We were waiting at the bus stop

First day of kindergarten, of his everyday life for the next 13+ years and he was most excited about finally getting to ride the bus to school.

We took him to school that morning and promised to be at the bus stop when he got there that afternoon.  At his school orientation they had us fill out all the paperwork on which bus he was to ride and even a special paper regarding just the 1st day of school on whether or not he would that day or if it would be different for the 1st day.

That afternoon when the time came we walked down the street to wait at the bus stop.  We were the first ones there and were excited to see him get off the bus and come tell us all about his first day at “big kid” school.  Other parents started showing up to wait for their kids shortly after us.  Then my phone rang.  I just so happened to take my phone with me in case I wanted to snap some pictures of him getting off the bus.  Since we just moved here and not many people from here call me I wasn’t sure who it was since it was a local number.  It was his school… they said that the older students that help getting the kindergartners to the right pickup place had somehow taken Jax to the car pick up line, therefore he missed his bus because it had already left.  They asked if I could come get him or if they needed to send him to after-school care.  I told them I was on my way.  We walked back home, and I’m sure everyone else at the bus stop was wondering why we were leaving, and I headed to the school.

When I got there I found out that they had realized the bus hadn’t left yet so they put Jax on it and then had the driver wait while they called me to let me know.  However, either they dialed the wrong number or I didn’t have a signal on my way because I never got the call.  If I had I would’ve told them to keep him on it cause I knew how bad he wanted to ride it.  Since they weren’t able to get a hold of me again they pulled Jax back off the bus and had him wait in the office until I got there.  Here he was, his first day in a new school and now he was being pulled in every direction and didn’t have a clue what was going on.  He looked scared and upset when I got there.  And he was mad too since he didn’t get to ride the bus.  He said I was on there but then they made me get back off again.  He even had a big piece of paper tapped to his chest that said his name, bus # and address so they would know that he was to ride the bus.  I know mistakes happen and no they didn’t lose him but still how could this happen.

Our ride home was very quiet from the back seat.  I tried asking him questions about his day, all the questions I had hoped he would run off the bus to tell me about that afternoon but he wasn’t in the mood for it.  After getting his name wrong the other day and now this I was starting to wonder how the school year was going to go considering this was just the first day.

Luckily the next morning his happy mood was back and he was still excited about going back to school.  He was up before me and half dressed already.  He watched for his friends to start heading to the bus stop and was telling me to hurry up it was time to go.  I introduced him to the bus driver that morning and let the driver know that he would be riding it home too.  And it’s funny because his bus driver is actually my dads childhood friend and was his bestman at my parents wedding almost 40 years ago.  I told him who I was and he said oh yeah me and your dad go way way way way back.  He seems like a nice guy, I’m glad it’s him cause mean bus drivers are never fun.  I told my dad about him being the driver and oh the stories I have been told about their childhood days.  It’s funny how it really is such a small world.

Needless to say, Jax got to ride the bus that morning and he was on it that afternoon as well and walked off with his big cute smile.  He finally got to do what he wanted to do for so long.  Since then everything has been smooth sailing so hopefully we got the bumps in the road all smoothed out now.

Here’s to wishing him a fun and memorable year in Kindergarten.

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First day of Kindergarten

Last week my baby, and yes he’ll always be my baby, started Kindergarten.  I wasn’t sure if I was ready for him to be gone all day every day yet, but I knew that he was ready.  He had gone to pre-school for two years and did wonderful and this was the next step.  We moved over the summer back closer to family and he has made several new friends from the neighborhood that also go to his school.  Even though they are a grade or two older and he knew they wouldn’t be in his class he was still excited that he would get to ride the bus with them and maybe see them in the hallways at school some days.

On the first day I went in to wake him up that morning and he didn’t want to get up at first.  He told me it was to early and that’s why he couldn’t go to kindergarten.  A few minutes later he was wide awake and up and dressed and back to being excited.  His daddy and I took him out for breakfast that morning before driving him to school.  I had to tell him it was a requirement for me to take a first day of kindergarten picture or else he probably wouldn’t have let me.  Some days he’ll pick the poses for pictures, others I got to fight to get the side of his face.

1st Day of Kindergarten
1st Day of Kindergarten

We had gone to orientation a couple of nights before that where he got to see his classroom and meet his teacher.  So he knew what to expect when we got there Wednesday morning.  At orientation while looking over all his paperwork it took a few minutes before I realized they had his name as Jason (which is his daddy’s name) instead of Jaxon.  So all the cute little decorations around the room and in the hallway that listed all the kids names on them also said Jason.  I made sure to let his teacher know so she could fix it before school started in a couple of days.  But I told Jax that we would just have to change his name now and he replied with “can’t they just use an eraser or something and change it cause I really don’t want to change my name”.

Once we got to school he led the way to his classroom and went straight to his desk.  He was proud of that little desk and thought it was pretty cool that it has an opening in it to put all his stuff.  He had started putting stuff in it already at orientation.  However, I guess he was a little nervous because he wouldn’t look up for me to take his picture at his desk.  He just opened his art box and grabbed a crayon and started coloring away on the coloring sheet the teacher had laid out for each kid at their desks.  I snapped a picture anyways, he just wasn’t looking.  He seemed fine so I told him I was going to leave and that I would be at the bus stop that afternoon waiting for him when the bus dropped him off.  He told me OK and to go ahead home and go to the bus stop to wait for him.  I guess I wanted me to wait there all day just to make sure I was there when he got there.  I said OK for his reassurance and then I kissed him goodbye and left.

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Checking off my list one thing at a time

Some weeks you feel like the week is over before it even starts.  You wonder where all the days went considering there is seven of them, but yet you seem to have accomplished nothing during those seven days.  Other weeks are the opposite and if you’re like me you enjoy the feeling those weeks bring you.

Although I feel there is still so much to do everyday I am glad that this week feels like the weeks where I get a lot accomplished.

Even though it may just be small things, they are small things that needed to be done.

I was finally able to enroll my son in Kindergarten in the new town we just moved to, but don’t get me started on that topic yet.  School starts in 2 weeks and his birthday is the day before. Yay for him right?!  So he’s enrolled and we have gotten all his school supplies, except the one thing that I guess all of the teachers want since every store is out of them.  And even got all his birthday invitations mailed out and his party booked.  For his birthday he decided that he wanted bunk beds for his room, and they were delivered today so he got them a little early and now has his room fixed up.  I let him pick out new sheets and curtains for his new room and got them washed and put on his bed and the curtains hung.  He’s a happy little boy tonight!  Also got his haircut and signed him up for soccer this season.

Bunkbeds
Bunk beds

As for me, I’ve managed to get a lot of paperwork done this week and I even signed up for a gym membership.  Haven’t actually gone yet but hey signing up is a start and I will go, I’m ready to.  My older sister joined and we are going to do this together.  I need to do this and want to do this for me.

Maybe it isn’t much but things are getting done this week.  Now if only the rest of the boxes from our move would unpack themselves that would be great because I’m pretty sure I’m not getting that done this week.

How is your week going?  Do you have weeks where you look back and wonder where they went too?

I’m not ready yet…

Some things in life you just get used to.

You get used to your daily routines, the people you are with and everything in between.  Three and a half years ago, when I began working from home my daily routines changed and my “people” I’m around all day changed.   Instead of co-workers, I got to be around my son all day.  And I have enjoyed every minute of it.  Well almost every minute, not the tantrums and other bad moments every parent has with a 2-5 year old.  But, we have been best friends for the most part.  He did go to pre-school the last two years for a few hours a week but that became the new routine and I always knew when I’d have him back to myself.

Since our recent move things have changed and although I’m extremely happy about them, I’m also kinda sad, or even jealous in a way.  Right off the bat he made a new friend with our next door neighbor.  Then another kid down the street.  Where we lived before we were out by ourself with no other kids around to play with.  Maybe that’s why he enjoyed going to pre-school because there he had friends to play with and act his age.  Now every morning he wakes me up wanting to go outside and play.  He will ask for hours if its late enough yet to go knock on the neighbors door.  Needless to say he is loving it here.  All day he’s either playing and hanging out with his friends or his cousins which have always been like his best friends even though we were hours away and didn’t get to see them much.  He had his first “non-family” sleep over and kids are in and out over here non-stop now.

As for me, I knew the time would come but I wasn’t ready for it to happen just yet.  I’m not his main prioity anymore.  He even turns me down when I ask if he wants to go to the store with me to play with his friends instead.  Don’t get me wrong, I truely do love that he has friends to play with and his own “people” his age to hang out with.  He gets to be that kid now and it warms my heart and makes this move feel right.  Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy not getting interrupted every five minutes while I’m working & the extra time my husband & I get alone together, but I still miss my baby.

It makes me realize my little baby boy is growing up and isn’t a baby anymore.

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Boys being boys

He’s a little boy doing little boy things like having bike races down the street and nerf gun fights, playing video games that he doesn’t have to beg me to play with him, jumping on the trampoline and laughing and just having fun.  He goes and stays at his mamaws house with his cousins or at their house and when he’s away and I talk to him on the phone he sounds so grown up.  The last couple weeks I’ve stolen him a couple days and kept him all to myself, at least for a few hours each time to go swimming and to the park etc., things that I know he loves doing.

I miss my little baby, my buddy, but I’m proud of the little boy he’s becoming and looking forward to watching him grow.  If only time would slow down a little, that would be nice.  I’m not ready yet…

Moving day adventures

The move…

After four and a half days straight of packing it was moving day.  Ready or not it was time, and I wasn’t ready.  That morning we went and picked up the U-haul and then met the two men we had rented to load our heavy stuff back at the house.  Yes you can rent men! Ha! I had never heard of it but I guess it’s a new service through U-Haul.  Or maybe it’s not new it’s just new to me.  We had them for 2 hours and was going to get every bit of that time put to good use.  We were very thankful that they got all the heavy stuff and a lot of the boxes that were ready loaded too.  Although I was later not a happy camper when I noticed that some of my furniture had been scratched up and not just a little scratch.  Plus, I then had to climb up in that very hot truck and rearrange things to help keep them in place and also to have the room for more stuff.  And man did we pick a hot day to do this.  I looked like I had just gotten out of the shower with all the sweat pouring off of me.

Shortly before their time was up my parents showed up with 2 of their flatbeds.  When you own a towing company you get to haul what you want when you want.  They came to tow my husband’s ’70 Camaro and our playhouse that was actually mine when I was younger that they had brought down for my son last fall.  They chipped right in on helping getting all the random things around the house left unpacked packed.  Things seemed to keep multiplying.  I knew we had a lot of stuff, or I have a lot of stuff as my husband says, but you don’t realize how much stuff you really have until you have to pack it all up.

We packed and loaded and packed and loaded all that day until after dark when we were to tired to do anymore.  We did get the U-haul full and ready to go but that afternoon we realized everything wasn’t going to fit so we had to go get one of their enclosed trailers too.

The next morning we were at it again.  We loaded up some of the trailer and then got our mattress loaded.  We had more of our family on stand by for when we got there with the truck to help unload everything and since it was Sunday and everyone would be going back to work on Monday my husband went ahead and headed that way with the U-Haul.  Me and my parents stayed behind to finish packing and loading up.  My dad still had to load the flat beds and now pull the trailer behind one of them.  Little did we know that it would literally take us all day and night before we would even get on the road.

It was another extremely hot & humid day and none of us had much energy left but we knew we had to get it done, so we did.

When we finally thought we were ready to head out, one thing after another kept happening.  The plan originally was to load the trailer on the back of one bed and pull it backwards behind the other and then my mom would drive my car and I would drive my husbands and of course my dad would drive the flatbeds.  That plan didn’t work out as planned so then he unloaded the trailer and loaded my car on the bed and hooked the trailer onto the hitch on that flatbed.  All this loading and unloading and strapping down etc. takes a lot of time.  We finally thought we were ready to go, had the riding lawn mower, Camaro and playhouse (which is actually a 100+ year old outhouse that has been remodeled) loaded on one and then the other was loaded with the porch, basketball goal, my car and U-Haul trailer which my mom was going to drive and I was going to follow behind.

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We went down the road to fuel up and grab a bite to eat to take on the road.  It was already 8pm.  At the gas station I watched as a group of bikers stared in disbelief as my mom got out of the drivers seat of that loaded flatbed.  When we came out with our food the flatbed wouldn’t start.  I drove my car over to it to jump it and of course the bikers were still watching.  I bet they thought it was a sight.  Got it started up and off we went.  We made it a couple miles down the road and it died completely.  She was behind my dad and he had told her what lights to use if she needed him to pull over so she started blinking them on and off to get his attention.  She coasted it down a hill to a side turning lane where we all stopped.  Turns out the alternator had gone out.  They were afraid it might because their mechanics were told to replace it before their trip but they found out no one ever did.  So now it was on to plan D, E, F or somewhere around there, which was my dad towing it from the front.  Just in order to do this he had to pull the drive shaft and hadn’t wanted to mess with that.  We weren’t going to rearrange everything again and my car was packed in every seat but mine so my mom ended up riding with him.

He hooked up and drove it all back down to gas station we were at before to have the shop next door pull the drive shaft because he was wore out, we all were.  They couldn’t get to it for another hour so he just did it himself.  Only problem was that the regular driver of that truck didn’t have everything in there or in the right places like they were supposed to be so it took forever to find the right stuff to get it done.   Needless to say they scheduled a drivers meeting 1st thing the next day!

Finally we were ready to try it again. We headed out with this long train and actually made it all the way this time. Although it was almost 4am by the time we got there.

Flatbed train
Flatbed train

Meanwhile, at the new place they got the U-Haul unloaded and returned.  They waited around for a while thinking we would be there but as you can see that didn’t happen.  My brother who also works with my parents did hang out close by at their place until we got in town and met us at the new house.  Since the next morning was Monday they needed their trucks so everything had to be unloaded off of them.  I don’t know how he did it but my dad managed to back that U-Haul trailer into my driveway just perfectly with the “train” all still hooked together.  We decided to unload it in the morning and my brother helped to get everything else unloaded from the flatbeds.

We finished up as we watched the sun come up…

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Everything just took off

The plan was to move this summer back closer to family before our son starts Kindergarten in August.

We discussed it and it all started out nice and slow, then all of a sudden everything went into fast mode.

We had looked up a few places online around the area that we might be interested in but it’s hard to check them out when you are 4+ hours away.  So we decided to make a trip and go look at some places.  We scheduled a couple showings but before the days we were actually supposed to meet there we went driving around checking places out.  And let me tell you, pictures posted usually don’t show “the truth”.  Some we thought would be really good and came to find out the neighborhood wasn’t very good or what looked like a decent yard was actually just a big hill.  And the ones that did have a somewhat flat yard there really wasn’t much yard at all.  We just wanted room for our son’s trampoline and couldn’t even find that.  Needless to say we canceled all the appointments we had scheduled and were starting to give up hope that we would find what we needed.

That Sunday afternoon a new posting was listed but didn’t show any pictures yet and there was another right across the street from it but it said they didn’t allow pets and we have 2 cats.  So my husband headed home and I decided to stay another day to call about the house just listed first thing in the morning.  When I called they said they could show both and both would allow small pets.  Went to the one that was listed as no pets and when we walked in it had a bad odor.  And then while I was trying to talk, my son kept telling me he didn’t want it cause it had ants in it and he finally got my attention when he said “LOOK”!  I looked down and all our legs were covered, but it wasn’t ants, it was fleas!  We left there right then and was shaking them all off outside.  And this was the house listed as no pets allowed.   By then I was sure we weren’t going to have any luck but went ahead and went down the street to be shown the other house.  Surprisingly the yard was actually pretty flat and back yard too so there would be room for his trampoline so that was a plus.  Went in and it was what we were looking for and in our budget since we were going to be paying for two houses until ours either sold or we got a renter for it.

I took pictures and sent to my husband as we walked through.  I told him we liked it and he said take it.  With as hard as it had been to find anything good we weren’t going to let it slip through our hands.  And that’s when everything took off.

I went straight over to my work office and sent the application in.  That night we drove home and the next day were sent the links to finish up our application.  Wednesday morning we got the call that we were approved. We started making calls on getting things scheduled to be set up/turned on etc. at the new place and scheduled an appointment to sign the lease for that friday.   We made the trip back up and I stayed through Father’s Day then I headed back to start packing while the boys stayed there for all the techs coming to do hookups.

I packed liked crazy for a couple days and we wanted to be moved by July 1st so after checking the weather we decided that we would move that weekend…

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He walked out of the bathroom with WHAT?!?…

All us ladies always love a little pampering when we can get it, right?  Well, my 5 year old was determined the other night to pamper me.  I of course was all for it.  I had just had a shower and was getting ready to brush my hair out so I could dry it and he wanted to do it for me.  So he stood up on the toilet seat and he combed through my hair.  He’d talk as he did it and move it from side to side saying things like “yep that looks good, and just a little more over here”.  He didn’t want to stop so I told him he could do it some more after I blow dried it.

After drying my hair he directed me to my bed to lay down so he could brush it some more.  It’s easier for him to reach when i’m laying down.  So off we went to my room.  He then told me to look the other way for a minute.  He walked around to his daddy’s side of the bed and grabbed his backscratching stick/hand and told me to lay still.  Sure why not I thought.  I’d love a good back massage.

So he brushed my hair along with more talking to himself about how he was fixing it and massaged my back. I was so sweet of him and actually pretty relaxing.  He then told me to close my eyes and he’d be right back.  My bathroom door is by my side of the bed and I heard him go in there and get into a draw.  At first I thought he might be trying to get a ponytail holder or something to hold my hair back the way he fixed it.  But I knew there weren’t any in the drawers and I could hear him coming back.  So I had to peak to see what he had gotten and I’m SO glad I did when I seen what he was carrying…

He had gotten out my scissors and was coming to cut my hair!! OH MY! If I hadn’t looked I would’ve needed a hair dresser the next day or maybe even a wig.  I love my child and how thoughtful he can be and I know he was just trying to pamper and take care of his mommy but I no longer trust kids if I can’t see what they are getting. Ha!

My eyes will stay open for all future pampering!


7 Things I’ve learned as a coach

This season I volunteered to coach my sons soccer team.  I know the game and started playing when I was 5 years old and played up until highschool and loved it.  I’ve been out of the game for many years but I thought it would be fun and I wanted to make sure there was enough coaches so all the kids that signed up to play would be able to.  I noticed things were done differently than how soccer is usually played last season and I wanted to teach them the right way.  I hoped to at least teach them something.  After signing up I learned that this is just the way they do things here.  We split the teams and play on 2 small fields at a time.  One coach on each field playing coach and ref.  It does help to get everyone more playing time, just different from what I was used to.

The U6 age group is probably the hardest group to coach.  You are trying to get 10 or more 4, 5 & 6 year olds to listen while having them run around a field.  And that is a LOT of energy all in one place!  And it seems like the season ends as soon as it starts.  It started a couple weeks ago and ends next week already.  All this rain this year has made it hard to get any practices in to actually work with the kids.  But at this age it’s mostly about the kids having fun.  To get them out there and let them get the feel of the ball and see if it’s a sport they like.  If they enjoy it, they will learn it.

Here are a few things I’ve learned this season:
1. My kid isn’t the only one who has way to much energy.   This can be a good thing and a bad thing.

2. All that energy wears out fast when they are constantly running back and forth around the field.  Towards the end of the game you can really start to see them slow down.  Especially when everyone didn’t showed up and you don’t have any subs so they have to play the whole game.

3. Soccer comes natural to some kids.  And I love to watch them play.  Others not so much.  Maybe they haven’t been out there enough to get the hang of it yet or maybe it’s a sport their parents want them to play and they could care less.

4. The excitement on the kids faces when they score a goal is priceless! I Love seeing that look of accomplishment and feel so proud for them.  My team and the other team.

5. When the kids are off in another world instead of in the game, it makes for a rough game and a game of patience.  I was told after one game by a parent that I must have a lot of patience.  I don’t really but as a coach it’s my job to give and show that patience the best I can.  That was a rough game.  I think I did everything for the players on the other team except kick the ball.  (Physically move them into place, turn them around, line them up over and over and over again… They were in another world that day.)

6. Some kids are just whiny. Period.

7. Some kids are very clingy.  They want to hold your hand and hug on you non stop.  I don’t mind hugs and high fives etc. but when you literally have to peel them off of you constantly when you are trying to coach a team, that can be a little much.  I don’t know if they are needing the attention or if that’s just their personality.

Even with everything, the good, the bad, the annoying parts and all the raining days, I’m glad I’ve been able to coach this season.  I’ve met some really great kids and have enjoyed watching them play and have fun.  Just wish the season lasted a little longer.  Tonight a little girl on my team brought me a picture that she colored for me, it was so sweet.  And my son loves that I’m his coach.  He is sure to tell everyone which makes me happy to know that he enjoys my involvement.

Just STOP!

The other day the news posted on facebook about a cop giving a little girl a “warning” for underage driving.   And the comments were unbelievable and ate me up.

Ok, so the little girl was just 2 years old and was driving her battery powered car down the road in her neighborhood.  The cop stopped behind her and got out like a normal traffic stop and instead of a ticket she just got a warning for underage driving.  Okay, calm down, this was all joke.  The headline of the post even stated it was for a good laugh.  It was cute!

Most of the comments were saying how cute.  And maybe she should get a ticket for no insurance too and so on.  Everyone was playing along knowing it was all for fun.

Well, just like with anything anymore you’ve got those few people trying to ruin it for everyone else.  Some of the comments turned to “Well I guess our police officers have nothing better to do than waste our tax dollars.” And “Where are that girls parents?”.  “Why would the police do that to a child when children are suppose to be taught not to be afraid of cops?”  I’m sorry, is a piece of paper scary??

Ok first off, I’m sure the little girls parents were the ones taking the picture and it wasn’t a highway she was driving on.  It looked like a neighborhood and why can’t she ride in the street if someone is there with her.  When I was young I lived in the streets of my neighborhood, either riding my bike, skating or whatever.

And then for all the comments about the police having nothing better to do… I would think that is a good thing!  Or maybe I’m just crazy thinking no crime is good.  I’m sure they didn’t tell the bad guys or a victim somewhere to just hold on a few minutes while I play pretend with this little girl.  I mean, really?? And actually police should have a very boring job with LOTS of free time.  Unfortunately the world is so screwed up and full of selfish idiots that they don’t get to have that boring job.  Think about it… If a cop has down time than it’s a good day, no one is being robbed or shot and no one is in a car accident etc.  Everyday would be a play day in a perfect world, but we all know we are FAR from that and only getting farther away each day.

My point is, everyone needs to just STOP! Stop being so judgemental, Stop trying to rain on everyone’s  parade, Stop acting like you know best, just STOP!  Lighten up, have a little fun and enjoy life a little.

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Seventeen years and counting

Here’s to many more…

Today marks our 17th anniversary!!  WOW!  Although only our 13th Wedding anniversary but still, 13 or 17 however you want to count it, is pretty amazing I think.  When we met we were just a couple of kids and I never would’ve imagined that all these years later here we’d be.

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We stood at that altar and promised each other our love and our life.  We had no idea what life was going to throw at us.  We are who we are today because of how we have grown together over the years.  It hasn’t always been easy, but it’s all been worth it.

To me marriage is something special.  It’s being in love with someone even through their darkest days.  It’s building your partner up and helping them succeed.  It’s knowing that no matter what, someone always has your back.  It’s sharing their joys with them and lending a shoulder during their sadness.  It’s listening to them snore all night while wishing you had ear plugs.  Or being grateful that they understand when you are in a bad mood.  It’s the 3am middle of the night “Let’s cook some eggs and bacon” and you do it together both half asleep.  It’s still choosing to love that person day after day, year after year.

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Choice: that was the thing

My husband is the love of my life and I’m grateful that we found each other all those years ago and that we found love.  I can’t imagine my life without him.

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Happy Anniversary Jason! – I will love you Always & Forever
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