My Dad

A man who has taught me many things. These include, but aren’t limited to: riding a bike, appreciating art, loving music, introducing me to Diet Coke (unfortunately), working hard, responsibility, loving Jesus, the sacrifices of being a parent, humor, making any experience fun, and creativity. I know there are more I’m forgetting.

As a little girl I always looked up to him. I loved any chance I had to hang out with him, help him and learn from him. Truth be told, I was a total brat during my teen years and thought he knew nothing about life. But even then, I respected him. He is a man of strong convictions of which I haven’t always agreed, but he has always stuck to what he felt was right.

I don’t get the chance to hang out with him as much as I once did, but it doesn’t change my love for him. So today as he celebrates his birthday I wanted to say thank you for all the sacrifices, the love, the wisdom and all the times you didn’t rescue me from my mistakes, but walked through them with me. I love you Dad!

How did I get here?

This week we officially registered our firstborn for middle school. I can’t be old enough to be here already. Visit the school, check. Sit through orientation meeting, check. Sign up for classes, check. Stare blankly off into the distance remembering when I registered Charlie for kindergarten and feel like sobbing, check.

Charlie is more than ready. He’s admitted to being slightly nervous, but for the most part, excited and ready to go to the land of the awkward (my words, not his). We sat through the orientation and I listened to the principal explain that the foreign language classes can count as high school credit, which in high school can count as college credit. Wait, I’m at a middle school. Who said anything about college?

While I was hanging on to every word that was spoken, furiously taking notes and worrying about college credit I glanced over to see Charlie sitting with his buddies making paper airplanes. That’s more like it.

  

I know, I’m not in charge.

This is what comes out of Josie’s mouth immediately after she tells one of “her boys” what to do. It’s like she can’t help herself in the moment, but quickly remembers that she, in fact, is not in charge. And before I can correct her she does it for me. It’s actually become quite convenient.

   

Preparing for the Princess Ball with Daddy

Josie and Justin Bieber

Since we’ve been snowed in this week we’ve watched far too much TV. One of the movies we watched was Never Say Never. For those who haven’t heard of this movie, it is not a James Bond film. It’s a movie about Justin Bieber. If you don’t know who this is, you’ll have to google it. The following are all of the comments Josie made while watching…

“Is that Justin Beaver?”

“Wow! Justin Beaver knows how to drive?!”

“I can’t believe that’s Justin Beaver.”

“I don’t want this to be about other boys, only Justin Beaver.”

“That’s sad, he doesn’t have any friends.”

“Is he actually singing?”

“Is he singing Party in the USA?”

“Are those all Justin Beavers?” (pointing to all his dancers)

“I think I’m ready for this to be over.”

“Please can we go to bed now?”

“Why are all those girls crying?”

“He’s good at singing.”