Today is my Aunt Colleen’s birthday. So, I just want to sit here and publicly say how much I love her.
Colleen, I am so proud of you. You have four beautiful girls and a great husband. I admire your relationship with Roger and I’m glad I was there when you two fell in love and dated and married. Those are great memories. I admire how you are able to work hard as a nurse, and also homeschool your girls and take care of your family.
I’m glad you and I spent so much time together, growing up (we are less than 2 years apart in age). I’ll always remember your little room and staying up late. I was always awake the next morning WAY before you were, LOL, and I would lay there and wait. I’ll always remember our forts, our long walks. Riding the school bus. Going to church. Visiting you in college. Watching “The Sound of Music.” Milking cows. Your bird, “Whistle”. Making cookies (always snickerdoodles) and eating most of the dough raw. And you were the only one who could make me laugh so hard I would pee my pants.
Remember the chicken and cheese? I really wanted to take some “artistic” pictures of chicken and cheese, to make you laugh, but I opted for flowers instead.
best of friends
family
shared memories
faithful love
tried and true
Happy Birthday Colleen, I can’t wait until our trip next weekend, when we can spend together without our 9 children running around us. . . . . . .we can talk about our memories together and make some new ones, too.
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Some pictures from yesterday:
When I was busy getting lunch for David and Caleb, Caleb dumped his milk. He was so funny that I just had to snap a picture. His reaction to his spilled milk was one of sorrow and mourning. “What did you do, Caleb? What happened?” I asked.
“I dumped my MILK all over da place!” he said, tragically.
But when I took the picture, he immediately said, in a normal tone of voice, “Can I see it?”
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Also,
We got a package in the mail yesterday from the FedEx guy.
You see, when we went to Florida, I, of course, spent lots of time carefully packing the children’s suitcases. So, I was pretty surprised, when we got there, to find out that the children had brought all these stuffed animals with them. Their stuffed animals are their favorite playthings lately. They all have names. They are friends. So, the children wanted to take them along on our wonderful vacation.
Too bad that it didn’t turn out to be wonderful for the stuffed animals.
A hotel safe was in the boys closet. The very day we arrived in FL, Ethan packed all the beloved animals in the safe, shut the door, and pushed enough buttons to lock it up tight. Try as he might, he could not open it again. For days, whenever we were in our rooms, I would hear quietly desperate “beep, beep!! beeping” as they all tried to get their friends out of that dark, sad place. We were so busy that it wasn’t until our last night of vacation when Rich called the front desk.
The only people who could open the safe were the engineers. And they wouldn’t be to work until 8:30 the next morning, hours after we had to be gone.
So, these little guys had yet another adventure. Imagine their excitement, when the safe finally opened again and they could see the light of day. Instead of the smiling faces of their children, instead of being taken to Disney, they saw the busy, unamused face of a grown man, who scooped them out and promptly placed them in yet another dark square box. They got Fedexed.
We were all finally reunited yesterday. But one-eyed Charlie bear is still wondering where Cinderella’s castle is. They went through all that crazy traveling for nothing.
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Random question: What do you think of me, with no bangs? I never thought to grow them out, but after I swam in the pool in FL, Rich really liked my hair all back from my face, so I tried to fix it like that again. I’m sort of undecided at this point, about whether I should grow it out.
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Lastly, *this is a long post*, some pictures of Davy-do, on a little (but very heavy) tractor that used to be Rich’s when he was a little boy.
If you mothers out there would like an inspiring read in honor of Mother’s day, may I suggest First Mothers, The Women Who Shaped the Presidents, by Bonnie Angelo? Because I have mostly boys, this book is really interesting to me. How DO you raise a future president? No, I’m certainly not trying to do that, but it is very fascinating to read about all different sorts of mothering/eras in US history/different social standings/educations. . .that all led to a son in the oval office.
Some nice, feel-good mothering quotes are peppered throughout:
“Her sons were privileged to spend a boyhood in her company, the memories were indelible. . .Mother was by far the greatest personal influence in our lives” ~Dwight D. Eisenhower, speaking of his mother, Ida (she had 6 boys!! You should see their family portrait in the book, when the boys were all young, she has the best expression on her face, proud and amused is how I would describe her.)
Okay, that’s the end of a rather long post.
It’s time for me to go make pancakes for my dear little ones.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and that you take a moment to do something for your MOM, and if you are a mom, to remember all the reasons you LOVE BEING A MOM. Maybe you could share a few with me today? Or, perhaps share a special memory of your own mother. . . . . .