Monday, September 26, 2016

On Turning 37

Getting older is just weird.

You'll generally hear me lament about the passage of time when it comes to the kids - usually around their birthdays or the beginning of a new school year.  And I especially had a bit of a rough time when Brad celebrated his 40th this year.  It's one thing to have my kids grow in size and advance in age, but it's an entirely new ballgame when my husband - my peer - has a milestone birthday!

I'm not at all sad or angsty about leaving 36 behind.  I'm perfectly okay with 37 (although I have a hunch 38, 39, and the big 4-0 won't come so easily).  But more and more, I'm finding myself particularly in tune with what it means, and what my experience is, in getting older.  And it's just weird.

Weird because I don't necessarily feel 37.  True, I don't know what 37 feels like; this is my first time here.  It's kind of an odd sort of twilight zone experience, where I'm clearly in tune with my younger self - I remember her and her experiences and think of her as being not that far away.  But then, when I do the math, I realize that the Lesley I think I left behind just a couple years ago, graduated from high school 18 years ago.  Holy cats.  And to ice that cake, I often think of myself at the ages my kids are (especially the boys, at nine and seven) and that younger Lesley - well, she's darn near dust.  I remember the first time I found myself saying "Twenty years ago..." and actually remembering 20 years ago.  Now, I can say "Thirty years ago..." and have the same sort of surreal experience.  That's just weird, y'all.

And then, in an especially morbid turn of events, the passage of time in the twilight experience has me thinking about myself into the future - specifically, how much time I have left.  With it, comes the heavy (and this is where some angst comes in) realization that time may not be on my side.  My life may very well be half over.

{Now you all are feeling very weird.  Sorry about that.}

Let's just say longevity doesn't read much on my genetic code.

Hmmmm.  I don't really know where I'm going with this.  Just, time is passing.  We're all getting older.  And when they say "time flies" they really mean it.  I'm in a place where I'm evaluating and discovering and wondering and sensing and trying to figure out what it all means.  Here.  For me.  At 37.  I guess it's never too late for self-discovery.

Here's to embracing growing older.


As for my birthday, it was a really great day.  Church with friends, Culver's with my family, an afternoon spent receiving messages from and Skyping with those that mean the most.  The evening spent with friends, as we usually do on Sunday nights.  And some negotiating on purchase agreements for our house.


What's this?

Yep.  Our house is on the market.  More about that later. 


Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Another New Start

*heavy sigh*

So.  Hi.  Been a while, right?  I know.
I'm not that happy about it, either.
I want you to know that I'm working on it.  I want to catch up even more than you want me to catch up.  Believe me.  And I have hopes and plans to get it done.  I likely won't let you know when I post past stories, so if you're inclined, occasionally scroll down or check the sidebar.  This space is important to me.  I hope to make it a priority again.

Welp.  We did it.  We survived summer.  Even the last two and a half weeks, which were r.o.u.g.h.  Oofta.  But we woke up this morning with renewed energy and enthusiasm, as we welcomed Drew's fourth grade year and Reed's second grade year!  Woohoo!

This guy is super excited about second grade!  He loves his friends and he loves being at school and he's really looking forward to having the teacher he's been assigned to.  He woke up with a big smile on his face and a subtle sort of buzz about his first day.  

He's a bit of a minion fan.

And this stud.  He's growing up, in both stature and maturity.  Still a 9-year-old, through and through, but maturing into quite the young man.  He won't admit to being as excited as Reed is about his first day, but I have a hunch he's looking forward to it.  He has his first ever male teacher, which will be fun and new, and the majority of his buddies are in his class - which we're hoping will be an asset to both Drew and his teacher, and not a liability!  

After his backpack took a beating last year, with more books and supplies toted back and forth everyday, we knew we'd have to graduate from the cheap character bags to the studly-er, big-man-on-campus backpacks.  Drew's favorite colors are black and red, so he's loving this beauty, and after the first two stores fell short, we found the camo lunch bag he wanted at Target.

With a forecasted high of 90 today, with a heat index making it feel like 94... I hope no one melts in our 90 year old, non-air-conditioned school!!

I escorted the boys to school (like I do everyday) and dropped them off in their rooms.  There were so many kids and so many parents throughout the school that I said quick good-byes and saw myself out the door.  Super thankful to have confident, comfortable kids as well as an incredibly fun and safe school for them to go to!

(Annnnnddd he's growing up so much he's telling me "no" when I ask for a picture.  So I took one anyway.)

So, I guess the next question is, what did Ruby and I do all day?  Answer:  absolutely nothing.  And it was rad.

First day of school dinner tradition:  Culver's.  Because duh.

I've learned that I have to be super specific when it comes to asking the boys questions about their day.  That's certainly one of the things I'm not so fond of as they grow older: they begin to clam up.  In summary, they both had great days.  And Drew will have no homework all year long.  He's pretty dang excited about that.

Hello, 2016-2017 school year.

We're so excited you're here.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Favorite Photos of the Week {#8}

{She's learning to help herself.}

{Occasionally, we have a snack supper, which consists of whatever fruit/nuts/crackers/dips/etc etc etc we have on hand.  They are best enjoyed picnic style on the living room floor.}

{Brothers on a Saturday morning.  Yes.}

{She's a sure shot.  No joke.}

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Favorite Photos of the Week {#7}

{Family Feud family game night at church.}

{Old school brought to you by Dad's old baseball game.}

{Reed attended a friend's birthday party at the arcade and scored it big time (500 tickets!) on a it-costs-one-dollar-to-press-your-luck-on-a-two-second-arcade-game game!}

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Skylander vs. Skylander

We delayed on making plans for Drew's birthday this year, well, because I'm just kinda over it.  I think I expressed these thoughts last year and at the time, I had fairly well convinced myself that Drew's party days were over.  And then this year arrived.  And I ate my words.

To be fair, Drew wasn't overly stoked about making plans either, or so it didn't seem.  Perhaps it was just his lack of decision making that caused the delay.  I kinda thought we were to the point where it could be conveniently forgotten about, but then a big dose of mama guilt kicked in and we got our plans in gear.  Yet again, I couldn't convince him to do anything different but have his friends over to the house.  Thankfully, after last years massive invite list, I told him that six friends was the max this year, and all six ended up being able to join us today to celebrate.

And after I got his other birthday cake all wrong - I redeemed myself with this baby.

When we were talking about his party, and what Drew wanted to do with his friends at our house since he wasn't keen to go anywhere to do anything, he opted for a video game tournament.  Skylander vs. Skylander, brackets and everything.  Not all of his friends participated, but they were all good sports about watching and cheering each other on.

Once again, Drew has some of the best buddies.  It was a great afternoon because of them and because of Drew and how well they get along and how well that entertain themselves and how awesome they are to each other.

Love these kids.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Lending Me a Hand

Brad left early this morning, to head back to Iowa for the funeral of a close friend's father.  When the snow began to fall today, and didn't stop, I knew I'd have to recruit the boys to help me out so that I wouldn't get stuck in the driveway...which is what happened the last time Brad was gone and I didn't shovel.

When we got home after school, before they went into the house and unloaded their gear, we all grabbed a shovel and got to work.  And guess what?!  They were totally awesome about it.

And hope remains that I am doing something right here.
And that they will grow up to be mature, responsible, thoughtful men.