd.
Buy me a pedicure for my feet, I am so tired of bleachers for seats.
But its root, root, root for the red team, 7 year old baseball's intense
cuz it's game, practice, game with all trying to hit one to the fence!

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Hard Lesson to Learn

I know, I know. You have missed me.

What? You didn't know I was gone? I guess this is just for my mom then! :)

I have been slammed with "stuff". Not material stuff, mind you...I am not drowning in things like those very sick people on the nasty, gag-inducing show Hoarders. We have just had SO much going on and I am so exhausted by the time I get home that I don't even turn on my computer! (GASP)

Most of the time when I am too tired to write at night, I get up early in the morning and write my blog. But I have even been too tired for that!

I would like to explain to you where I have been.

Beginning Monday, April 12, I spent every single night of the week at the ball park. EVERY.SINGLE.NIGHT. I am tired of the color of infield dirt being all over Caroline's face even when she has not played a game. I am tired of batting cages. I am tired of being the (not so good) catcher for the family batting practice (and by family, I mean Will and Caroline). I am just tired.

Now, as if that was not bad enough....Will entered into a batter's slump. Yes...he IS just 7. No, I was not worried about this when it first happened. But Will started to get upset and then Mark started to stress because he couldn't fix it and then I started to lose it. I did not care that Will was striking out--let me rephrase--my child does not have to be a superstar for me to be a proud mom and I told him I would love him regardless of whether he hit the ball ever again--but HE strives to do his best all the time--a trait I would NEVER try to do away with--and so it stressed him out. Which then, stressed me out.

As if that paragraph above was not enough, Will said to me last Thursday on the way to his game, "Mom...I am going to be like Facing the Giants and win or lose, or hit or no hit, I am going to praise God." I almost crashed the car. Not out of surprise...Will is very tenderhearted like that, but rather because I could not see through the tears. I immediately began to beg God not to leave him high and dry at the plate that night but to show him just how powerful He is. And you know what?

He did just that. Will struck out. (Stick with me here...) Every time up to bat. He was upset. He said to me, "I asked God to help me and He didn't. Why not?" I could not even speak for the lump in my throat. In the car on the way home I reminded him that he said hit or no hit, he would praise God. And he said, "Why should I pray? He doesn't listen. And He sure doesn't answer me. I can't ever hear Him."

Hello!! You know what...? Those were the same questions screaming from my head at that very moment so I had no advice for him. And that is where God showed up. I called in the troops and had everyone praying for Will. I got wise counsel from a very Godly man who said that sometimes lessons are taught and sometimes they have to be learned. I immediately began begging for a QUICK lesson. For all of us. Will got down on himself, and I had to talk to him about the fact that maybe God was giving him empathy for people who struggle more with things than he does. He understood it as well as a seven year old can...and then asked if we would take him to the batting cages! :) We worked with him whenever he asked us to and tried to be encouraging. All the while, I was dying inside...wondering when in the world this "lesson" would end.

I am happy to report that Will is hitting again...he went three for three Monday night at his game. He bounced up to me after the game with a smile on his face and said, "Well, it is coming back to me...but I am not there yet. Gotta keep practicing, right?" So, I guess the lesson continues...with some sweet moments to savor thrown in there to keep this weary momma from a complete mental collapse. And to bring a smile to a sweet seven year old's face after his game as he thanks God for his hits and prays that the player on the other team that got hurt recovers quickly.

Maybe the lesson was for me all along...I hope, for Will's sake, that I have learned what God is trying to teach me through this. Because we have another full week of ball park bliss! :)

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Friday, April 16, 2010

Show Us Your Life--Teacher's Gifts

Show Us Your Life with Kelly's Korner

I love Kelly Stamps' blog. And I have been reading it for awhile. I have only participated in one "Show Us Your Life" edition...because that one was all about SHOPPING!!!!! And I try to to keep my shopping skills at their peak, by participating as much as possible in hands-on training.

But this is also one Show Us Your Life that I can definitely partake in! I have such great advice for all yall and the best thing is, I have inside information.

No, I am not a spy (but wouldn't that be fun?). But I am a teacher!

The first thing you need to make sure you do is get to know the teacher. What does the teacher like? What are the teacher's interests? What makes this teacher light up?

Then use that information to get a gift.

Gift Cards are always GREAT!!!! But make it personal still...if the teacher drinks coffee, buy a Starbucks gift card. If they are health nuts, get them a Whole Foods gift card (do they sell those at Whole Foods or is that not organic?). Put the gift card in something they love...a cup from their favorite college. A jar with their favorite candy. A basket with their favorite fruit.

If you don't like gift cards, do something more personal. For me, I LOVE when my parents offer to do things for the room and the kids to make it so much better. Helping me out/making us something/hanging the artwork in the hallway so I don't have to stay late doing it! I treasure those kinds of gifts.

If you have a female teacher, pedicures are always loved. I suppose a male teacher could love them to, but I am not sure that is a line I would cross. Just saying!

Take on the responsibility of the parties in the class so the teacher does not have to worry about a thing.

Bring them lunch every so often since they are stuck with cafeteria food every day!

Be creative. The more unique, the better! We love something personal, but not necessarily a trinket. A framed photo of the class, or your child with the teacher. I still have a photo framed in the frame the child gave me of the student and his dog! LOL

The best thing is to make the gift FIT the teacher. One size does not necessarily fit all!

And just so you know...I drink coffee. I love the LOFT. I will use any volunteer who comes asking. I am so grateful for a kind word or uplifting note. I really dig lunch from somewhere other than the cafeteria. I am a huge North Carolina Tarheel fan.

Just in case you wanted to reward me for this great advice!! :)

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

And It's One, Two, Three Strikes Your Out....

at the ole ballgame.

It was Caroline's first tee-ball game. She was so excited.

She got to the field; found the field where her team was; and promptly went out to start warming up...WITH THE WRONG TEAM!!!

She knew the coach of the other team and decided she liked her better. So she went to her team and started warming up.

With warm ups over, it was time for pre-game pep talks. Caroline chose the other team again to listen can't see her...but that is her blond pony tail right beside the lady in the pink shirt. And that is not her team!!! :) She put her hand in the middle of the huddle and yelled "Go Grizzlies!" (she is on the Bruins)...and then went to her team.

She held her position well...even when the ball went right by her...she kept her eye on it and just watched it go right by. She was not all about the whole "lets have the whole team run after every ball" thing. She held her ground...well.
Then it was her team's turn to bat...she was so excited...with her pink bat. Halfway through the pitches that she missed, her coach stopped to fix her hair so she get bat better. One of my friends said to me, "Go figure it would be your kid that has to have her hair fixed in order to play ball!" In her defense and mine, she is one of only 2 girls on the team.

She ended up having to hit off the tee...and this is her first base stance! :)
And this is crossing homeplate...she is clearly in it for the posing opportunities she may encounter.

She had a great time...but it was the LONGEST two innings of my life!

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Monday, April 12, 2010

Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. She is the mother to four and another on the way and she makes me laugh and truly contemplate some pretty deep issues. Head over to her blog to read what she and her husband and precious children have been up to this week!!

I did not make a decision in March to stay home during my spring break because I was tired. I did not have to explain to my children that, yes, we did have the week off but no we were not going anywhere. I did not have to listen to them complain.

But then, my grandfather did not get a promotion to Heaven and I did not pack up my car and travel for his funeral. I did not see God working all through that time and I am not happy that I went. I did not get to see all but one cousin, my two sisters, my brother, my parents, various aunts and uncles and many people whose names I do not know.

I am not posting a picture of me with my siblings.

I am not wondering what you have not been up to this week?

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Friday, April 9, 2010

No Worse for The Wear (and time in the car)

We traveled seven hours and seven minutes to reach the destination that I said I was not coming to this Spring Break because I was tired of driving and needed to rest. I knew I should have come last Friday...

But none-the-less...we made it mom and dad's and my kids began yelling "Take us to the beach!"

So we went...and the kids had a blast...and I FROZE TO DEATH. It was 79 degrees outside...with a windchill of about, oh, let's say, 35!!!!

And my kids got into the water. And loved it. My teeth chattered...they squealed with delight...I shivered...they laughed.

And here is proof--of them anyway!!

Caroline looks pink in the picture below but she is not assured.
Cold or gotta admit: that is quite a view!

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Thursday, April 8, 2010

We Went to the Zoo

We went to the zoo today with some great friends. It was just what we I needed. It got my mind of the sadness of yesterday. It gave us all a chance to laugh and have some fun...some much needed fun. I got home late and have run around trying to get us ready to leave in the morning. We are having to go without Mark, which makes us sad...but we won't be gone long. My great plan of not going anywhere during Spring Break has backfired on me terribly!

Now on with the pictures!

Will and Caroline and one of Will's friends...we had not even seen the first animal and they were so excited. I realized quickly that Caroline had never been to a zoo before! Mom of the Year here!

So camera ready! :)

Will and his friend were totally into the map. They were plotting our course. They were very serious.

Me and my two vicious, bickering, constantly fighting kids.

Too cute...over what? I have no idea.

That is Will's friend holding his nose. He could not stand the smell of the petting zoo! LOL

These goats did not like each other--at all!!!!!!

This old guy sat in between two windows and looked back and forth at the kids staring at him and scratching his head. Hilarious!

Caroline was "hiding" in a tree. Her glowing green gum gave her away!

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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Remembering My Grandfather

My Grandfather passed away yesterday. I knew this day would come. He has been sick for quite awhile. He has had numerous strokes in the past 2 years. He struggled to communicate clearly and he couldn't do much on his own anymore.

This was not him. He was always on the least the grandpa I remember anyway. He took us for walks, on drives, to Walmart :), to the skating rink (I wonder if Leigh Ann remembers, "Wanna couple skate?")...pretty much anywhere we wanted to go.

He let me drive his truck when I was only 14. We ended the lesson off-road, in the middle of a scared to death and him laughing. He said it could have been worse. I am not sure in that moment I believed him. But I do now. Life has a way of changing your perspective.

He defended me no matter what. And I do mean, no matter what. I was usually (read: definitely) guilty of whatever my grandmother was accusing me of. But my grandpa would walk through the door and scoop me up, tell my grandmother to leave me alone and carry me off out of trouble. Time and time again he would defend me...the guilty one. I used to think my grandma did not like, as an adult, I look back on those times and think, "No wonder! I never received the consequences I deserved when my grandpa was around." That must have frustrated my would me!

When we would go to the beach with my grandparents, my grandpa was always in charge of applying the sunscreen. But my grandpa didn't just put a layer of sunscreen on us...he lathered us up until we looked like we had about two coats of white paint all over us and not simply sunscreen. He must have gone through five bottles a day of sunscreen when we were there! Because we had to reapply often!!

I am glad he is now reunited with my grandma and able to walk and talk again.

This was him a few years ago. My kids and I went to visit and he had to take a break from playing ball with Caroline (see the next picture).

Caroline was always great with my grandpa. He did not scare her and she would crawl right up into his lap and sit...just like her mom used to!

He was showing her my uncles enormous dogs. She was happy to be held safely that day!

This is me, Caroline and my grandpa not long before he started getting sick. I used to sit in his lap like this all of the time when I was a little girl.

He always amazed me.

He helped my uncle build race cars. Real race cars. He knew Dale Earnhardt before he was the famous #3. He fought in WWII. He always bought American made. He called lunch dinner and dinner supper (I think...maybe it was the other way around...I don't know because my mom refused to call lunch anything other than lunch!). He was a hard worker. He loved hamburgers. He always wore a hat when he went outside. He always cried when we left. He gave the best hugs.

He was...Grandpa.

And he will be missed.

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Monday, April 5, 2010

MckLinky Blog Hop--Favorite Pictures!

So the rule today was favorite pictures...These are some of my most recent favs!

This is Caroline at her t-ball pictures...she was so stinkin' cute!!!!!!!!!

Caroline picked out these shoes to wear a month ago with her Easter dress. She asked everyday for that month if it was Easter on Saturday she told me she needed to wear them around the house to make sure they made her feet feel good! :)

My cute kids on Easter--Will was a good sport in his pink shirt. He said, "Hey, it's Easter!" :)

Caroline after eating a whole row of Peeps! She came in and said, "Look mom! I look like Pinkalicious!"

Ahhhhhhh......the sun! I so enjoyed the sun today and I am truly investigating the SAD disease that I thought was such a joke before this very gray and very gloomy winter! The sun is so my friend right now!

So we busted out our "pool" in the driveway and the kids had a blast today...playing shark and mario with a twist of princess protection program...they were really cute and the best thing? It wore them out!!!!!
Caroline quickly posed for her picture when I brought out the camera! :)

She grabbed my glasses because the sun was so bright...she immediately pulled them down and gave me that look!
She grabbed her cup and wanted me to take another picture of her!

This picture cracks me up...she looks a lot older than she is (to me anyway) and I am flashing forward to summers between her college years and feeling rather frightened!

LOVE these of Will, Caroline and both of them, so precious!!!!!!!!

How about you? Got any new favorite pictures to share?

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