Puzzled

Nicole was asked to Prom last week- in a very puzzling way....































It took us quite awhile to figure out what he was trying to say....






And once again- dress hunting began!

Can we come back soon?

At this moment, I am sitting in the waiting room at the IMC hospital. They have amazingly fast internet. I have never read through my daily blog reads (today there were 53 of them!) so fast. I mean seriously fast. Even my ability to comment was remarkably faster! So I am wondering, when I will get to come back? Not that I want to put any of my family members through a medical procedure or have them become ill enough to require a visit here- I'm just saying. This is truly amazing.

When I get the bill for this day- I will not cringe quite as much as I usually do. It was worth it. It was a good day to decide to lug my laptop around.

And in case you are wondering who the lucky patient is? It's Erik. He's fine. Just having a minor procedure done. All is well.

It's About Time

This morning, before the sun was even up, Isaac had gotten himself dressed (a chore of mine), put his contacts in (another chore of mine), done his hair (yes, my job too), and had whipped up a batch of Sally Lund Bread (I PROMISE. I'm telling the truth!).

When I got home from dropping Nicole off at school, he was sitting at the counter eating a warm square of lemony goodness with a huge smile on his face. So proud!

It's nice to know your 11-year-old child really can make it without you- that he doesn't actually need his mother to pick out his clothes, dress him, do his hair, put his contacts in, and make his breakfast for him.

What will I do with all my new free time? Oh! That's right. Clean up the mess he made in the kitchen. :)

Hello March

How does the saying go....in like a lion, out like a lamb?

When it comes to the weather, I'm happy to report, a lion it is not. We are enjoying a few days of 50+ degree weather. Welcome 50's. It's so nice to have you.

As for the health index at our house- it's definitely lion-like. Intestinal flu that won't go away for several family members, croup for the youngest one,migraines, doctor visits, sleep issues, drugs, drugs, drugs. So in that regard, March's reputation is holding true.

But I have hope. Things are going to get better soon.

Winter is winding down, spring is just around the corner. And with spring comes new hope. And hope is good.

(The best thing about a new month? A new calendar page to look at. Don't you agree?)

I Hope

I hope I don't get what Nicole's got- the barfies.
I hope she gets feeling better soon.
I hope Erik makes it home safely today- we've missed him terribly.
I hope the sun sticks around for awhile!
I hope this weekend is relaxing, entertaining, and free from the sickies.
I hope I can finish my writing assignment today so I can enjoy the weekend.
I hope next week is better.

Flyin' High

The basketball season came to an end for the Sophomore and JV teams yesterday. So for now, Nicole is done cheering.

After her fall during cheer camp last summer, she decided she didn't want to be a flyer anymore. But things changed on the team recently, and by default, she was thrown back in to being a flyer again.

In just a few weeks, this is what she has accomplished. She has even managed to wipe the look of pure terror off of her face and replace it with a smile. Amazing.

She's come a long way!

"We are her parents, couldn't be prouder, if you can't hear us, we'll yell a little louder!" (My lame attempt at making up a cheer. )

Let Class Begin

Welcome to my online classroom.

As I was preparing for the weekly class chat for my English class, I looked around and had to laugh.

Getting ready for this 1 1/2 hour class- takes as much time as actually driving the 8 minutes to campus.

So here's a glimpse into my 'set up'. Everything I need for the next 90 minutes of my life. I don't need the cat so much- but she enjoys 'going' to school with me and in fact she's becoming a pretty good writer. She sleeps through class though and never studies- I don't know how she does it.