Late Easter

MaMaw is here. I think she is in the kitchen unloading my dishwasher right now. . .after she bought us dinner. We may have to split her in two via the wisdom of Solomon–or at least threaten to the way the kids are both trying to do separate things with her at the same time. Mother Daughter Luncheon this weekend, so I will continue to be absent from my own blog–much like I have been the past two months. Before I go again, however, here’s Easter.

Le Spread on a make-do table.

Le Spread on a make-do table.

My baybehs. . .

My baybehs. . .

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Heather on my green couch in her lavender dress.

One Proud Scout

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I have told you before that Tony is an Eagle Scout. This is, aside from siring his children and being elligible for his University of Houston class ring, one of the most important, tangible things he’s accomplished in his lifetime.

Thad became a Tiger Cub this year. He is very proud of what he’s accomplished as are we all. He’s had a great time, and scouts is just a good thing. Tonight he and Tony participated in the Father Son Cake Bake. Traditionally the cakes have been sold as a fund raiser, but Thad’s particular pack decided to donate the cakes to community leaders this year.

As luck would have it, we live down the road from a Sheriff’s Deputy, so we called to offer him Thad’s cake. He was at a community board meeting tonight at the volunteer fire station, so all of the community leaders–a police officer, a couple of firemen, the fire chief’s wife, and some other people we couldn’t identify–got to eat cake.

Thad with some community leaders:  a nurse, Deputy Gary, and Fireman Grady

Thad with some community leaders: a nurse, Deputy Gary, and Fireman Grady

Thad won the golden spoon trophy for “Tiger Cub Best in Theme.” (The theme was Jurassic Park.)

Thad and the Golden Spoon for Best in Theme Tiger Cub

Thad and the Golden Spoon for Best in Theme Tiger Cub

It was a family effort. He and his Daddy really DID bake the cake together. I took stuff to make icing to school today and whipped up some cream cheese frosting in Tony’s science classroom (he has counters and sinks) during my planning time, then helped Thad to decorate the cake after school. Thad really got into using the grass tip. He did the stars for the dino’s body with some guidance–went a little amok with the grass tip with some guidance–but the clouds were all his own.

Thad's Cake

Thad's Cake

Blue and White

It is not yet May, and my love affair with the 8th grader is waning. They are stretching, reaching, pummeling, tearing, ripping their way toward high school. Therefore, I have been tired. Tired. Tired. Tired. And absent from my little blogosphere. Today was particularly trying and more than anything I wanted to crawl into a nice, comfortable hole and pull it in after me.

But the Mother & Daughter luncheon is on May 2nd and there is MUCH to do. MUCH. TO. DO. So I decided to do what I could, and tonight that was putting my blue and white dishes into my Granny’s china cabinet. Here is photographic evidence of the event that saved (barely) my sanity for today.

Granny's china cabinet with my blue and white Arden dishes and two crystal pieces--one from Momma and one a wedding gift.

Granny's china cabinet with my blue and white Arden dishes and two crystal pieces--one from Momma and one a wedding gift.

My Granny would only have loved this more if the dishes had lavender flowers.  She loved lavender.

My Granny would only have loved this more if the dishes had lavender flowers. She loved lavender.

I love the blue and white dishes with the blue and white walls and dark cherry furniture.

I love the blue and white dishes with the blue and white walls and dark cherry furniture.

Victoria helped too–with the sanity saving AND the china cabinet. At one point, all I could think to do to make me feel better was to get her into my lap. She was on the computer working on her novel (no lie–and it’s VERY well written), but she obliged and told me about her day. There is something healing in holding your daughter on your lap–even when she doesn’t fit anymore.

We made it work.

Today was “gel pen day” in science class. I am pretty sure it was “gel pen day” because Victoria’s teacher is having the same problem with her 5th graders that I’m having with my 8th. My girl, however, is one that TRULY LOVED getting to do her science study guide in pink and purple gel pen, “. . .’cause we’re SUPPOSED to do them in pencil, Momma, but Mrs. Detering said it would be okay for ONE day to use the special gel pens that the P.T.O. gave her.”

Tomorrow I need to pay more attention to the ones that love what we are doing in class–or at least choose to politely endure it. Maybe we need a gel pen day in 8th grade.

Indulge Me

My baby.

My baby.

My baby.

My baby.

We are set to close on our old house on Wednesday. I’m making a photo album for the new owners. The thing that made me okay about waiting two months to close after they decided to buy it (which meant two more payments for us) was that our realtor told us “they are already emotionally invested in the house.”

I get that.

I get walking into a room and saying “and this will be the nursery. . .wouldn’t the armoire fit perfectly here. . .I love this yard.” They may not care one way or the other about these photos, but it will make me feel better to let them know that our house has been steeped in love and contentment and joy and tears of several kinds too.

I stayed up late taking digital photos of older photos as I don’t have our scanner (thank you Stephanie), hooked back up yet and putting them on my blog is the fastest way to get them to myself at school to print. So YOU get to share in the joy. They are out of order, but there are captions, so you’ll get the idea.

Walk like an Egyptian.

Walk like an Egyptian.

Victoria's 1st birthday.

Victoria's 1st birthday.

Victoria's birthday, 2008

Victoria's birthday, 2008

Thad's 1st birthday

Thad's 1st birthday

Thad's birthday, 2008

Thad's birthday, 2008

Not all sunshine and roses. . .

Not all sunshine and roses. . .

Rear of house before grading and sod. . .and porch.

Rear of house before grading and sod. . .and porch.

They tried our carpet out on the street first.

They tried our carpet out on the street first.

Ice storm, January, 1997

Ice storm, January, 1997

The mantle was a great place for a Santa collection.

The mantle was a great place for a Santa collection.

The sand box can hold 6 big girls or one cranky, possessive toddler.

The sand box can hold 6 big girls or one cranky, possessive toddler.

Planting the red oak, March, 1997.  Tony was very proud of his tree.

Planting the red oak, March, 1997. Tony was very proud of his tree.

Oat tree, Autumn, 2000

Oat tree, Autumn, 2000

Oak tree, April, 2009

Oak tree, April, 2009

Victoria at 12 months.

Victoria at 12 months.

Ouch.  This one is painful.  Younger.  Thin(ner).  Fingernails.  Pre-babies.

Ouch. This one is painful. Younger. Thin(ner). Fingernails. Pre-babies.

Tony with our brand new boy.  This one still breaks my heart.

Tony with our brand new boy. This one still breaks my heart.

Apples and trees.  Peas in pods.  Mighty oaks and little acorns.

Apples and trees. Peas in pods. Mighty oaks and little acorns.

A once in lifetime opportunity.

A once in lifetime opportunity.

A slab!!! Finally!!!

A slab!!! Finally!!!

We were just a little excited.

We were just a little excited. August, 1996

April, 2009

April, 2009

Original kitchen. . .I was so proud.

Original kitchen. . .I was so proud.

Phase one of The Pergola (aka:  back porch)

Phase one of The Pergola (aka: back porch)

House Frame

House Frame

Dem bones, dem bones, dem house bones

Dem bones, dem bones, dem house bones

Waiting for a slab

Waiting for a slab

Post-Break-Redundancy

clockI have a very long, photo filled post to post at some posting time later. For now, run over to Melanie’s and read HER post on not postponing time with your kids. For me, it stung a bit–just bit–but was a good reminder that even though I need breaks, those breaks shouldn’t turn into hours of breakage that could eventually break things I don’t want broken.

My post later.

Enjoy your Easter weekend–the beauty and symbolism of spring (even if it’s cold and rainy where you are–it will be here too).