A day to remember

I woke them up at 7am, hoping to give them the most sleep possible.
They wanted Lego Eggo Waffles and Milk. (Woohoo! Easy!)

They got dressed and watched a few minutes of cartoons while I scurried around getting everything out to the van. Jaron said he was 'too old' for Mickey Mouse Clubhouse - his favorite morning show last year.

I took pictures.
We went to school.
There were no tears.
Everyone had a great day.
It was so normal - more so than I anticipated.
Then it was over.

Thoughts about the day:

My kids have begun and perfected this habit of NEVER LOOKING AT THE CAMERA the moment the shot is snapped. (Partly because my camera is super old and slow and cheap and it flashes about 3 times before 'the real moment' happens; partly because they are being honery and don't actually want me to get a good picture...)

I feel blessed to have 2 kids who are still at the age where they say cute things and still have a teensy bit of squishiness on their elbows. That is the true mark of a baby. Squishy elbows.

They are beginning to act differently - more grown up. We are just beginning to deal with more 'Big Kid' issues. And I see them more and more as big kids interested in bigger kid things and labelling things that have framed so much of our lives for so long now as "babyish."

I do love to see their development. I do.

I also miss that baby love. There really is nothing so sweet as the breath of a baby on your chest while you sleep. Or the tender, trusting looks that without words tell you that 'you can do no wrong' in their eyes.

I begin to wonder how many more times my kids will ask me to hold them. How many more times will I have them appear in my bed at night? How many more times will I have the gift of bathing them?

Their basic needs that once seemed to consume my world are slipping away from my list of daily duties as they gain their independence. I am at once relieved and remorseful. I never realized how much I needed them to need me.

Gone are the days of strollers, cutting up their food, and dressing them in outfits I chose for them.

They are now - all too suddenly - little people with vivid imaginations, strong opinions, and sweaty armpits. Tears.

How Odd!

Is it not ironic that today (the first day of school) I had two messages on my answering machine when I got home?
The messages all by themselves are not odd, I wasn't home so it's only natural... :) It's who the messages were from and what their context involved.
They were from two different school districts - neither within a stone's throw - asking if I would set up an interview for a choir director position.

"WHAT!?!?!?!?! Seriously? Now? Are you kidding me?" (That was my internal dialogue as I listened to the messages.)

I am so glad to be standing on solid ground with my Redeemer because, honestly, everything would be so confusing right now if it weren't for HIM.

On a happier note:

We had a great first day at school! I will take time this evening to download pics and tell stories about Jaron's first day at Kindergarten and Avery's first day of preschool as I am sure you're aching to read about it!

Family Reunion

I forgot to mention that we were headed to my hunny's hometown or a family reunion.

We were there for several days, in what I might normally call a time warp.
We had fun. I met lots of family. More than I could have ever imagined. So many people in my husband's family...
Who would have thought I would ever be at a 'Subia' family reunion??

The kids had a blast! That was their first family reunion. There was a dance. Also a first for them. They were so cute shaking their little booties to the tejano music!

Anyway, we're back.
It was a good time, but it's always good to be home.

BINGO!

Today, twice in one day, I got very good news.
I certainly wasn't on pins and needles to hear this particular news, maybe that's why it was such a lift.

One: Our insurance made good on their portion of our ER Dr. bill. Alleviating our outstanding debt of $300. Nice. This amount has been under deliberation for 9 months now and I am quite relieved to be on the winning end of that deal.

Two: The crusty, barely adequate dishwasher that we inherited when we bought our house was recalled. As long as that dishwasher worked, I knew I would never get another one. Mostly because dishwashers aren't really a necessity, but a luxury - so I de-scaled it, and kept using it, secretly hoping it would get secretly replaced with secret extra money. Yeah right!
Today in the mail, we received notice that it has been deemed a fire hazard - Go figure!
We will receive a check in the mail to compensate us toward the purchase of a new dishwasher!!
I went to our local scratch and dent appliance place with my mom today and found one that will neither set our house on fire, nor growl and churn for hours while cleaning the dishes. Sara_smiles' daddy owns that store and you should go there first if you ever find yourself needing a new appliance - he will hook you up!

How Lucky are we?

I sit here watching my two breath-takingly beautiful babies in the bathtub.
It's not every night that they get to have bubbles in the bathtub. Sometimes we run out, others I just overlook it as I hurriedly rush through the nighttime ritual.

The kids smiled as I swashed the water this way and that to maximize the bubble-making potential and talked about how great the bubbles smelled.
They started to give themselves bubble beards, outrageous bubble hair-dos, and so on.
Then I washed their hair and they giggled as I accidentally tickled them while rinsing their shampoo out.

After that, they began to play with one another and their bath toys. Happily, without bickering - a notable rarity in our home right now.

I guess I was feeling a little hogwild and I brought their toothbrushes to the bathtub, with paste and all and handed them their toothbrush. We usually do that at the sink after bathtime. Yes, I know. I'm totally living on the edge...

Jaron looked at Avery and said, "How lucky are we?"

Indeed.

I am so looking forward to nibbling on their "raisin" fingers and toes after they get out.
Ooooo and smelling their soft, freshly bathed baby smell while trying to ignore their obvious knobby knees and bumpy backs that would beg to differ with my previous 'baby' description. Combing Avery's curls and rubbing them down with lotion. Praying and singing and reading books during this, our last week of summer.

How lucky are we?

Very, very lucky.

God's Big Backyard.

I was finally given the keys to a classroom today!!
A classroom that is not really mine, but will serve as a meeting place for me and my students during this school year, either until the new kids' pastor asks me to leave or the committees decide to remodel it. Hopefully neither of these two scenarios will play out before the end of the school year.

It is called God's Big Backyard.
I mustered up the gumption to go inside today and began the long, arduous process of removing all the unnecessary objects from the room.
Did you know that God's Big Backyard is filled with useless junk? Dozens of computer monitors from the 80's, THE television from the movie Pleasantville (Yes, I'm sure), about 200 or more insect carcasses, and huge amounts of what-nots, knick-knacks, and trash.
You'd think God's Big Backyard would have better upkeep than that!

Well not anymore. It is now a nicely equipped temporary music room. And all it took was every minute of my day in turbo mode to get it that way.

Whew!

Toes

Toes are very funny.

Today, Jaron was trying to explain something to me about one of his toes.
He said, "You know mom, my thumb toe?"

I don't remember what he was telling me. I just burst out laughing. Mostly because its funny, but also because I remember thinking that too as a kid.

Funny kids with funny thumb toes.

Chapters

I have been doing a lot of thinking about the chapters in our lives.

In the last year, I have seen a lot of friends' chapters close and begin anew.

Some friends had real page-turners! Exciting stuff happening so quickly, you couldn't put the book down between chapters for fear of missing something. And you were always so happy to get filled in on all the great news and things that were happening for them.

Other friends were living War and Peace. A laborious read with few chapters that offered resolution. Even flipping through their book for highlights was discouraging at times. But in the end, you just knew that things were going to turn out for them. And you were so glad for them when things turned out well and their struggles finally ended.

I, for one, am really glad this chapter in my life is ending. This past summer has been one encapsulated by hurt and disappointment. Just when I thought one injury was healed, another one would stealthily slip in to take its place. Over and over and over.

Tomorrow marks the beginning of a new chapter. The start of a new school year - albeit not the one I was expecting - a fresh start nonetheless.

There are still things that lie in a state of unrest. Not really put to bed or brought to complete closure, but I have decided to be content.
It is not important for me to understand why things unravelled the way they did.
It is only important for me to take the ownership that was mine in each situation, ruminate on it to learn whatever I can, and then to bury it in good soil.

I'll fix my eyes on the things I can do today to make a difference in the situation I find myself in.
The situation God put me in for reasons that have yet to be revealed, ever looking for the harvest.

Perhaps one reason is that my kids still need me. Or that I still need them. Perhaps it's not a question of whether I had heard God, but more that my timing was not in sync with His.
Maybe this whole chapter in my life was to teach me where it is safe to place my trust, only in Him. Only ever in Him.
Or maybe there isn't any ultra-spiritual spin on any of it.
Maybe, just maybe, it happened.

Whatever the answer to life's quandaries, I'd like to say I feel stronger, somehow better because of it all, but I can't even honestly say that yet.

Keep reading. I would love for that to be the end of the next chapter.

Bowling night.

What could inspire a person the minute they wake up to think, "Hmmm... I think I'd like to go bowling today?"

Those were some words Jaron uttered today. I don't even know if he remembers the only time he's ever gone bowling prior to today. In any case, he really wanted to do that today and Chris was off work. Plus, we were really wanting to reward Jaron for being so grown up at his very first ever therapy session today. So we went.

(Sidenote: I'm not a fan of, nor do I anticipate ever feeling differently about, renting bowling shoes.)

Some things I didn't expect:

• Jaron is quite the little bowler. Who would have thought that his score of 117 would seriously dwarf my lifetime best score of 98? Yes, he's good. I told you.
• Chris and I could not help but chuckle as Avery, who insisted on wearing a denim mini-skirt to the bowling alley, would bend over, set her giant pink ball down centered between her legs and strain to spread her legs beyond the slack her skirt provided. She then commenced to "granny roll" the ball down the lane. On average, the ball had been in painfully-slow motion for 45 seconds or so before it made it to the pins and kind of 'leaned' into the pins as if to say, "Please?" She then would cheer and twirl, regardless or whether any pins fell. Cuteness.
• Jaron took particular annoyance to her genuine thrill. He couldn't understand why anyone who clearly stunk at bowling could be so content to stink at it. It was very hard to explain to him his sister's obvious innocence and refreshing contentment. She was simply happier twirling on the nice hard wood floors and giving high fives than bowling...
• Chris bowled the game of a lifetime. I don't know why that bugged me. He's just good at everything. Every five seconds it was like, oh another strike? Wow, babe! I guess you all know how that goes... :P
• I thoroughly enjoyed watching their amusement at my plague of gutterball after gutterball. It was truly a thing to behold. I guess I used to think I was ok, and in a totally UNrelated story, I don't think I have ever played a game without Shannon also playing a game nearby. Either way, I have lived with the impression that I wasn't half-bad at bowling for 28 years only to find out that most 5 year olds can smoke me.
• I want to go back tomorrow and do it all over again. It was so much fun!

If you are reading this expecting a punchline or a closing statement about my dislike for renting bowling shoes, you'll not find it here. That was it in a nutshell.

Take your kids bowling. It's fun!

Bedtime Story

I forgot to write down Avery's made-up bedtime story last night.
It went like this:

Avery: "Tonight's story goes like this. NO story. Mommy?"

Me: "Yes, baby?"

Avery: "I'm very sleepy. Can I go to sleep now?"