Perspective

Just a little word of caution. If you happen to be around my girls and notice how Drue is inching up to Reese's exact height, you might want to keep it to yourself and not say it aloud. You would be correct in your observation, but it doesn't sit well with Reese. She will smile at you when you say it but then be almost in tears about it that night.

She figures since she's older, she should be taller. End of discussion.

My prediction for the kids is: Tate will be the tallest, Drue next, and then Reese. I think they will all be taller than me, however. But this doesn't prove to be any consolation for Reese.

As for Drue. She's just tall. She was the tallest one in her Kindergarten class this year. She's in the very center of the back row in her class picture.

She thinks it's cool that she was taller than a lot of the 1st graders too. And even taller than some of Reese's 2nd grade classmates. So I've never worried that she feels out of place or strange since she's excited to tell me everyone she's taller than.

However, she's our sloucher. I didn't think much about it at first, because I'm a sloucher too. But I don't want her to be one. So I've started with, "Drue, hold your shoulders up." "Stand up straight."

A few weeks ago I started worrying that maybe she was slouching because part of her does feel strange being taller than all her little friends.

One particular day the girls and I were having yet another discussion about height and what not. Reese was once again, bemoaning the fact that she is going to be short her entire life and will never grow one inch beyond her current height. When she walked to the other room I took my opportunity to pull Drue's slouchy shoulders gently back and encourage her that she should be proud to stand tall.

And just to drive home my point even more I reassured her, "Drue, tall people are beautiful!", at the exact moment Reese walked back into the room.

Great timing. Reese's jaw dropped and she froze in place. And I had to quickly back pedal and try and explain my reasoning behind that statement.

I'm blaming all you people on this one. Or at least anyone whose ever said, "Wow Drue! You're almost as tall as Reese!".

Life in the Fast Track

Oh my heavenly stars! I haven't posted anything on here since March 21st? Where are my faithful readers who usually give me a gentle reminder that it's been awhile (Morgan!)?

Life has certainly seemed to pick up at a rapid pace since our leisurely Spring Break. Thus hindering me from kicking back on the couch to draft a post lately. And somewhere along the line, David was given a much larger area to cover for work (Nebraska down to Branson) which has him traveling somewhere 3 weeks out of every month. It's just become routine for us. This last overnight trip he forgot to tell the kids he was leaving. When darkness fell Reese asked, "I wonder why Daddy is working so late?". To which I casually replied, "Oh, he's in Wichita tonight."

During a typical week we have something going on every evening:
Monday- Softball Game- Reese
Tuesday- T Ball Practice- Tate
Wednesday- Soccer Practice- Reese
Thursday- Soccer Practice- Drue AND Softball Practice- Reese
Friday- Softball Game- Reese

Not to mention Saturdays full of 3 soccer games.

From time to time between transporting laundry up and down the stairs, digging cleats out from under the beds, and listening to a child who just finished a snack whine, "I'm staaaaarving," I'll exclaim, "I need a vacation! A solo vacation!".

And David will say, "Ok. Where do you want to go?".

Which stops me in tracks as I realize I don't really want to go anywhere. I would miss these guys and our crazy days together.

And the silence would be deafening.

Spring Break

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Stand Corrected

Our good friends' dog died recently. Tomorrow is the first time we will be going to their house since it happened.

So, I wanted to prepare our kids ahead of time to avoid any awkwardness when we got there. Because I am sure someone would have asked where he was.

I broke the news to each of the kids gently. Tate said "Oh, well what if their girl dog comes alive again?". Referring to their other dog who passed away some time ago.

"Tate...", I explained gently, "That can't happen. Once something dies, it doesn't come alive again."

Reese corrected me and said, "Except Jesus!".

Our Idol Experience

The excitement for American Idol in our household continues. (Well, not with David, but for the rest of us).

We are actually a few episodes behind. We just found out who made it into the top 24 tonight. The girls are getting antsy to vote. Maybe next week.

Drue seriously makes me laugh out loud at some point during every episode. Last night while we were watching it, I asked Drue if she liked a certain contestant.

"No," she said, "She has weird hair."

"Ok, well they're not judging her hair, they're judging her singing silly," I reminded her.

Then she decided, "Well, if I were a judge, I would pick them by who has the best hair, and it would be called A-hair-ican Idol!".

During the episode we watched tonight, it was down to the last two girls for one spot left in the top 24. The girl who got cut didn't take it too gracefully. While the cameras were still on her she decided to give the judges a piece of her mind.

Thankfully the little American Idol emblem blocked her two hands as she made a gesture to the judges.

Drue said, "I know what she just did with her hands."

Shocked and appalled and wondering where in the world she could have possibly learned that, I watched her pull her little hands out from under the blanket and show me...two thumbs down!

One Track Mind

On February 26, 1995 David asked me out for pizza after church.

And the rest is history.

Corny, I know. But it's a little late in the day for me to be too creative.

This past Saturday we said our "Happy Anniversaries" and reminisced about that day...16 years ago.

Later that evening we took the kids to the movies. As we were driving, David began recounting our first date for them.

"Kids, 16 years ago today I went out for pizza."

A few disinterested "oh"s and "hmmm"s could be heard from the backseat.

"Pepperoni pizza", he continued.

Still not much of a reaction.

"Do you know who ate with me?" he asked.

They started to show a little more interest at that point. "Mommy!" they guessed correctly.

"Yep, I asked Mommy out for pizza after church 16 years ago."

Then he said, "Just think, if she hadn't said yes to pizza, there's a chance that none of this would have happened."

Silence from the back.

"What do you think of that Reese?".

I waited for her sweet answer of how she was happy I said yes and happy we were her Mommy & Daddy, when she said, "You had pepperoni huh?".