There are three moments in my life where my gender has come in to question--once when I was about 4 and my cousin with flowing locks and ornate bows made me doubt my new 'do because apparently I was a boy since my hair was cut short. The second time, I was 11 and on vacation with my family, wearing red shorts with a nautical striped red and white shirt and chin-length hair that was still wet from the pool. I was crushed when the waitress asked, "And what would you like to drink, sir?" Seriously, that was one of the most deflating moments of my life, to which, my dad still laughs his big laugh about. And the third one happened yesterday. Yes, even after puberty, marriage and two children, I still felt the sting when a 9-year-old boy (who, mind you, still screams better than most girls) called me "dude" and when I answered his questions and then added before turning on my heels, "And, by the way, I'm not a dude." He yelled out, I'm guessing to get the approval of the other boys he was with, "Well, you look like a dude with your haircut." I'm not a very mature person but I did exercise restraint because all I wanted to do was turn around, charge him and bend him into a pretzel when I got my hands on him. I did come back after I cooled down and made him apologize for his comment--that's the great part about being an adult. Beatle's been dying to grow her hair out like "all" the other girls but neither of us are very consistent about fixing it so it looks wild a lot. I think she looks darling with short hair but I guess yesterday was a reminder to be understanding with gender identity. If she feels like she looks more like a girl with longer hair, then so be it. We just need to be more disciplined with grooming it!
Pretty much everyone knows the rule: If your whole name is used, then you are in serious trouble. We go around saying, "Charlotte Odessa!" multiple times a day. The other day, Beatle and I were bantering and, exasperated, she exclaimed,"Momma Odessa!" That was a first! I must have been in REAL SERIOUS trouble when someone else's middle name was used!
Brent and I had somehow switched sides of the bed sometime back and I've been sleeping closest to the door; I think it had to do with me getting up with Birdie to feed her in the middle of the night. Anyways, I watch a lot of crime shows and, being the man, I think he should sleep closest to the door! (I'm twisted and think WAY too much about exit strategies, reactions during crisis situations, etc!) The other night, I petitioned the change and the new policy went into affect until he got up to use the restroom and came back to bed and flopped down right down on top of me!! The sad part is, I was so tired that I just barely remembered it when he brought it up the next morning at breakfast. We had a good laugh about the whole thing. I kind of have a feeling that if there is an intruder no matter what side of the bed I'm on, as heavy as I sleep, I'll be toast!
Monday, September 19, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Reading, Wrecks and Really, Probably Too Much Info
The division between the "haves" and the "have nots" is growing wider at the Roberts' house. I thought it was just coincidence until she started pointing and saying it EVERY time. Now, when I change shirts and it's just me in all my glory, Birdie points at me and says, "Boobers!" I was telling BR and Beatle this at dinner tonight on the back porch and they wanted to do an experiment, so I stepped inside, where no one could see me but Birdie and flashed her (Really...it's best not to just pop by on us. I'd always call first!) :) Of course, she did it again. We laughed and laughed. Then, when Beatle asked, "Lottie, do I have boobers?" and lifted her shirt, Birdie crinkled her nose and shook a disgusted "no". TMI, no?
The monkey has assumed the position on my back again and the thing has returned to my chest. We got a letter yesterday that, based on some testing, Beatle is reading at a Kindergarten level. Oh, but if that's not enough of an insult, they chart it by months too. She's reading like a Kindergartener would in their third month of school. Awesome. And a handy little note at the bottom stating, "It's very important to read to Brendle every night." Brent and I both reached our new height of desperation after that letter. I wanted to cram every book we've ever read to her up someone's po-po. My first instinct was to quit--pull her out of school, hide, homeschool, whatever! Then I realized that wasn't a logical idea because I'm SOO not qualified/gifted/patient in that area. Brent's contribution was to throw her in a private, unaccredited Christian school in town and we would hope she blended in on the Island of Misfit Toys. Honestly, at this point, we've resolved to try to blitz it this year. We have an AMAZING first grade teacher, get her some tutoring and we're going to ride Beatle like a Grand Canyon donkey in one of those scenic tours. If she hates school by the end of first grade, she hates it but Brent and I don't feel like we're afforded the luxury of any other way. This may pass and in a few years, I hope I don't remember what a struggle this was for her or the stress Brent and I feel as parents. Or, it may be her life-long reality and I don't know anyone better than Brent who can model that for her--she can have what she wants but she's got to be willing to work 5 times as hard as everyone else in her class. Flat out, I don't get it...we have video of me coming home from the 1st grade doing homework and that consisted of me writing my name 10 times and I swear to you, Beatle has kids in her class reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid chapter books. Like other jealous parents, I was joking with Beatle when she told me what her classmates were reading and we had each other cracking up. "Whoa, Zach...slow down. What's the rush? You have your whole life to read. Pace yourself, my friend." We have to find humor in this situation or I think we'd all cry.
BR got into a wreck last week. He is fine--thank the Lord! He was in his jeep and an old lady ran a stop sign and hit him. When I pulled up to the scene, I didn't know whose fault it was but assumed it was Brent's because of the way everyone was acting. But no, it turns out you can drive like a bat outta hell but if you have a disabled tag and Jesus stickers all over your car people will be taking pity on you and fetching you glasses of water while you sit in your car like YOU'VE been offended. It was quite hilarious since everyone was ok. Brent wanted to just yell, "Wait a minute...She hit ME!" We got the report today and she was born during WWI. Yes, she is 95 years old and will go to the grave denying that she ran that stop sign.
On the heels of the story above, I'm willing to admit we've been pretty stressed in the last week about the whole situation--the money to fix the jeep, having only one vehicle for now, etc. Like I told my mom today, as Christians we talk about being dependent on Christ, but let's face it--who wants to have their backs to the wall so much that we HAVE to depend on Christ? I like to feel a little more self-sufficient than that. We had some real tight-squeezes in Seminary and when we moved to HS but I resolved to never (if it all possible!) let us get that vulnerable financially. When the accident happened, I remained steadily calm and relatively positive about the whole thing; I just felt that we were being attacked or tested (I still haven't figured out how all that works) this past month and, either way, something spiritual was going on and parlaying its way into the physical. That being said, I let doubt creep in today and started really getting worked up about some of our struggles. But tonight, when Brent was doing budget, we found a check from our mortgage company and that our mortgage was also being dropped $30 a month because we no longer needed to pay our mortgage insurance. I'm so humbled right now; that was enough to know He's in control. I don't know why I don't think He can do things like that or why I don't feel like He's in control! He is! He cares! I serve a God that stopped the sun in the sky so Israel could win a battle and He could have the victory. I only hope I give him the victory and add this to my arsenal when future doubt starts in.
The monkey has assumed the position on my back again and the thing has returned to my chest. We got a letter yesterday that, based on some testing, Beatle is reading at a Kindergarten level. Oh, but if that's not enough of an insult, they chart it by months too. She's reading like a Kindergartener would in their third month of school. Awesome. And a handy little note at the bottom stating, "It's very important to read to Brendle every night." Brent and I both reached our new height of desperation after that letter. I wanted to cram every book we've ever read to her up someone's po-po. My first instinct was to quit--pull her out of school, hide, homeschool, whatever! Then I realized that wasn't a logical idea because I'm SOO not qualified/gifted/patient in that area. Brent's contribution was to throw her in a private, unaccredited Christian school in town and we would hope she blended in on the Island of Misfit Toys. Honestly, at this point, we've resolved to try to blitz it this year. We have an AMAZING first grade teacher, get her some tutoring and we're going to ride Beatle like a Grand Canyon donkey in one of those scenic tours. If she hates school by the end of first grade, she hates it but Brent and I don't feel like we're afforded the luxury of any other way. This may pass and in a few years, I hope I don't remember what a struggle this was for her or the stress Brent and I feel as parents. Or, it may be her life-long reality and I don't know anyone better than Brent who can model that for her--she can have what she wants but she's got to be willing to work 5 times as hard as everyone else in her class. Flat out, I don't get it...we have video of me coming home from the 1st grade doing homework and that consisted of me writing my name 10 times and I swear to you, Beatle has kids in her class reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid chapter books. Like other jealous parents, I was joking with Beatle when she told me what her classmates were reading and we had each other cracking up. "Whoa, Zach...slow down. What's the rush? You have your whole life to read. Pace yourself, my friend." We have to find humor in this situation or I think we'd all cry.
BR got into a wreck last week. He is fine--thank the Lord! He was in his jeep and an old lady ran a stop sign and hit him. When I pulled up to the scene, I didn't know whose fault it was but assumed it was Brent's because of the way everyone was acting. But no, it turns out you can drive like a bat outta hell but if you have a disabled tag and Jesus stickers all over your car people will be taking pity on you and fetching you glasses of water while you sit in your car like YOU'VE been offended. It was quite hilarious since everyone was ok. Brent wanted to just yell, "Wait a minute...She hit ME!" We got the report today and she was born during WWI. Yes, she is 95 years old and will go to the grave denying that she ran that stop sign.
On the heels of the story above, I'm willing to admit we've been pretty stressed in the last week about the whole situation--the money to fix the jeep, having only one vehicle for now, etc. Like I told my mom today, as Christians we talk about being dependent on Christ, but let's face it--who wants to have their backs to the wall so much that we HAVE to depend on Christ? I like to feel a little more self-sufficient than that. We had some real tight-squeezes in Seminary and when we moved to HS but I resolved to never (if it all possible!) let us get that vulnerable financially. When the accident happened, I remained steadily calm and relatively positive about the whole thing; I just felt that we were being attacked or tested (I still haven't figured out how all that works) this past month and, either way, something spiritual was going on and parlaying its way into the physical. That being said, I let doubt creep in today and started really getting worked up about some of our struggles. But tonight, when Brent was doing budget, we found a check from our mortgage company and that our mortgage was also being dropped $30 a month because we no longer needed to pay our mortgage insurance. I'm so humbled right now; that was enough to know He's in control. I don't know why I don't think He can do things like that or why I don't feel like He's in control! He is! He cares! I serve a God that stopped the sun in the sky so Israel could win a battle and He could have the victory. I only hope I give him the victory and add this to my arsenal when future doubt starts in.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
That's it! I quit!
I put in my two weeks notice to Brent. He said it would take a little longer to find another wife and mother. Although it means nothing, it was sure nice to feel like I held some cards for those few seconds after I announced that I quit. Birdie is at the age where I'd like to drop her off somewhere for several hours and laugh a little laugh as I left with the words, "good luck!" hanging in the room behind me. This age is the reason MOPS groups and mother's day outs were created! She's a busy little birdie. And while I drop her off at nursery, I'm off to teach a class of 3-year-olds or go workout...not exactly a cake walk. Last Thursday, I went to the church office to fax some stuff and found out I was there just in time for FBC Preschool's chapel service so Birdie and I went down to support Brent. It was wild watching them file in, knowing that as early as next year, after I send Birdie to school, I can FINALLY lay around smoking cigarettes and watching soaps all day! Haha! Brent seemed to have some other ideas of what I'll be doing...silly boy.
Friday night we had all my old co-workers and their families over. I miss them! It's crazy to think that you spend so much time with these people and then, nothing. We had a great time catching up!
Beatle started playing the violin. Our church is offering free lessons and a free violin to use for a semester as she practices. Her best friend's dad says that they could get a better sound from twisting a cat. Haha! But, she sure is excited. When I see her walking around, carrying that violin case, her purple glasses on, shoes on the wrong feet, wild clothes on that she picked out herself, and a big toothless smile, I can't help but think that if I were 6-years-old too, Bailey would have some serious competition for a best friend. :)
Friday night we had all my old co-workers and their families over. I miss them! It's crazy to think that you spend so much time with these people and then, nothing. We had a great time catching up!
Beatle started playing the violin. Our church is offering free lessons and a free violin to use for a semester as she practices. Her best friend's dad says that they could get a better sound from twisting a cat. Haha! But, she sure is excited. When I see her walking around, carrying that violin case, her purple glasses on, shoes on the wrong feet, wild clothes on that she picked out herself, and a big toothless smile, I can't help but think that if I were 6-years-old too, Bailey would have some serious competition for a best friend. :)
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Labor Day: It's the Stuff Dreams are Made Of
My new favorite holiday is....drumroll....wait for it, people....LABOR DAY! Ok, it really can't compete with the other big ones but we have had the most amazing Labor Days for the last few years. They are chalked to the brim with memories and family time. Two years ago, we went to see friends in Florida and were at Disney on Labor Day, coincidentally, with my parents--total God thing! And a day in history that will go down as perfect. Last year, we had our yard sale and I remember looking through our front door to the yard and seeing Birdie on Brent's back in a backpack and Beatle playing in the front yard, thinking, "Man, we're a cool family. I'd like to be our friends." :) And then this year, we had Brent's family in town for another great weekend--lots of fun there. We practically begged them not to leave a day early but they wanted some time before they jumped back in to their respective jobs and I get that. But oh, the magic Monday held. We loaded up the jeep in the newly crisp air and took some untraveled backroads, complete with clothes on the line, and BR took us fishing to an overstocked pond and we were pulling in catfish left and right. It was crazy! In about the last 20 years, I've never had fun fishing until yesterday broke that dry spell. Beatle caught, arguably, the two biggest of the day. She had so much fun doing that! Her first fish! Birdie had a good time tottering around and pooping in the wild outdoors. Why nature calls for both girls when we're in the middle of no where, I'll never know! But I came prepared with wet wipes and sanitizer. It was cute seeing Birdie make her fish imitation and ask BR for "More, peeeaaas!" She wanted her daddy to catch one more fish and lo and behold, Beatle caught another one. Beatle loved reeling them in but didn't want to have anything to do with them once they were on shore. I've got a picture of her making a "TaDa" geasture to a fish lying in the grass about 4 feet away. Haha! I decided I wanted to try my hand while BR and Beatle were going to try to start cleaning the fish. I caught a small catfish and was trying to get their attention across the way and was whoopin and hollerin, waving my fish around and accidentally slapped Birdie right in the face with it. Haha! Poor thing. We ran to take the new fish over to them and then, three sets of wide eyes watched in horror as the gentlest man we've ever known mutilated a live fish. He was trying to clean it but it had been awhile and I'm sure an audience didn't make it any easier on him. We came home and the girls napped while BR finished cleaning the fish and then we went to Magic Springs for the last day the water park was open. No one was there because of the weather change and Beatle got to run up and ride everything she wanted to, thanks to short lines and a recent growth spurt. The day ended with fireworks and a contented family, knowing they could hang their hat on another perfect Labor Day.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Living the Dream
To my adoring public,
I apologize for my blogging absence! We have had some technical difficulties around the Roberts' house. But, on the flip-side, I have many wonderful things to blog about.
I did it! About a week ago, Brent and I went to Dallas for me to attend a conference so I could get my group fitness certification! I passed my test and am now teaching a running class with a kickboxing class on the horizon. The morning of us leaving, I was waking the girls up and before Beatle's eyes were even open, she sleepily mumbled, "Mom, i'm glad you're doing your dream." her thoughtfulness is so touching. Honestly, I'm doing a lot of this for her. It's not fair for me to not set a good example and then expect her to break the cycle of being overweight.
The other night, we were reading Bibles in bed and Beatle saw a picture of Biblical patriarch holding tablets in hers and said, "who's this?" and I said, "you know!" and she said, "oh, Noah." and I said, "noooo...he was the prince of Egypt, parted the Red Sea (could tell it was still not ringing a bell)...rhymes with roses." "oh! Noses!" at that moment, I realized we still have some more ground to cover. Haha!
Birdie and I started going to Toddler Time at the library and there's already a Charlotte there so we're going by Lottie. We can't catch a break in this town with these names!
It's getting kind of late but, I promise I will blog again soon. Don't give up on me! :)
I apologize for my blogging absence! We have had some technical difficulties around the Roberts' house. But, on the flip-side, I have many wonderful things to blog about.
I did it! About a week ago, Brent and I went to Dallas for me to attend a conference so I could get my group fitness certification! I passed my test and am now teaching a running class with a kickboxing class on the horizon. The morning of us leaving, I was waking the girls up and before Beatle's eyes were even open, she sleepily mumbled, "Mom, i'm glad you're doing your dream." her thoughtfulness is so touching. Honestly, I'm doing a lot of this for her. It's not fair for me to not set a good example and then expect her to break the cycle of being overweight.
The other night, we were reading Bibles in bed and Beatle saw a picture of Biblical patriarch holding tablets in hers and said, "who's this?" and I said, "you know!" and she said, "oh, Noah." and I said, "noooo...he was the prince of Egypt, parted the Red Sea (could tell it was still not ringing a bell)...rhymes with roses." "oh! Noses!" at that moment, I realized we still have some more ground to cover. Haha!
Birdie and I started going to Toddler Time at the library and there's already a Charlotte there so we're going by Lottie. We can't catch a break in this town with these names!
It's getting kind of late but, I promise I will blog again soon. Don't give up on me! :)
Friday, August 19, 2011
Name Stealing and Accidental Face Kicking
What a ripper! I help teach the 3-year-old Sunday School class and I love those crazy kids but last week we had a visitor come in for "extended session" as I was leaving. The girl was on the arm of an old friend of ours; you see, when we moved to Hot Springs, we had two couples our age that became fast friends. One couple moved back to OK after a few months and the other couple (who had a daughter close to Beatle's age) got a divorce, sadly. As we found out, it's hard having friends that divorce and sometimes, even though we were relatively new friends, I still miss "them". I don't talk much to the wife anymore but we still bump into her every once in awhile but, without sounding like a weirdo, I really miss the husband. I didn't feel like it was ever appropriate though to send him cards, give him a call or email him as such. Brent tried to keep him hooked up with church but I think he just needed a fresh start at a new church. Anyways, I was SO excited to see him Sunday with his new fiancé and her daughter. He was holding her daughter who was obviously distressed about the new environment and was trying to soothe her by saying calming things like, "it's ok. Brendle, it's going to be alright." wait, wait, wait! I asked him, "wait. Like my Brendle??" he gave me a nonchalant "yeah" and went back to soothing her. I felt so ripped off!! I know we haven't trademarked her name yet but I've never heard of a little girl with that name, let alone, at our very church. How weird! And then, my paranoid wheels start turning because the little girl was MAYBE three (she came with a diaper bag and was acting so much younger than everyone else, the extended session teachers agreed she was probably in the wrong class). It made me wonder if this Hot Springs mom had heard Brendle's name within the first year of us being here and dubbed hers as such. I know, it's a stretch but it IS a small town. I think what hurt the worst was the fact that the daddy didn't even act like it was a big deal that we share that common bond, that he didn't even act like our families used to be close. He very well could have been preoccupied or maybe we just bring back bad memories, I'm not sure but it stung.
Moving right along, Beatle told us she's going to be famous for break dancing! We got a good laugh at that and, you know what, maybe she will and then who will be laughing??? :)
Her frienemy, M, "accidentally" kicked her in the face at their table and "accidentally" hit her that day too. Beatle says she made a big production about how it was an accident but Beatle felt quite sure it wasn't. I got upset about that and said, "yes, if it's just words, you need to ignore what she says and keep trying to show God's love but if it continues to be physical, you really need to talk to Mrs. S about it." Beatle said desperately, "she'll just say it was an accident." and to that, I retorted, "well, you need to just tell Mrs. S that Meyah needs help learning to control her body then because that's unacceptable." Beatle laughed a funny little laugh and I asked, "What?" She said, "well, you're usually such a Godly woman! I can't believe you're telling me to say this."
I'm going to leave it at that tonight. Night!
Moving right along, Beatle told us she's going to be famous for break dancing! We got a good laugh at that and, you know what, maybe she will and then who will be laughing??? :)
Her frienemy, M, "accidentally" kicked her in the face at their table and "accidentally" hit her that day too. Beatle says she made a big production about how it was an accident but Beatle felt quite sure it wasn't. I got upset about that and said, "yes, if it's just words, you need to ignore what she says and keep trying to show God's love but if it continues to be physical, you really need to talk to Mrs. S about it." Beatle said desperately, "she'll just say it was an accident." and to that, I retorted, "well, you need to just tell Mrs. S that Meyah needs help learning to control her body then because that's unacceptable." Beatle laughed a funny little laugh and I asked, "What?" She said, "well, you're usually such a Godly woman! I can't believe you're telling me to say this."
I'm going to leave it at that tonight. Night!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
We're back, Baby!!
We had a great first day of first grade! It was so different than Kindergarten: we allowed more time in the morning for pictures, she wasn't nervous and I didn't cry! :) It's really hard to believe she's a first grader though! There was one girl that really got in her head last year. She's a major tattle-tell and she draws things out of Beatle and then Whamo! raises her hand to tell the teacher. Honestly, there are several other things that point to her not being a Christian and not having a very good home life; all things that Beatle's sensitivity led her to see too even though Meyah wears her smooth out. Last year, Beatle had to sit by her most of the second semester so Beatle was longing for a break from her this year. We get to class and whose name is taped down right beside Beatle's?? When Beatle read it, she just melted with helpless laughter. I felt very strongly that this was not a coincidence; God placed Meyah in her class and right beside her again to rub off God's love and truth on her some more. Beatle accepted the challenge but even yesterday when she got home there was some Meyah drama. Meyah told Beatle that she didn't have any friends besides her "precious Bailey" and that hurt her feelings and she started naming off friends she did have and threw a "boyfriend" in there too. Meyah's hand shot up and B got reminded that there are to be no talks of boyfriends. Beatle was feeling discouraged. Later, M said she wasn't going to be Beatle's friend, "....unless you give me one of those sequins (off of her new shirt)." So, Beatle tore one off to give to M and it started unraveling and she lost several more during the day. She came home feeling a used and manipulated; I really think a life lesson was learned yesterday that will hopefully help her in dealing with her classmate. Together, we examined the choices she made when she chased after Meyah's approval. I'm sure there will be plenty more M drama to come but there are Meyah's everywhere and I want her to figure this stuff out while she's just 6. On the upside, Beatle really loves her new teacher!
She lost a tooth on Sunday night, literally. She pulled it herself and she put it in the pillow we have for it and there was major tooth fairy confusion! I guess there was a coin from last time already in there and while she was messing with it her tooth fell out and she didn't know it. So, she thought the tooth fairy came and took the tooth but didn't leave her any money for this time...it was crazy! But she put the empty tooth pillow under hers and in the morning there was a written explaination for the confusion, along with a gold coin. Whew! Now, mom and dad have to find that baby tooth in the living room before she does!
Beatle was a dancing ma-chine at Aunt Suzy's wedding!!! It was SO funny! Her intense expressions and endless moves crack me up. Her flower girl dress was a wreck--stained and ripped. She passed out in the backseat on the way home. It was like she was a party girl on her 21st birthday. Like my friend Amanda said, "She'll remember this as being the best night ever." Birdie came through as a flower girl right at the last moment. She was ready to go about a minute and a half before it was her turn and when we stopped her, she crumpled. I had to go, Beatle had to go, leaving my dad, sis and the wedding planner to work their magic. It was like she came to her senses and relized she almost missed her chance so she started running down the aisle and then she'd stop and start running again. I was so glad for Brent's parents that night; I didn't fully realize how busy all of us would be and they helped so much with Birdie, making the wedding more pleasant for us all. Suzy looked beautiful! They both looked so happy and I'm so happy for them!
Being in so many beautiful homes while in OK, I've been inspired to up my game a little. I realized that with all the busyness of fostering and life, I've just been maintaining my house, maintaining my clutter and maintaining my schedule. Well, it's time to overhaul some things and I've been taking some hard looks at all of those and my school year resolution is PEACE. I want a manageable schedule, minimal clutter and lots of family time. I'm committed to giving it my best shot.
She lost a tooth on Sunday night, literally. She pulled it herself and she put it in the pillow we have for it and there was major tooth fairy confusion! I guess there was a coin from last time already in there and while she was messing with it her tooth fell out and she didn't know it. So, she thought the tooth fairy came and took the tooth but didn't leave her any money for this time...it was crazy! But she put the empty tooth pillow under hers and in the morning there was a written explaination for the confusion, along with a gold coin. Whew! Now, mom and dad have to find that baby tooth in the living room before she does!
Beatle was a dancing ma-chine at Aunt Suzy's wedding!!! It was SO funny! Her intense expressions and endless moves crack me up. Her flower girl dress was a wreck--stained and ripped. She passed out in the backseat on the way home. It was like she was a party girl on her 21st birthday. Like my friend Amanda said, "She'll remember this as being the best night ever." Birdie came through as a flower girl right at the last moment. She was ready to go about a minute and a half before it was her turn and when we stopped her, she crumpled. I had to go, Beatle had to go, leaving my dad, sis and the wedding planner to work their magic. It was like she came to her senses and relized she almost missed her chance so she started running down the aisle and then she'd stop and start running again. I was so glad for Brent's parents that night; I didn't fully realize how busy all of us would be and they helped so much with Birdie, making the wedding more pleasant for us all. Suzy looked beautiful! They both looked so happy and I'm so happy for them!
Being in so many beautiful homes while in OK, I've been inspired to up my game a little. I realized that with all the busyness of fostering and life, I've just been maintaining my house, maintaining my clutter and maintaining my schedule. Well, it's time to overhaul some things and I've been taking some hard looks at all of those and my school year resolution is PEACE. I want a manageable schedule, minimal clutter and lots of family time. I'm committed to giving it my best shot.
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