Sweet Sadie is Four!

***DISCLAIMER: I wrote this post in December.  AND I scheduled it to post on Sadie's birthday, December 29.  Yes, I'm a bad blogger for not double checking...and for not posting in two months.  But I totally blame Blogger for not posting this on time. :) ***

I am a bad blogger.  A bad, bad blogger. But my sweet SadieBeth turns four today, and if that isn't a good reason to write, I don't know what is. :)

It's hard to believe she's four...in one way, it seems time has flown and how in the world can she already be FOUR...yet in another part of my brain she's been so grown up and big-girl-acting for so long that I have a hard time believing she's only four. 

That being said, I think I've figured out the curse of the middle child.  When Jackson was 4, I started expecting him to dress himself.  Sadie started doing the same thing at 3, but when she has trouble, I think, "What's the problem? She should be able to do this already!"  ...because I pretty much expect her to do whatever Jackson does. 

Of course, I only take partial blame.  Sadie loves, loves, loves her big brother and does her best to keep up with him in every way, which makes me think she's older than she is.  That, and the fact that "I do it myself" has been a part of her vocabulary practically since birth.

Sadie is sweet, silly, smart (although if you tell her she is, she will reply, "No I'm not!" like it's the craziest thing she's ever heard...I'm not sure why, but we constantly reiterate that smart is GOOD.), loves church and princesses and make-up.  She is a very strong-willed little thing, but she also loves to please people.  She still prefers playing with the boys, but I do hear a few girl names being thrown about these days.

She got her first pedicure this year, and is gradually softening to letting me do fancy-schmancy things to her hair, which is so long and pretty these days.  She also got her first (and second) black eye this year...I'm afraid this might be the first of many, as she prefers looking at the person she's talking to rather than where she's going. She also became a fan of the VHS twirlers, cheerleaders and "Dazzwers," and somehow we're going to have to figure out how she can be all three in a few years. :)

Today she will be going to breakfast with her Aunt Debbie, whose birthday is also today...although she's not turning 4...and we will go somewhere special for dinner. We will have her party in a couple of weeks, after everyone shakes the post-Christmas exhaustion. 

I love you, sweet girl!

ONE

As hard as it is to believe, my sweet Annabelle is a year old today.

 We had a small family party for her on Sunday.  I disobeyed the cardinal rule of first birthday parties:

Nap first, party later.

This was the closest thing to a smile that we got in most of her pictures.  She wasn't unhappy at all, just SLEEPY.  She was a good sport, and loved her cake, but was more than ready for her nap well before we opened presents.  :)

Another little "slip-up" was her super duper cute birthday outfit.  Yes, I let her wear it while she ate cake.   She only turns one once, and I'd learned from Sadie that it would probably wash beautifully (it did).  The only problem was that her tights made her slide all over the table!  I was hoping to get all these super cute smash cake pics, but as soon as we sat her on top of the table she slid right into the cake!  Oh well.  Lesson learned (and I still love her outfit!).

 This is her "fancy" cake that we ordered from the incredibly talented Lawanna Gilmore (it was also her Daddy's cake...luckily he's accepted that he'll probably have to suffer through many girly cakes in the upcoming years).  Every time I watch "Challenge" on the Food Network, I think she could be serious competition for those people (and it was just as delicious as it was beautiful).

Sweet Annabelle, this year has flown by.  I can't believe how many things have changed (for the better) since you came along!  You are my little over-achiever...you crawled early, walked early, said "mama" first (and for that, I thank you!)... You are also going to be the cause of many more gray hairs for me.  When Jackson was  a year old, we didn't even put up a baby gate because he never tested his boundaries.  Sadie would crawl up to the gate but never tested the latch.  You not only test the latch, if you can't open it, you go around it.  Lucky for us, your Daddy is a handyman, but I have a feeling you're going to keep us on our toes.  :)  You are our little drama queen who charms everyone with her little smiles and sweet looks, yet can turn on the tears at the drop of a hat--or when someone tells you "no." We all love you so much (especially your brother who was sooo certain he needed a baby brother) and have so much fun making you laugh. 

Happy birthday, baby girl!

Ode to my Awesome Handyman Husband

One of Kevin's favorite things to say when we watch DIY shows is, "I could SO do that."  And he when he has time, he can. Two of my favorite things in our house are things we made all on our own.  The first is our breakfast nook bench. I thought I'd blogged about it before, but apparently not.  It was a family project where Kevin did most of the hard work and the kids and I just did the painting/cushion making, but I think it's pretty sweet...

And the second thing...

When we were building our house, Kevin and I had a very similar idea in our heads as far as what we wanted the decor to be.  We both liked the whole rustic, living-by-a-lake, animals on the wall (okay, THAT was his dream...I just decorate around it...), cabin-ish feel.  Our living room focal point is definitely our fireplace, and I remember the day we walked in after the stone masons had finished it.  We instantly loved it.  One feature our builder improvised was the mantle...we originally hoped to put a solid cedar log up, but it wasn't in our budget, so instead our builder had the stone mason's fashion one out of rock.  Again, our first opinion of it was that it would be perfect.

But here's the thing about rough-hewn stone mantles:  There's not one single level spot on it. Not one.  I made the best of it for a few years, but it was a whipping trying to figure out what would sit up there without looking lopsided or crooked. One day I was staring at it in frustration, when an idea began to develop.  My awesome handyman husband could build a box to go around the stone!  It could be rustic and cool and LEVEL. I presented the idea to Kevin, and he kinda stood there awhile and finally said, "But I LIKE our mantle!"  After I presented (pleaded?) my case to him, he saw the logic in what I was saying. So for Christmas two years ago, he started working on my new mantle.

But.

Turns out the mantle wasn't the only problem with the fireplace...mainly the fireplace itself.  Long story short, it simply wasn't safe or energy efficient.  We had no idea that this was the case until we had a company in Tyler come in to replace our ghetto gas logs with pretty ones. That's when they told us that we were lucky our house hadn't burned down.  All of the sudden the mantle was the least of our worries.

So.  Fast forward a year. We hired a friend/reputable contractor to help us with the fireplace issue.  We put in a new firebox that would make burning gas logs safe and much more energy efficient.  To do that, we had to tear out some of our rock, but it was totally worth it. Last year we had a beautiful fire in the fireplace and no cold air blowing down on us.

Which brought us back to the whole stone mantle issue.  Now, full disclosure would require me to tell you that the fireplace guys told us that a wooden mantle would be a fire hazard, because it would be too close to the actual fire. But here's my logic: We never ever burn our fire unless we are awake and in the living room.  So I started casually hinting to Kevin that I would love to have a mantle...and with a little teamwork (he built, the kids and I sanded and stained.) this was the result:

(For whatever reason, this picture makes it look unlevel, but it's not.  I just checked. Weird.)

I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am with the end result.  It is exactly the mantle I had in my mind.  I think it is supercool and rustic and I LOVE the fact that we all put our mark on it (literally--in the distressing process, we all hammered, scratched, and beat the living daylights out of it!) And just a few days ago, I got to really decorate it for Fall for the first time ever....

Love it? I do!  Thanks honey!

First Day of Sunshine Friends 2011

Jackson and Sadie started Sunshine Friends Preschool a few weeks ago.  We took the requisite "First Day of School" pic just before going inside.  Clearly they are thrilled. :)

 But seriously, they LOVE Sunshine Friends.  They both have great friends in their class and love their teachers. They do not, however, like having their pictures taken...at least not when I want to take their pictures.  (An upcoming post will feature a video in which they both came running in my room, both in their underwear, shouting, "Momma!!! You've GOT to see what we just learned how to do!!!")

This is Jackson's last year of preschool.  He's an old pro at this preschool thing and was totally okay with cutting back to three days a week so we could hang out more this year. Sadie has already started sharing with me all the things she's learned in the first few weeks of school, but when I say, "Sadie, you're so smart!" she says, "No I'm  NOT!!" We're going to have to work on that whole self-image thing (that's a whole other blog altogether)...

Once a week, while they are in school and Annabelle goes to her babysitter, I go back to the school to work...because I am THAT irreplaceable!! ;)  TOTALLY KIDDING.  But it's fun to help out and not feel the pressure of STAAR or any of the other stresses that come with day to day teaching.

This is going to be a wonderful year. And it's already going by too fast.

The Great Balloon Race

First, on a completely unrelated note:  Boy is it HOT!  Like, miserably hot.  Crazy hot.  If you're reading this on the regular site, you'll notice a different background--the name is "Sun Dried."  The didn't have anything called "Desert Wasteland." :)

Ok.  Now that I got that out of my system...

Last week my sister Debbie asked if we would be interested in going with her, Eli, and Joe to the Great East Texas Balloon Race in Longview.  It went something like this:

Deb: Would you all like to go to the balloon races with us?
Me: Sure!  We would LOVE to do that!

Deb: We have to leave at 5 a.m.
Me: I'm sorry, what?

Apparently, the balloon festival is a weekend event, and if you want to see the balloons on the ground, you can pretty much do that any time; but the actual RACE part, the COOL part, starts at 6:30.  In the morning.

Ugh.

Ridiculously early departure time aside, I still thought this would be something the kids would love.  I've always wanted to see it myself.  I told Debbie we were in (along with my brother Andy and three of his girls)and made plans to leave at 5.  I also started planning ways to minimize early morning drama--kids slept in their clothes, I took my makeup with me (there was a strict "no makeup allowed" rule in our car--I was totally okay with that). 

Despite the fact that they got up at 4:30, the kids were really excited about our adventure. Nobody slept the entire way. Since it was Sunday, we got in for free, got great parking, and were pretty much as close to the "target zone" as we wanted to be.

After we got settled, we didn't have to wait long before the first balloon appeared on the horizon. It was a very cool experience, especially toward the end, when the special balloons started to appear--bumblebees, spiders, purple people eaters, Noah's ark,...

The Dr. Pepper balloon was Sadie's favorite! :)

It was a wonderful experience for us. If you live within driving distance of Longview, you should make a point to go to the Great East Texas Balloon Festival. I'm pretty sure we will be getting up before dawn next year too. :)

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

It's funny how God works things out for us.

A few weeks ago in our Sunday school class, we were talking about taking risks.  Scott, our teacher, asked what came to our minds when we heard the word "risk."  My immediate answer was, "Reward."  In business you always hear those two words together--without risk, there's no reward. Then we started talking about how comfortable we were with taking risks.  My response?

"Change is baaaad."

I wasn't alone in this feeling. Turns out a lot of people are a little wary of the unknown.  Honestly though, it's not that I really think change is bad. I think it's scary.  I am very hesitant to step out into the unknown.  I tend to be very careful about weighing the pros and cons before I do just about anything.

Kevin, however, is not so hesitant.

And I'm sooo thankful for that.

No. Really.

Not that it hasn't had its scary moments.  Right after Jackson was born, Kevin quit his coaching job.  Without another job lined up.  I spent about three months in panic mode.  It wasn't that he left a perfectly good job--it was far from perfect and it was rarely good--but it was security.  It was income.  It was insurance.

But God provided for us then--a good job that also provided all those things that I needed to feel secure.  It also provided a promise from Kevin to me that he would never quit a job (perfectly good or otherwise) again without something else lined up.  It's a promise he's kept (without problem) for the past five years, and for the past four years he's been in a job that really seems to suit him and that makes me happy.  The one and only drawback was that he was self-employed.  No benefits. 

For almost the entire four years, that wasn't an issue.  As a teacher, I had decent insurance for myself and the kids, and Kevin was able to insure himself through a private HSA.  It wasn't until Annabelle was born that change appeared on the horizon...and this time, shockingly, it was coming from me.

I love teaching. I love my colleagues, my students, and my campus.  But when Annabelle was born, I took 12 weeks off to be a mommy.  During those twelve weeks, I got to attend programs at Jackson and Sadie's pre-school.  I got to really enjoy my kids. One night, jokingly (sort of) I said something to Kevin about not wanting to go back to work.  He stunned me by not completely laughing off the idea.  He actually suggested that I start looking at ways to make that happen.

Geez.  Now I had to start thinking about taking a risk.  It was a huge risk in my mind. The what if's drove me crazy.  Sure, we could get private insurance, but would it be as good as what we had?  It would be super-expensive.  I know lots and lots of people in this world live just fine without insurance, but it's a fear I have.  I can't help it.

I started looking into going part-time at the school.  It isn't done very often, but I thought that the current economic problems of the state might result in some creative staffing.  Unfortunately it didn't work out. With that disappointment, I signed my contract for next year and started trying to prepare my heart and mind.

That's when Kevin came home with another option.  He was looking at an employment website and noticed that there was a job opening for an in-house landman with a local company.  "In-house" was big.  It meant working for one company, and as an employee of that company, he would receive company benefits.  Not more money, just more security.  When he told me about it, he said, "They want someone with five years in-house experience.  I don't have that, obviously, but I applied anyway.  It can't hurt."

Honestly, I didn't think much more about it after our conversation ended. In my mind it was a wonderful opportunity, but it seemed just out of reach.

The next day Kevin called and told me he had an interview.

Really?

Not only did the interview go well, it went extremely well.  The fact that Kevin didn't seem to have the right experience didn't seem to matter.  Suddenly, this pipe dream was looking more and more like a legitimate possibility.

About halfway through this journey came the Sunday school lesson about risk.  I knew God was talking directly to me.  He'd blessed us with this possibility, but it wasn't a given.  It wasn't perfect.  But the one thing I worried about--having good insurance--was taken care of.  It was impossible not to see His hand in it. 

And it took three more weeks, but finally our prayers were answered.  Kevin got the job.

I officially resigned my position at the junior high on Monday.

A very good friend of mine was chosen to replace me today.  I am so happy for her, mainly because I feel like God was answering her prayers too. :)

As I type this, I'm watching Jackson and Sadie build a fort out of blankets and pillows.  Last summer they couldn't build one without my help, but this summer I only have to supervise.  Pretty soon we will make a trip to Walmart and have people give me the "Wow, you've got three little kids" look.  I realize this time isn't going to last much longer. Jackson will start kindergarten next year. 

Time to make this count.

Vacation Time!!

Ever since we took a trip to the Hyatt Hill Country in San Antonio last summer, all my kids could talk about was going back to "that hotel with the lazy river."  However, Jackson also put in another little request for this year's vacation... "It can't be far far away."  Lucky for us, the Gaylord Texan just opened up Paradise Springs, it's own little version of a water park.  

Lazy river? CHECK.

Reasonable driving distance? CHECK CHECK.

Summer special on room rate?  WE HAVE A WINNER!

After baseball wrapped up for the season (you can see my sad face, right?), we decided to spend a longish weekend in Grapevine.  It was a great little getaway.  The hotel has lots of neat little summer activities (balloon animals, jugglers, stilt guy, tatoos--of the temporary variety) on top of fireworks on Friday nights (FYI--the fireworks are over Lake Grapevine, so it isn't exclusive to the Gaylord.  BUT, you have a perfect view from the top of the parking garage, where they have music and refreshments.)

We had a great time at Paradise Springs.  Annabelle is just as big a fan as her big sister and brother.  She even managed to take a nap while we floated.  No, really.  For over an hour.  We spent most mornings in the water, and then took the afternoon to visit other sites like the Grapevine Vintage Railroad, which took us to the Stockyards in Ft. Worth.  The train was a neat little adventure, but boy was it hot!   It is about an hour and a half ride, and the temperature was fine as long as we were moving....but there were several stops along the way (so that other trains could cross), and it was around 100 degrees.  But the kids never complained and they loved the Stockyards. 

Another day we went to Legoland Discovery Center. 

TIP:  Visit on a weekday and buy your tickets ahead of time!!!

We went on a Saturday and had to wait about 30 minutes even with our prepaid tickets (there is a separate line for prepaid tickets and the other line was FOREVER long).  If we'd gone on Tuesday, we could've walked right in.  It is totally worth it though if your child has any interest at all in Legos.  Sadie got her first "girl" Legos, and was soooo excited.

Now, if you have older kids who are strong swimmers, your money would probably be better spent at Great Wolf Lodge.  There is definitely no comparison to the amount of water rides (there is only one water slide and it is only for kids over 48").  But if all you have smaller kids who still like to hang out with you (OR, if you don't have kids and just want to hang out on the lazy river for hours on end), Paradise Springs is great.  And even on a holiday weekend, we never had to wait for a shuttle (another slight negative--the park is at least half a mile from the hotel). Plus, right now they are having a "Summer Fest," with free tatoos, braids, balloon animals, etc, etc, etc...the kids loved it.  Balloon animals were a theme for the weekend... 

 The tattoo line was by far the longest line we waited in the whole vacation.  Luckily, the line was at the waterpark and the kids could swim while I waited (and fended off potential line jumpers...but that's another blog).  Jackson is all about the skull right now.  I couldn't believe he wanted it in the center of his back, but he was stoked about it.

 You can't tell from the picture, but Sadie got a glitter butterfly tattoo.  That thing stayed on for days...like, almost two weeks.  It finally started to peel a little and look a little ghetto, so I took it off with alcohol.  Otherwise, it would've hung on at least another week.  She loved it. :)

One of the biggest positives of the trip was the fact that my niece Holley agreed to go with us.  She was a HUGE help for us (being that we were able to play a man-to-man defense and not a zone), and Sadie was in Holley heaven! :) 

As far as "staycations" go, I highly recommend Grapevine. If you want lots to do, you've got plenty of options right there. If you're kids are older, you've got Six Flags and the Ballpark within thirty minutes.  The kids are already asking when we are going back.

On to T-Ball...

In the midst of soccer came the baseball draft. Now, if you remember last summer, Jackson wasn't a big fan of this sport at all--until the last week of the season. Those last two games he was all about practice and improving and getting better, so we had high hopes for this spring. So we were a little bummed when--after we signed him up and payed the fees--he told us he didn't want to play.

Sorry, kid. You're playing.

Yes I know. We're mean parents. We may even be "those" parents. But we are justifying this by saying until he's played enough to know he really hates it, he can't really hate it. Right?

Practices went well.  He has friends from pre-school on the team this year, and he doesn't feel like the "baby" of the team. He still likes "taking a break" more than actually playing, but he gets on base consistently and he is soooo much faster than he was last year!

I will admit, I take the whole baseball thing more seriously than I should, because he clearly isn't planning on making a career of it.  I try not to push him, but inside, I keep hoping one day he'll say, "Hey momma, wanna play catch?" 

It's my Field of Dreams moment.  Don't judge me.

At any rate, we've played lots of games, and we've won quite a few. He's gotten a few medals from tournaments, and he's actually disappointed when they don't win. 

That right there is progress.

On Being a Soccer Mom

I miss "The 30 Days of Me."

Not because I like talking about "ME" so much, but because I liked the prompts.  Yes, I'm a junior high teacher and almost all the writing we do at this age is prompt driven.  That's how I roll.  :)

It's not that we haven't been busy.  Oh my, have we been busy.  Jackson started soccer in February.  This is a new experience for our entire family.  I am a total soccer newbie.  When I was a kid, soccer was brand new to our area, and only a couple of my friends played...and even then I knew running up and down a field while kicking a ball and managing not to trip all over myself was not my area of expertise.  Yes, it would've provided hours of entertainment for the spectators, but I'm pretty sure I would've been scarred for life.

Jackson, thank the Lord, has only half my genes.  He seems to enjoy the game on most Saturdays.  I think if he could just run up and down the field and not ever have to kick the ball, he'd love it.  It's the whole multi-tasking aspect that throws him for a loop sometimes. :)  His coaches insist that it takes a season or two (or six?) to really "get it."  They're so kind. 

In the last couple of games, he's found his niche.  He was born to play sweeper.  For those of you who (like me) never watched even one minute of soccer before, sweeper is the guy (or girl) who tries to keep the ball from getting close to the goalie.  So....he pretty much gets to stay on one end of the field until the ball starts heading his way, and then he has a few seconds to prepare for contact.  The rest of the time, he gets to play in the dirt.

You can imagine how happy this makes him.

My baby boy is FIVE.

Jackson turns five today.

I don't even know how to process that.

Five.  How did that happen?

I asked him the other day if he would still sit in my lap and snuggle with me once he turned five.  He laughed and said yes like that was the most idiotic question I'd ever asked. 

Whew.

  

Every single day  I realize how much he's NOT my little boy anymore.  We have real conversations.  He has a memory like you wouldn't believe.  He is fascinated with letters.  While we've worked with him to learn his name, we haven't pushed anything else yet...but I feel like he's going to be one of those kids that pushes himself to learn.  I love that.

He told me the other day that he didn't want to get married.  I told him he still had a while to change his mind about that.  He teared up and said he was afraid to kiss the girl.  I tried to reassure him that once he found the right one, he wouldn't be afraid anymore.  But he doesn't believe me, and I'm okay with that.

I really am not sad that he's growing up, because this tiny little moment of his life is so much fun.  But I want to freeze it.  I want to keep him curious and innocent and stubborn and kind hearted.

Happy birthday, buddy.  I love you.