Archive for the ‘Will’ Category

I’m on a mission – I’m on a mission to get rid of half of everything we own. This house contains enough to furnish ANOTHER house/apartment and clothe another family. That’s a bit much. There are constant piles of dirty laundry in my house. I can never get through it fast enough, so I’ve stopped trying. I don’t like that – my husband doesn’t like that. My well being doesn’t like it either. My goal is to get us back to the basics. I want to be able to keep my house clean AND tidy and have my laundry caught up, so I can spend more time playing with my family and doing things for ME. I’ve filled 2 huge boxes with kitchenware and shoes/clothes. I anticipate filling at least 10 more boxes. I can’t wait.

My aunt passed away in April – my only aunt. We weren’t close. There were many issues and I tried hard to get past them. But, years of habitual lying will break down a relationship. The lying broke down MANY relationships between my aunt and other family members. I’m sad for my mom (her only sibling), my cousins and my grandmother. I pray she’s in a better place.

My mom has recently been evaluated for a heart transplant. She spent almost a month in hospitals – some time was spent with small town doctors not having a clue how to treat her and some time was spent in the 9th best hospital in the country with amazing doctors treating her. I’m 10 hours away from my mom (by car), so my sister is having to deal with the majority of the stress involved. I sometimes feel like I’m being punished for living so far away. I also feel like my husband gets punished for it, which is not fair AT ALL. We, as a family, chose to live here. When I need to be there, I’m there. I hate guilt – especially when it’s adults who are throwing it around.

My oldest son Will played baseball in the spring – he was amazing and had loads of fun.

We spent MANY days at the baseball field watching him play – I love seeing him doing something he loves. He also made the league’s all star team.

We also did our obligatory trip back to see family for the summer. We had a mostly enjoyable time. I won’t go any further than that. We always call it a “vacation” – mostly because my husband is getting paid for it. But, based on the true definition of the word vacation, it’s the exact opposite……

So, as you can see, we’ve been really busy. Some good, some not so good. I guess that’s called life!

I had BIG plans to be up to date on Henry’s scrapbook. I would do each month as it passed and I would be able to open the book today and see pages done up to 22 months (he’s 23 months old). That never happened. In fact, he’ll be 2 in a few short weeks and I don’t have one page in that book. I have a few done, but they aren’t in order. I’ve heard scrapbookers say that one can never be behind in scrapbooking. My oldest boy will be 8 this year. I have his 3rd birthday done. I’d say that’s being behind. My middle boy turned 6 in January – I’ve got his 1st birthday done. Again, behind.

Here are some that I’ve worked on recently:

I think it’s something that’s embedded into the genes of women who become mothers. You know you’re done having children. But, seeing babies makes your uterus and ovaries quake like nothing else. You see a fresh from the heavens baby and you sigh and look longingly. I do it often. I see pregnant women and long for that belly again. I know I don’t want anymore children. Sigh.

I’ve been forced to sort through the baby clothes in my house. Henry is moving into 2T stuff and I need to clean out the smaller stuff. I hold up the itty bitty pieces and tears well up in my eyes. I’ll never have another peanut to put in those clothes. I’ll never be able to soak up that baby smell. I’ll never sit on my couch and hold a newborn for hours. and hours. and hours. It amazes me {and saddens me at the same time} that time has flown that quickly. I look at some of those clothes and remember my sweet Will wearing them and now, he’s 7 1/2. I held the outfit that Jake wore when he first learned to walk. I smelled the clothes that I swear Henry wore last week, but really, it was many, many months ago. Time is funny – it has a way of making you mourn what you don’t have anymore, but it also has a way of making you treasure where you are right now.

My sister in law is having twins this summer – we’re all very excited. I’m sorting the clothes for her {if she has a boy or boys}. I took out one outfit that I’ll keep forever. It reminds me SO much of my two younger boys – it makes me smile every time I look at it. I’ll keep one that reminds me of my big boy, too.

I’ll pass these clothes on to people who need them, treasure the few pieces I keep for myself and smile. I have lots of pictures and memories that no one else can have.

Will’s entire world revolves around sports – doesn’t matter the sport either. We can take him to any major (or minor even) sporting event and he becomes so engrossed in it that he pays no attention to what is going on around him. He watches the entire game, from start to finish and asks a million questions along the way. He’ll tell us when he’s hungry or when he needs to use the bathroom, but other than that, he won’t move….for hours….

My husband won week long passes to the PGA Championship in a raffle a few months ago. We’d been prepping both big boys for weeks now on proper etiquette at a golf course, especially one like Oakland Hills CC and how important it is to BE QUIET and USE INSIDE VOICES EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE OUTSIDE, etc. etc.

Jake lasted all of 10 minutes on Monday – he was hot, he was tired and he was thirsty and we literally had been there 10 minutes. We vowed he wouldn’t go again and he was good with that…lol He even asked to go to the babysitter on Wednesday! We took Will again on Wednesday and he got loads of autographs and a few golf balls from different caddies.

He and his daddy went again this morning – since it’s the 2nd round and “this one counts” (it’s not just practice – all of this according to Will), they wanted to be there early. Will comes barreling through our bedroom door at 5:30 this morning, so excited he could barely contain himself and said, “Mommy, we’re leaving now. We’ll be gone all day!”. He was giddy and I barely got my “I love you, be a good boy and have a GREAT time” out of my mouth before he was running downstairs to meet Brian to leave.

If any of you watch golf and you watch it today – if there’s coverage from the 12th green and you hear a 5 year old male voice scream, “GET IN THE HOLE” – that’s my boy