Friday, September 9, 2011

Quick Interview with Sawyer



What is the best thing about you?
"I don't know. I'm smart?"

What is something you would change about yourself?
"I like the way I am.  there is nothing I could do to make my life better."

What do you want to do for money when you grow up?
"Play a professional sport"

Who would you most like to meet?
"The President." (but then he over heard the Bo Jackson answer by Carter and wanted to change his)

If you had only 1 wish, what would it be?

"That I could play football. No. No. Wait. I wish there there was no such thing as bills. AND I want to play football."





Where would you most like to visit?
"Hawaii"

What is the scariest thing you can think of?
"Heights.  I'm always afraid that the thing I am standing on will fall."

What is your favorite food?
"Tilapia, steamed cabbage, green beans, and macaroni"


What is the best thing about our family?
"Do we get along good?"



Quick Interview with Carter



What is the best thing about you?
""I like a lot of things about me."

What is something you would change?
"I want to play football."

What do you want to do for money when you grow up?
"I want to be a fireman."


Who would you most like to meet?
"Bo Jackson"

Where would you most like to visit?
"Hawaii"

What is the scariest thing you can think of?
"A bad guy...if I am picking something that is real.  A ghost...if it's not real."

What is your favorite food?
"crunchy carrots"

If you had only one wish, what would it be?
"To have a baby sister."

Is there anything else to know about you?
"I like pirates and Star Wars."


My Most Exquisite Boots

    I have never been a "shoe person", as some chicks are called. It's easy to understand why when you see my feet.  I have honkin' big feet.  I wear a size 11.  I have man feet...not that I am super feminine anyway.  I struggle to know the right way to put on make-up and I require a very simple hair-do, because I just can't figure it all out.  But, I digress.  Shoes.

  I have a hard time finding big shoes that fit my big feet.  Actually, I can find size 11's all the time.  They just look like Granny shoes.  I guess people with big feet are suppose to have a really bad sense of style.  Actually, that theory may have some merit to it, because I don't really have a great sense of style and I have big feet.  I shop at thrift stores, consignment shops, and discount stores, so I guess you couldn't really describe me as "stylish".  But I try....kind-of. 

   So usually,  I just wear whatever shoes I happen to come across.  I don't really put much effort into looking for cute shoes.  I figure that nothing is really cute when it comes in a size 11.  That is a big 'ole shoe. 

  But yesterday, my sister-in-law, who is the most amazing deal finder ever, gave me a tip on some boots.  She had spied these lovely boots at a discount store in a nearby town.  The store is named "Hammer's".  Who would think to look for amazing shoes in a store called Hammer's unless you just knew that the store was known for awesome deals?  Anyway, my Sister-in-law, came across these boots and sadly for her, they were size 11's.  Fortunately for me, Big Foot, they were just my size!  I was going to watch Tucker play football nearby anyway, so I decided to go check out these boots.

   I walked to the back of the store and lifted the lid off a box that was shaped like a boot box.  I think I heard angels singing when the lid came off.  They were fabulous!  I would feel sexy in those boots!  I tried them on.  They fit perfectly!  And they made my foot look smaller....like a size 9 1/2, at least!  My feet looked tiny!  I had to get them!  I am now the owner of the most exquiste, Italian leather boots ever to be created in a size 11.  These are my beautiful new boots.  Admire them and weep.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Sometimes I can hardly make myself wake them up

In the mornings, when the boys are still all snuggled in their beds, I have a hard time waking them up.  Not because they are hard to wake, I just want to look at them sleeping.  I feel almost guilty telling them to wake up.  I wonder what they are dreaming.  They look so peaceful that they must be dreaming about wonderful things.....like snakes, frogs, the creek, and football.  Today was one of those mornings for sure.  I didn't want to wake them up.  So I took their picture.  Now I can look at them sleeping whenever I feel like it.  Dream on, Little Ones.

Carter snuggled down deep in the covers.


Sawyer is certainly dreaming about the day he will get to play football.


Even preteens can look sweet when they are sleeping.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Late Nights and Early Mornings

  These two things do not go together well for me.  Last night, we visited a close friend of ours who was in the hospital.  Since the drive to the hospital is an hour there and an hour back, and we weren't able to leave until after football practice...it made for a late night.  I do not function well on very little sleep.  I have been dragging my feet today, which is not a great way to be when you teach Kindergarten.  My coworker asked me when I walked in to teach today if I was ok.  She said that my eyes were really red.  I'm not sure how other people do it.  I need my sleep.  I'm just sayin.

   The day DID have a silver lining.  It was when I saw Sawyer in the hall standing in line with his class.  As I passed, I gave him a peck on the check.  I kept walking, but saw him grin as I passed. 

Except....then, farther down the hall, I looked over my shoulder and caught him wiping it off.

Monday, September 5, 2011

He planned his own party and forgot to mention it

  We are the hugest Auburn fans there ever was.  Really.  They boys know the players, the coaches, the mottos, the cheers, the names of the buildings on campus, they LOVE Auburn.  I grew up rooting for the other team....the crimson and white one.  Except, I didn't ever really care who won.  I kept cheering for Bama for years after I married Bradley.  Bradley is the root of all the Auburn hoopla.  I thought it was fun to be the adversary.  I liked to poke at him and cheer loud when the crimson team scored.....even though, I really didn't care.  But when the boys came along, I felt kinda bad cheering against their team that they loved so much.  The boys and their Daddy had this thing together....it was the Auburn football thing.  I didn't want to tarnish it by booing them or rooting for the opponent, so I got pretty quiet about liking the crimson team.  After a while, I began to cheer along with them.  And then, Tucker, my oldest, went to a football camp at Auburn and I spent the day with him when it was time to pick him up.  I felt the magic that my boys and their Daddy felt.  The campus was awesome and the coaches were fabulous with the young football players.  I fell in love with Auburn along with my gang of boys.  From that point forward, we were ALL IN as a family.  The whole gang of us.  We are the hugest Auburn fans that ever was. 

    We had never had the opportunity to actually attend an Auburn game at the stadium with the boys.  We always thought that would be a pretty spectacular experience.  The problem was that Tucker was always playing football on Saturdays, and we couldnt go to the games.  And when he had a week off, it always worked out that Auburn played one of those big name schools and we couldn't afford the tickets.  Have you ever tried to buy a set of 5 Auburn football tickets to a big name team?  It's not cheap.  But this year, Tucker moved up to Junior High Football and we had Saturdays free.  The opening game fell on Carter's birthday weekend.  We asked Carter, "Would you like to go to an Auburn football game for your birthday?"  He answered with a huge smile and a great big ole "Yes!"  His brothers thought this was the greatest plan ever to be mentioned.  I ordered the tickets.  Since they were playing a not-so big name team, we could afford it.  We knew we wanted to take part in all the Auburn football traditions.  We HAD to do "Tiger Walk" where the players walk from the field house to the stadium in kind of an football player parade where they give high fives to all the people standing there.  We wanted to eat at Cheeburger Cheeburger, the most famous Auburn restaurant where you can custom build your cheeseburgers.  We wanted to roll "Toomer's Corner" after the game if Auburn won, which is some trees on campus that the fans throw toilet paper on to celebrate a victory.  And we wanted to get to the stadium early enough to see all the pregame stuff they do at a football game.  We decided that since we had a 3 hour drive to Auburn and needed to be there at about 8 am, that we would go the night before, on Carter's birthday, and spend the night there. 

     In my mind, this would be Carter's birthday celebration.  This would be Carter's ONLY birthday celebration.  Carter had another idea in HIS mind.  I remember when we were planning the birthday trip, he asked if his friends could still spend the night.  I kind-of blew him off and said, "Yeah, they can still come over sometime."  Carter took that sentence and ran with it.  I got home late on Thursday night before we were leaving on Friday.  The answering machine was blinking.  I pressed it.  This basically is what it said, "Hi.  This is Jaxson's mom.  I hate to call and ask about this, but Jaxson insist that he is suppose to spend the night with Carter on Sunday.  He says that Carter is having his friends over to spend the night and that his Mom says it's ok, but she isn't sending out invitations.  I wanted to make sure he is really supoose to come over on Sunday."

Oh dear heavens.

"CARTER???!!!......Come in here."

Carter comes in smiling.  "Carter.  Did you invite your friends over to spend the night Sunday."

"Yep."

Oh my.  "Who all did you invite?"

"I can't remember."

This could get scary really quick like. I firmly explained to Carter that he couldn't invite friends over without telling me or asking first. He looked defeated and looked like he was about to cry when he said, "You told me they could come over." We clearly had a misunderstanding, but instead of raining on his party, I just gathered up the pieces and went with it. I started naming off his friends asking if he had invited them. I got a "Yes" only 4 times. This would be manageable. My 3 boys added to Carter's 4 yeses plus a bonus brother to one of the yeses equals 8 boys. It would be a wild night, but definitely manageable. I quickly facebooked and phoned the invited boys and let their parents know that their sons were welcomed to our home on Sunday when we returned from our weekend at Auburn. Everyone was game for the spend the night with us, so we had a party planned....it was planned by a 6 year old, but he did a pretty good job. Maybe next time, he will run his plans by me first.



The boys are in full "GO AUBURN!" mode.

We were waiting for "Tiger Walk".  This was the most awesome of all the Auburn experiences.  The players walked down this path next to us and all of them gave us high fives.  To us, it was much better than being near the Red Carpet at Hollywood.  Football players are way cooler than actors.

I think I had my arm out farther than anybody.  I hope I didn't take any of the the high fives from my boys.  That would not win me the "Mother of the Year" award.

After Auburn won, we couldn't bring ourselves to leave right away.  Poeple around us were gone, but we just sat there.  We stayed in the awesomeness as long as we could without looking too weird.  Then we went to roll the trees.

"Toomer's Corner"
This is a really great tradition that gets all the fans involved in celebrating the victory.  Next time, I will bring my own toilet paper.  It cost us $6 to celebrate by throwing 3 perfectly good rolls of toilet paper at the trees.  It was worth it, but I will still bring my own cheap paper next time.


Carter's cake that his sweet Nana made him.  What else, but an Auburn cake?


ALL of his friends actually cheer for the crimson and white team.  I am still not sure how he convinced them to put on Auburn jerseys to play a football game in the house.  That is a pretty big deal.


Happy 7th Birthday, Carter!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Sawyer's Journey to the Junior Olympics

   We had some early clues that Sawyer may have some special athletic ability.  He began walking at 9 months and quickly thereafter, he became rather coordinated in his movements.  He never really moved like a typical toddler.  He didn't even "toddle".  When he was about 2 years old, we went with some friends to a park that had a waterfall and a shallow stream.  There were 6 kids in our group playing among the slippery rocks in the creek bed.  They stumbled and slipped and tried, mostly unsucessfully, to jump from one rock to another.  The kids were having a great time in their efforts, although the rocks were hard to manage and they began to get wet from their uncoordination.  Then, I began to watch Sawyer.  He had a look of determination in his little round face.  I kept watching to see that he wasn't wavering.  He was jumping the rocks one after the other as if he were walking on flat ground.  His little calf muscles became prounounced with each leap.  I was fascinated with watching him play and navigate the rocks with such ease.  I'm not sure why I even remember this day or took such notice of how he was manipulating the rock course, but it was the first time I remember thinking that he could move his body more easily than other children.
  A few months later, when Sawyer was close to 3 years old, I noticed his speed for the first time.  We were on a camping trip and were staying the night in Dayton, Ohio.  We were standing in a little clear area that had some trees nearby.  We were waiting to board a hayride that the campground offered for kids each evening.  While we waited for the tractor and wagon to arrive, we decided to pass the time by telling the boys to race to a tree that was across the open area.  We never thought about it being a fair race, since Tucker was 7 at the time and Sawyer was only 3, it was just something to pass the time.  Bradley and I gave each other a confused look when we realized that it was Sawyer who came around the tree running back to us first.  We all gave high fives and decided that he must have gotten a head start.  The boys both wanted to race again.  This time, we gave them the signal to start and watched to make sure they both started at the same time.  Again, Sawyer ran around the tree first and came back to us smiling and proud that he was able to outrun his brother, who was 4 years his senior.  The boys raced over and over around that tree while we waited on the hay ride.  Tucker never did beat Sawyer on a race that day and has never beat him since then.         
     Sawyer has always been unusually competitive.  Actually, "unusually competitive" doesn't even begin to describe his competitive personality.  I've never known anyone like him.  Never knew someone with such a desire to win....at everything....even existed. Until I gave birth to Sawyer.  His drive to win started so very young.  Everything in his life became a competition.  I did NOT make him this way.  He came to us in this little package from day 1.  Typical words from his mouth as a toddler or preschooler were, "I can brush my teeth faster than you."  "I can swing higher than you." "I ate my food faster than everybody else."  "I will beat you to the car." And his most common one was "I win!". Most of the time, no one else was even aware they were involved in the race.  I have tried to veer him away from making everything in his life a competition, and he has gotten a little less vocal about it as he has gotten a little older.  But I can still see it on his face, even when he doesn't say it out loud, the pride he feels when he does something first, fastest, highest, longest, or better in any way than others.  Being so overly competitive definitely has its drawbacks.  He gets upset very easily when something doesn't go his way, he is frustrated with himself and others when games do not end in victory, and he is very emotional and sometimes even hard to deal with.  His little muscles that were popping out and and were very defined even as a toddler also comes with a price.  Sawyer has almost no body fat and an unusal amount of muscle.  He doesn't have a "body builder" type body, just more muscular than other kids his age.  Having this type body has caused some frustration over his life.  He has always needed more "fuel" for his body than other kids.  After being active for a while, he crashes.  In the past, he has blacked out several times, become dizzy at countless other times, been nauseated, has muscle aches, can get pale, sweaty, and very grouchy!  He has been poked and tested for every known "diabetic" type illness.  His doctors suggest that his high muscle ratio may cause his quick fuel loss and he has a health care plan that requires him to eat a high protein snack every 2 hours.  I would love to be able to burn fuel as quickly as he does!  Although his dietary needs can be tricky to manage at times, his body was built for athletics, which is his true love.  I have come to the realization that his competitive nature and phsyical makeup will be an asset to him as an adult.  It will propel him into success in whatever he does, so I decided to just go with it.  To embrace who he is.
              (This photo was taken while we were waiting on lunch to be served at a restaurant.  We had waited too long to eat and Sawyer had gotten upset over something of little importance, which is very common when he has gone too long without food.)
Since the day he first raced with Tucker, Sawyer's speed has increased and it has just become a part of who he is.  His speed is a great advantage in all of his sports.  He can run bases without fear of anyone ever running him down.  He can race past other players in soccer and maneuver the ball into the goal.  He can "fast break" with a basketball dribbling past the other team. And most recently, his speed has played a part in earning him a spot in the Junior Olympics in track.
     Our family has always enjoyed watching the Olympics together, especially the Summer Olympics.  During the last Summer Olympics, one of the commentators mentioned a "Junior Olympian".  Sawyer's interest was instantly piqued.  He asked questions about how you get picked to participate in the Junior Olympics and was very adamant that he wanted to run in the Junior Olympics one day.  Being from a town with no track and very little track and field support, Bradley and I really had no idea where to start.  A friend of Bradley's found out that we were interested in letting Sawyer run in a track meet, so he told us about an event that would happen just a few days away.  The event was the Alabama State Finals Track Meet.  We registered Sawyer to run in the 100 meter and the 200 meter dash, having no idea how he would do compared to other track runners.  The first time Sawyer ever stepped foot onto a track was moments before he approached the starting line and the gun was fired. In that first race last year, Sawyer ran fast enough to earn a spot in the Regional Championship, which would be held a few weeks away.  We spent no time practicing or preparing for the race and it showed.  Sawyer ran in the next race, the Regional Championship, in Louisiana.  He wasn't able to advance to any other races and said,  "I am just glad that I didn't come in last and at least I beat somebody!"  He finished 9th, but was proud to point out that he was the fastest of all the 7 year olds.  The boys that beat him were all 8.  Things were looking bright for the upcoming year.
    Over the course of the next year, Sawyer told us that he didn't want to run any more track meets.  He wanted to just do his other sports, but when track finals rolled around, he changed his mind.  The Alabama State Finals, which is the last qualifier for the Junior Olympics, were approaching.  Sawyer decided that he wanted to try again this year for a medal.  We entered him into the track meet, just barely making the deadline.  Sawyer would be running against some of the fastest sprinters his age in the state of Alabama in hopes of winning a medal. This year, he would be participating in 3 events, the 400 meter dash, the 200 meter dash, and the javelin.  The javelin throw was a last minute decision.  He wanted to try a field event and he thought he might be good at javelin, since he can hurl a baseball really far.

    The State Finals were like a fairy tale to Sawyer. He had been craving a medal since he had watched the medal ceremony on the "real" Olympics years before.  He won the gold medal in the 400 meter dash, the gold in the 200 meter dash, and the silver in the javelin.  He was pumped and ready to prepare for the Regional Championships.  He was a giant step closer to qualifying for the Junior Olympics.
    In the Regional Finals, Sawyer would be competing against other kids who had qualified from Lousianna, Tennesse, Mississippi, and Alabama.  The top atheletes from each "region" would be fighting for the coveted five spots in each event to advence to the National Junior Olympics.  Many of these kids had been training for a full year to increse their chances. Almost every child that would be competeting for these sports were members of a full time track team and received coaching year-round.  Sawyer, however, was counting on his natural, God given talent to get him to the next round.  We did encourage Sawyer, along with his brothers, to do some practicing to increase his endurance.  Running in the heat in July can be brutal.  We had family "challenges" to make the training more fun.  The boys earned bonus points that translated into cash at payday for trying their hardest or beating personal records.  They enjoyed the challenges and it gave them some money to spend on souvenirs during our trip.  After a couple of weeks of "practicing", Sawyer was ready for yet another track meet.  He stepped on the track a bundle of nerves!  Running track makes him infinitely more nervous than any other sport.  He ran his best times ever and was able to bring home THREE bronze medals in the Regional Championship!  We couldn't believe how well he did, and he was proud of himself.  Placing 3rd in Regionals secured him one of the spots in all three of his events for Nationals.  He was officially Junior Olympics Bound!


      The Junior Olympics were to be held in Wichita, Kansas.  As a family, we decided to head to Wichita, making the journey our family vacation.  On our trip we spent time in Hot Springs, AR, Springfield, MO, and Memphis, TN.  Although it wouldn't have been the vacation we would've chosen just for fun, we made the most of the route and had a great vacation.  We arrived in Wichita in time to get Sawyer registered for his events and to attend the Junior Olympic Opening Ceremony.  We watched Sawyer parade around the track with the other "elite" athletes, as they were called.  He marched around with his Region at the front of the pack, proudly.  A huge grin crossed his face when his group of athletes were announced and the grandstand gave hoots and applause for the young Olympians.  His personal cheering section, Bradley and I, his brothers, and his Nana and Pop, was beaming with pride as he paraded by.  After some songs, speeches, and the lighting of the torch, we were ready to rest up for his big day that followed. 


   Over the next 2 days, in 110 degree temperatures, Sawyer ran in 2 races and competed in javelin.  His first race was the 200 meter dash.  We arrived at the track just in time to get our tickets and go check Sawyer in.  One thing we have learned over this experience is that young track runners are not coddled by track officials!  The little athletes are not allowed to be accompanied by their parents/coaches for the hour prior to their event.  They are dropped off to a fenced in area that parents aren't allowed to enter.  The children must sign themselves in, complete warm-ups on their own, listen for their lane assignments, get lane stickers, stay in their heat assigments, listen for announcements being made to hundreds of other runners, and try to stay calm....all without the help of an adult. Parents arent even allowed to peek through the fence and give a smile or a thumbs-up. It can be VERY stressful for the young ones.  It certainly requires some responsibility and some independence. 
                               (I took this picture over the fence when the track official turned his head.  this was Sawyer in the 2nd staging area before his race.)

We took our seats after dropping Sawyer off and waited for his big olympic moment.  He stepped on to the track and my heart, which was fluttering before, began to pound out of my chest.  I started whispering a silent prayer.  I prayed for his safety and for a peace for him.  I know his personality and I knew he was shaking in his track shoes.  In his first race, the 200 meter, he finished 27th overall in his race out of 43 runners.  We were all very proud of his race.  He did his very best and he placed right in the middle of the best runners in the country.

    Sawyer also ran the 400 meter dash.  This is the race that makes him the most nervous.  It is a very hard race that requires the runner to sprint a quarter of a mile.  We repeated the check-in process again for the 400 meter dash, and again found our seats, choosing the best view of the finish line.  The excitement in the stadium was electric over the course of the three days we were there, everyone standing to their feet to see some of the close finishes.  We were all pumped to see Sawyer run for his 2nd time in the Junior Olympics.  Sawyer stepped onto the track and began doing last minute stretches.  This would be his most difficult race of the season.   The gun fired and we all stood to watch him run the biggest sprint event of his life, so far.  He started out strong and held onto great track position until the last curve, where his lack of training showed against some of the more well prepared athletes.  He crossed the finish line out of breath and exhausted and we had never been more proud of him.  He, again, finished 27th.
   His 3rd event was the javelin.  When track season began, Sawyer was certain that he would do well in javelin and really wanted to give it a try.  We try to always encourage any new sports endeavor, but weren't really sure how well he would do in javelin.  We knew the javelin had to be thrown with certain techniques and we also knew that we knew nothing about what those techniques were.  Still, he gave it a try, and to our surprise, he did well in both of his qualifying events just on natural throwing ability.  After reseaching a little about javelin techniques and practicing for hours, Sawyer had improved his throw to a very impressive 20 meters.  We knew going in to the Junior Olympics that the javelin was his best shot at earning a medal.  We knew that at the Junior Olympic level, the top 8 kids are awarded a medal at an awards ceremony.  A grand flourish of medals are presented and a photo session in several poses ensues as the junior olympians stand proudly on their blocks.  Sawyer was very hopeful that javelin would be his ticket to wearing a Junior Olympic medal.  He hoped, beyond anything he had hoped for before, that he would earn one of the top 8 spots and get to walk away with a medal hanging around his neck.  He took his spot among the other javelin throwers and was given some practice throws.  His practice throws looked great!  He was throwing around 18-20 meters in practice, which would surely be enough to earn a medal.  After everyone had a chance to practice, Sawyer was given his first attempt in competition.  There were 32 kids competing for 8 medals.  He needed to be in the top 8 in his flight to advance to compete with the 2nd round.  His first throw went just over 16 meters.  A great throw, but we knew it wouldnt be far enough to advance.  His 2nd throw was 17.88 meters.  This could be far enough for him to advance!  Sawyer was given one final throw and it landed just shy of his 17.88 throw.  All we could do now was wait to see if his throw was far enough. We held our breath as the other kids took their throws.  Our stomachs were tied in knots and our hearts were pounding in the hopes of Sawyer getting the medal he dreamed of.  We sat in the stands and watched, helplessly, as Sawyer's place dropped from 2nd to 3rd.  Then from 3rd to 4th...then 4th to 5th.....and one by one, the throws kept knocking him down until there was one child left to throw.  Sawyer stood in 8th place.  If the last child to throw could just throw it less than 17.88 meters, then Sawyer would have his medal.  We held our breath.  I could harldy even watch.  My legs were shaking and my knees bounced to relieve some of my nervous energy.  The last child stepped to the line and launched his javelin just over a foot farther than Sawyer's best mark.  As soon as the javelin left his hands, we all knew he had been beaten.  Sawyer finished his javelin competiton in 9th place.  When the top 8 were announced, Sawyer's chin quivered and tears rolled down his face.  He had been so close and he was heartbroken.
   We tried every encouraging word we could think of, but nothing seemed to help heal the heartbreak and disappointment Sawyer felt at that moment.  He talked about it all afternoon and again for days about how sad he was about not getting that javelin medal.  We are hopeful that one day, he will realize how amazing it is that he was able to advance all the way to the Junior Olympic Nationals and that even if he had finished dead last, we would've been so proud of him.  It was a great experience all the way around, and we will be forever grateful that we were able to be there in Sawyer's moment of glory.  I have a feeling that this was just the first of many great sports moments for him.    I am eager to see what his future holds.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Last First Tooth


Carter pulled his first tooth today. *Sigh*.  When Tucker and Sawyer did this, I was so darn thrilled.  It  IS exciting, don't get me wrong.  It's just different with your last child.  He was brave.  Didn't even flinch when it was pulled.  Me, however.....I had a lump in my throat the size of Texas.  The whole time I was choking back the tears thinking, "This is silly!  It's just a tooth."  But now that I have lovingly tucked him away into his bed for the night, I have had time to think about the events of the last few days with Carter.  Thinking late at night does not do well for my emotions.  I honestly am not an emotional person, but those kids of mine sure can tug at my heart.  I think the issue is that I love having children so much, that I can see that their childhood is too temporary.  I can't stand the thoughts of it ending.  So, as I sit here late at night....not being emotional.....I think back over Carter's last few days.
        Earlier in the week, Carter tossed his beloved blanket to the side of his bed and said, almost with disgust, "I don't want that anymore."  This blanket has been a favorite of his, just as Sawyer had his VERY special blanket and Tucker had his pillow.  Each child at some point became ready to put the special item away....never to be thought of again.  This week, Carter was ready.  It laid untouched on his bed, pushed into the corner for 4 days.  I thought he would pull it back out, but he didn't.  On the 5th day, he said, "I don't want this!  When can I put it up in the box of special things?".  I told him that he could put it up whenever he got ready.  He grabbed the blanket and skipped to my bedroom, placing his blankie inside.  It hasn't been mentioned by him since.
       Yesterday, I was standing in the kitchen and Carter grabbed me around the legs and gave me a squeeze.  I asked, "Are you needing some loving?"  He said, "Yep!" and jumped up into my arms and wrapped his legs around me.  He laid his head on my shoulder and I rubbed him on the back.  I smelled his little boy smell and squeezed him even tighter.  I asked him, "How many more years will you be jumping up into my arms like this?"  Carter said, "In 6th grade, I will be too tall."  I asked, "Well, then what about in 5th grade?"  He said, "Too big." I said, "4th grade?"  Carter said, "Nope.  I will be too big for you in 3rd and 4th.".  Then, hanging on to hope, I asked, "Ok, then what about in 2nd grade?  Will you jump into my arms then?"  Carter said, "Maybe I still will in 2nd.".  So, with a smile, I gave him another squeeze and he scurried off to play.  I have only couple of years left of those moments, then those too will pass.  He will be "too big, too tall, or too cool" to jump into my arms.
       And then we get to today.  The tooth.  Maybe it was just the icing on the cake, but it was almost too much to bear.  It was the last time one of my boys will pull their first tooth.  Sure, there will be other teeth to pull, but none are quite like the first.  Many of the firsts at our house are over.
     A favorite book of mine definitely comes to mind tonight as I sit here writing this blog not being emotional .  I stumbled across this book years ago and it has really changed the way I look at things with the boys growing up.  The book is called Let Me Hold You Longer by Karen Kingsbury.  Part of the note from the author in the front of the book says this:
         "We spend our children's days celebrating the firsts. First step. First tooth. First words. First day of kindergarten, first homecoming dance, first time behind the wheel. But somehow, along the way, we miss their lasts.  There are no photographs or parties when a child takes his last nap or catches tadpoles for the last time. For the most part, it's impossible to know when a last moment actually occurs.  Nothing signals a mother to stop and notice the last time her little boy runs and jumps into her arms.  If I'd known it was the last time, Would I have held on longer?"




As Carter climbed into his bed tonight, he was toothless and without his blankie.  I couldn't help but to kiss him and hug him and hold on a little longer than usual.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Chore Champs

Bradley and I started the new year of 2011 with a goal.  We wanted to begin to eliminate our debt and become better stewards of what God has blessed us with.  After a fabulous suggestion from our dear friend Kristy, we read the book "Total Money Makeover" by Dave Ramsey.  We became very motivated to make some changes in our lives.  We started with a budget.  This was something we had never done in the past.  We began to spend less that what we were bringing in and started to pay off some debt.  We are definitely still learning and getting better control of our personal finances.  I could write an entire other blog on just this.  During our own path, we became to realize that we never really learned the lessons that we should have on how to take care of our money.  It was not the fault of anyone but ourselves.  We are definitely intelligent enough that we should have taken the initiative to learn more about money management ourselves.  We still have a lot to learn.

Very early on in our discussions and budgets, we agreed that we needed to do something proactive to teach the boys how to be good money managers.  Of course, we couldn't begin any kind of system until we had the ball rolling with our own debt reduction.  After a couple of months, we were ready to start something.  I had given the idea of implementing a system A LOT of thought.  I read some books seeking knowledge and inspiration.  I sought out bible verses for guidance.  I was finally ready to start something.  I knew that starting anything was better than starting nothing.  Our goals for the boys were for them to learn some basic knowledge of money.  We wanted them to learn:
Money does not come without work in real life.
Some things are worth saving for.
It feels good to give your money to someone in need or the church.


I had a meeting with the boys at the table to teach them about our plan.  I explained the point system to them. They would earn "points" throughout the week that would be worth money on payday.  They could earn 5 points per day. A morning point is awarded for getting up and dressed on the first request, eating breakfast, and getting backpack ready and out the door. A school point is awarded for good grades, no problems with behavior, and doing homework without being asked.  Two chore points are awarded for completing two chores per day. A "round-up" point is awarded at the end of the day after we "round-up" all of the things that were left out during the day, such as shoes, cups, toys, etc.  The boys are also given the opportunity to earn bonus points for doing more difficult jobs.  The bonus points are optional, the regular chores are not.  I was not prepared for the reaction I got from the boys.  They were so excited to get busy earning their points.  they were already looking forward to payday.




To help manage the payday system, we bought this tiny drawer system that is just big enough for their "time-card", pencil, and the chore sticks.  Each child keeps up with their own points by marking it on their timecard.  They must total it up and have it verified by Mom or Dad on Sunday before payday.

About 25 different chores are written on craft sticks and are inside a paper sack.  After the boys do their homework, they draw out 2 chores to complete.  They put those 2 sticks in their drawer.  They keep the completed sticks in their drawer until all the chores have been drawn out of the bag and have been completed.  This ensures that all the chores get completed within about 4 days.  With this system, my toilets, tubs, floors, windows, mirrors, counter tops, and more.....all get cleaned every 4 days.  After all the chores have been drawn out and completed, they go back in the bag to start over.  There are definitely some jobs that they enjoy doing more than others.  Carter enjoys cleaning tubs and showers, the other boys grimace when they draw those chores.  Sawyer's favorite job is to gather up all the dirty laundry.  Tucker doesn't mind cleaning the toilets.  He says it's an easy job.  I also have one stick in the bag that says "Paid Vacation Day".  That has been a fun one to have!  The day Sawyer was on crutches for having an injured knee, Carter stood next to him with his fingers laced together in front of him while Sawyer was drawing out his chore  chanting, "Please get paid vacation! Please get paid vacation!"  It just so happened that Sawyer did draw out "Paid Vacation Day" that day that he was on crutches, much to his brothers delight.


Our payday system is based on age.  The thought process behind this is that an older child will be financially responsible for more things.  


Our payday night is somewhat of an event.  We do it on Sunday night after dinner.  The boys do last minute calculations and I get out the money box that is only used for their payday.  I also award bonus "worker bee" points for the child who worked the most meticulously and pridefully throughout the week.  For the first 2 weeks, Carter has earned this award both times.

After payday, we talk about the things the boys are saving for and what they might want to spend their money on.  Tucker is currently saving everything to buy a dirt bike.  At this payday, we were discussing some events coming up at school in which the boys would have to decide to spend or not to spend their money.  We had a bookfair this week at school as well as nacho day at p.e.  Carter decided that he would probably buy the nachos for $2.50 and both the other boys decided that nachos were't worth $2.50.  They were all 3 trying to decided on some books that they might want to buy at the book fair. There was no right or wrong decision on either of these events.  It was their choice whether or not it was worth their money.


 After a couple of weeks of implementing this program, I have been dazzled by the abilities of my sons!  On the first payday night, I made a formal apology to all of them.  I told them that I never gave them enough credit for being capable of so many things.  They have completed their chores beautifully, never once complaining or doing a poor job of their work.  The house has been kept clean for over 2 weeks, which doesn't sound like much I guess to many people, but around here we are so busy that I was never able to keep it really clean for more than 2 days at a time.  We only invest about 15 minutes a day on chores and the boys complete them as soon as we get home and we still have plenty of time to play or go to ball practices.  I absolutely cannot imagine going back to the old way again.  The payday system will probably still have to be tweeked and changed, but it is working perfectly to get us started.  I am so proud of my boys and all they are learning to do and all they are becoming.  They are my little chore champs!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

My Life As a Cheerleader

 Ok, so I am not actually a cheerleader. At one time, yes, but that was many cellulite bumps and wrinkles ago. This past weekend, as I sat in the stands of yet another sporting event, I realized that much of my life revolves around sports. We literally move from one sport to the next with our boys. With 3 boys, who are all very much "into" sports, we spend endless hours jumping from one practice to the next. Last weekend, our hopes of having a free weekend were dashed when we finished up our basketball tournament on Saturday and started baseball practice on Sunday. Tucker, now 12, plays football in the fall, basketball in the winter, and baseball in the spring and summer. Sawyer, who is 8, plays soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter, and baseball in the spring and summer. He also ran track last season in the Junior Olympics. Carter, who is 6, plays t-ball in the Spring and is anxious for the day when he can join in on the other sports. Baseball season is just getting into full swing. We spent the last couple of days at baseball practice and getting gear to fit what has been outgrown. This seems to be the toughest sport to manage timewise. It is next to impossible to shuttle 3 kids to 3 different parks on the same days. Practices and games always seem to overlap. Although having the boys involved in sports takes a huge chunk of our time (and money), I truly enjoy being there to cheer them on when they make a great play or score those points. I sit in the stands beaming with pride when one of my sons step up to bat and smashes the ball for a homerun. I love to watch my speedy Sawyer steal the ball from the opponent like a flash of lighning and send the ball into the goal. I relish in watching Tucker lay out another player when he makes an amazing tackle. Seeing Carter tag a player out on his little tball team makes me cheer with delight. I am their biggest fan. I am their greatest cheerleader. It is one of my favorite parts of being a mother.