My friend Danielle has known me since elementary school. She knows me well. Too well. I present for your enjoyment a text conversation we had this morning:
Starr: Lubbock Parks and Rec has several classes for 3-5 yr olds. Trying to decide what to enroll Lauryn in. Maybe art or maybe dance?
Danielle: Maybe you should put her in dance...something you definitely can't teach her. :]
It wouldn't be so funny if it weren't completely, totally, and painfully true. Let me just apologize if you are one of the unfortunate few who have ever seen me try and break it down.
Ryan and Dylan share a room.
We've lived in this house for a year now, and I've yet to do a single thing to their bedroom. It consists of a bunk bed and two dressers. And an overflowing dirty laundry basket - let's not forget that lovely design feature.
The rest of the house still needs a lot of "embellishing" too, but their bedroom is especially barren.
They are 7 and 5 years old. It seems anything I see to decorate their room with is too babyish or too grown up or too stinkin' expensive.
Suggestions? Themes? Websites where I could find some (cheap) inspiration? Help a girl out!
A friend who read this post a while back got me a subscription to Family Fun! Wooo-whooo!
I am a little too excited about this magazine. My excitement level makes me feel a wee bit Pollyanna-ish. But I'm just so darn excited. "Oooo! Look at these fun crafts! Look at these great snacks! Fun recipes! Yippee!" See what I mean. It's kinda gross.
Today the kids made the activity in the picture above, and they have proven worth every penny of the $3 bucks I spent at Dollar Tree on the sponges. (Where would I be without that store? I could hardly parent without it.)
While we were in Oklahoma, the kids and I spent an entire day at my Grandparents house on Lake Keystone.
As I was watching my kids swim and fish, (and have "A total blast!" as Ryan kept saying), I just kept getting struck by heavy waves of gratitude. I got to grow up here? Seriously?!? (This all-consuming, sentimental gratefulness could be inspired by the fact that we don't have a lake within a 2 hour radius of Lubbock - I was slightly drunk on lake happiness.)
And it's not just that as a kid I spent every day of my summers doing what most people consider a vacation (swimming, fishing, boating, water-skiing, and eating all the food that grandparents happily hand over), I got to do it surrounded by my family and my best friends.
My grandparents were quick to welcome anybody I wanted to drag along to "the country", as we called it.
Not only did they welcome my prepubescent, loud and giggling friends, more often than not they also made the 20 mile drive into town to pick them up. Without complaint. I never gave a single thought to how much gas they were using or how much money they were spending to keep us stocked with Fresca and Snickers' Ice Cream bars, because they never once complained about it. And it's not that money was to be found in abundance - they were just happy to spend what they did have on their grandkids instead of themselves.
I'm glad I got to spend a lazy day there last Saturday. It was good to relax. It was great to see the kids enjoying all the same things I got to do when I was a kid. But besides all that, it was good for me to take the time to be truly and deeply grateful. Grateful to God for the family I was born to, and grateful to my grandparents for creating a great place to grow up.
We head home from camp tomorrow! We've all had a great time. It's been a lot of fun having Ryan at camp with us this year. He's tried out all the activities and had a blast. I think all his favorite activities were at the lake (takes after his mom)!
For more pics and video check out camp.trinitykidsplace.com!
We're gearing up for summer camp! The best summer camp in the world - Camp Dry Gulch.
This will be Ryan's first time to go. I know he'll have a great time. He's super excited and I know he'll have a ton of fun. He's a big "nearly 2nd grader" more than capable of washing his own hair and brushing his teeth and otherwise generally taking care of himself for a week.
But still...I'm a little nervous about it. Going to summer camp seems like such a rite of passage. He's getting so big! Ahhh!
Oh...and did I mention I will be AT the camp? And yes, I'm still a little nervous. And weird.