The beginning of the end

Yesterday I picked Jacob up from the jr high and took him to the high
school. He needed to sign up for a time to audition for musical
theater for next year. As I was waiting I thought about how many times
I'd waited outside those very doors over the last 8 or so years.
Encore, dance company, theater and a little bit of percussion have
made this *the door*. Last kid starts at the high school in the fall.

It's the beginning of the end Connie... Expected, yet weird to think
about.

The haircut

There are only a few good things about a play ending. The aftermath of
the show closing is usually different levels of discontent, sadness
and boredom on my students part. We lived through it with Aubrey and
now it's Jacobs turn. The good things are things like I get to see my
kid more often, and there is actual time for *chores* :)
One good thing that both jacob and I look forward to is getting his
hair cut. That happened today. I have been feeling lousy tiday so
decided to take him to walmart with me. That way he could get his
haircut while I shopped for some airborn and cold-ease. I gave him
the money and went to buy my stuff. He surprised me with his cut. He
had told the lady "#5 all over" and that's what she gave him. Just a
clipper cut. It's not even long enough to spike. Poor fella. Now he
knows he needs to say- "#5 on the sides and blended on the top"

live and learn my son.

He found a solution on his own.

A little too short

How it will look for awhile

Half way through

We were able to go to Jacobs play tonight. He did great. We are 1/2
through the shows. I love watching them all, but especially my Elvis-
Pharaoh.

His hand

Jacob said that once again he has been kissed by a few girls.
Thankfully just on the hand, and he has denied kissing any of them
"except on the head". Hummmm. Here are a few of the kiss marks.

A cat post

We have far too many kitties at my house. However, they have provided
much entertainment and laughs and even a little therapy during their
stay. To lighten up a bad mood all that has to be said is "imagine
stinky ( that's code for midnight the geezer cat) driving that truck
next to us". That usually cracks the huffiness. Then we usually carry
on in this manner till we are all laughing, thinking of stinky doing
all sorts of odd silly things.
Well we decided to get a kitty door put in. They all had figured out
how to push or pull the door open enough to snake in or out if it was
not completely closed, but that made the kitchen too cold, and the
house less secure. So the kitty door came. David put it in lickity
split. Shortly after that David had to go out of town. So for fhe the
boys and I did a little kitty training, (and a little Dave Ramsey talk
too) It has been a little slow going but we are determined. All
kitties have gone in and out on their own and I try to give them
treats when they do. The boys think it is so funny. Sweetie figured
it out first and will really do anything for some tuna. Stink can do
it but we are most surprised that oz has man-ed up and can do it too.
He was very nervous. It's not their favorite way to get in and out but
it works and it keeps the cold out.

The motivation

You can only imagine how funny my boys thought this was

a new friend, but I really don't know her

I think I make friends pretty easily. I am friends with the tellers at the drive thru bank. I am friends with my kids teachers and their friends. I make friends at the cooking classes I go to, and can be friendly with the checkers at the grocery stores, or the post office, and the fabric store. I can talk to almost anyone and given enough time, make them a friend. This past week I have made a new friend, but I haven't met her yet. Her name is Sarah. She is a young wife, and a mother of 3 boys. She lives in Provo. This is how it happened.

Last Saturday night we were meeting my siblings and parents at Tucanos for dinner. As we were gathering, Krista came over to tell me of a phone call she had just gotten. It was from her 8 yr old daughter reporting that a neighbor they know had had a very bad accident with their one year old in the bathtub. The baby had drowned. The ambulance had come. At that point, in Tucanos, we didn't know how accurate the report was but hurt at the possibility of the event. Later that next day, Krista sent out a text telling me that there was a blog written by the mama of the family and that the blog could keep us current with their family. So I started reading the blog. Her little Bronson is at Primary Childrens Hospital. Each time I read I thought how easily it could have been me, or someone I do know, with a child and a bath time tragedy. I worried for this little mama. I teared up at some of her thoughts and messages. I prayed for her and her family. Last night her blog posts ended with some really sad and dismal feelings. Things weren't looking as promising as they had thought. Today I kept checking the blog thinking that the longer it goes till the next entry, the worse things must be for Baby Bronson. Then I just checked the blog and there were several posts. I haven't read them all but was completely amazed and moved by her post on choosing faith. What an incredible strong spiritual woman she is.

http://stakerzxposed.blogspot.com/

Take a look at her blog and add your prayers and faith for this little family. What a difficult painful experience for them, no matter how it turns out.

So Sarah is my new friend. Maybe it's the bond of being a mother that connects us, or it's cause I've loved a bunch of one year old babies... I don't know.


Maybe someday I'll meet Sarah, until then she will be my friend I haven't met yet.