ME: What are you wearing?
ISAIAH: My jammies. MY doggie jammies that are warm and soft. And have a pocket right here. On the shirt. I love my pocket on my shirt forever.
(YESSss! One of my children is going to be a writer afterall!)
October 24, 2010
October 10, 2010
Dear Robert,
A few minutes ago, I was laying in bed listening to my thoughts. It was the first time all day long I was able to hear them.
I love our kids, but it's really hard to hear my thoughts above them throughtout the day.
A few minutes ago, I was thinking how nice it was that the hustle of the day was over and how nice it was to just lay warm in bed and listen to my thoughts.
My thoughts were with you. I am a little scared for you right now. Worried is probably a better word than scared. I am a little worried for you right now. This is a big trip you are making. The biggest one to date in fact. On top of that, you are driving a truck that we were just struggling to get onto the road not even a month ago. On top of that, you are pulling a 32 foot box behind you, which you have never done before. I know you can do it, but I am still a little worried for you.
This is the first time I have had time and thought process enough to be worried about you. Yes, I was glad earlier today when you got on the road. Yes, glad the trailer got pulled out safely and on the road ok. Yes, all of those things I was glad to hear about when we were talking throughout the day.
It wasn't until the quiet of night settled in that I became worried.
Please be safe, my love. I need you to be safe. Please don't push this trip harder or faster than is safe. Please keep me updated.
If it seems as though I am preoccupied during the day, it is because I am. These kids run from get up to fall down. I am exhausted by the end of the day. So forgive me if I seem preoccupied. I am listening and I do care.
And when I have those spare moments in the quiet of night, my thoughts are of you and with you. I love you.
My moment tonight was, however, interrupted. Isaiah is sick. He was throwing up and has a fever. All of a sudden, just like that.
Just as it was quiet enough to have my own thoughts.
Oh well, duty called and at least it got me out of bed and on the computer to type this out to you.
Good night, my love. Sleep well. Know that I love you now and forever. See you in Arizona at Thanksgiving.
All of my love,
Jodi
PS- Brendan was swinging from and broke Katie's mantle tonight. That's YOUR half!
I love our kids, but it's really hard to hear my thoughts above them throughtout the day.
A few minutes ago, I was thinking how nice it was that the hustle of the day was over and how nice it was to just lay warm in bed and listen to my thoughts.
My thoughts were with you. I am a little scared for you right now. Worried is probably a better word than scared. I am a little worried for you right now. This is a big trip you are making. The biggest one to date in fact. On top of that, you are driving a truck that we were just struggling to get onto the road not even a month ago. On top of that, you are pulling a 32 foot box behind you, which you have never done before. I know you can do it, but I am still a little worried for you.
This is the first time I have had time and thought process enough to be worried about you. Yes, I was glad earlier today when you got on the road. Yes, glad the trailer got pulled out safely and on the road ok. Yes, all of those things I was glad to hear about when we were talking throughout the day.
It wasn't until the quiet of night settled in that I became worried.
Please be safe, my love. I need you to be safe. Please don't push this trip harder or faster than is safe. Please keep me updated.
If it seems as though I am preoccupied during the day, it is because I am. These kids run from get up to fall down. I am exhausted by the end of the day. So forgive me if I seem preoccupied. I am listening and I do care.
And when I have those spare moments in the quiet of night, my thoughts are of you and with you. I love you.
My moment tonight was, however, interrupted. Isaiah is sick. He was throwing up and has a fever. All of a sudden, just like that.
Just as it was quiet enough to have my own thoughts.
Oh well, duty called and at least it got me out of bed and on the computer to type this out to you.
Good night, my love. Sleep well. Know that I love you now and forever. See you in Arizona at Thanksgiving.
All of my love,
Jodi
PS- Brendan was swinging from and broke Katie's mantle tonight. That's YOUR half!
August 7, 2010
Fun at Katie's Before We Left Washington
Lake Holiday Fun
Starring:
Bailey, Carson, Jarom, Isaiah, Brendan, and Tiaira
June 8, 2010
June 3, 2010
One of "Life's Little Moments" AND A Memory I Just Remembered And Wanted To Document all in one!
This morning at about 1:30 AM, I woke up because I had to go potty. This is what I found:
Let's just say, my husband was less than excited. After all, he didn't have to get up in two hours to go to work or anything. Oh wait, yes he DID have to get up in two hours to go to work! That's right, now I remember!
And since we are on the subject, I also remember Robert came straight home from work that day and screwed four inch screws into the sub flooring on both sides of that heater vent! He was mumbling something under his breath. I don't remember exactly. Something like, "Let's see you get through that at 3 AM you li'l.. hmm..mmm." Oh yeah, and he had to duct tape the ducting back together too.
That, of course, fulfilled my life long dream of seeing someone actually use Duct Tape for what it is meant for. I have seen it used to do everything- including building a bomb by MacGuiver- so everything BUT putting ducting together. I thought it was kind of cool. What? It made Robert crack a smile.
Which got me to thinking:
You know, it's always been an adventure at night in this house! These boys are always sneaking around the house doin' stuff when they should be tucked all snug in their bed. And what do Robert and I know? We're sleeping!
We woke up to Isaiah freaking out one time because Brendan had thrown Isaiah's shoe down the heating ducting. Pulled the cover right off the floor of their bedroom and threw the shoe down it.
So, flash forward 15 minutes to Robert half awake in the freezing basement in his boxers and whichever pair of shoes was lucky enough to be closest at 3AM pulling apart ducting to find a stupid shoe! Isaiah HAD to have it back right then, or he had vowed to cry at the vent until morning!
Let's just say, my husband was less than excited. After all, he didn't have to get up in two hours to go to work or anything. Oh wait, yes he DID have to get up in two hours to go to work! That's right, now I remember!
And since we are on the subject, I also remember Robert came straight home from work that day and screwed four inch screws into the sub flooring on both sides of that heater vent! He was mumbling something under his breath. I don't remember exactly. Something like, "Let's see you get through that at 3 AM you li'l.. hmm..mmm." Oh yeah, and he had to duct tape the ducting back together too.
That, of course, fulfilled my life long dream of seeing someone actually use Duct Tape for what it is meant for. I have seen it used to do everything- including building a bomb by MacGuiver- so everything BUT putting ducting together. I thought it was kind of cool. What? It made Robert crack a smile.
June 1, 2010
News Better Served..... THREE DAYS AGO!!
So, the closing date on the house is June 11th, right? Well, not so much, apparently!
We haven't even had the appraisal yet.... In case you aren't near a calendar: It's JUNE FIRST!
Apparently, there is something up.... I don't know, an issue with their financing maybe? Could be! But hey, why would I need to worry about that? OH YEAH! Because if their financing is in trouble, my home being sold is in trouble!! And I am pretty sure Robert and I have been waiting for June 11th to come for a VERY long time now. So, yeah... wait 'til ten days out and THEN tell us there's an issue!!! Oh yeah, and while we are at it, let's throw in the ever popular, "but we won't know for sure until Friday!" It's TUESSSSDAY! So, I can sit around all week and worry, but maybe it's not even anything!! Grrrr!! (That's me growling, in case you are unaware!)
This would have been news better served....
....say before Melanie leased an apartment.... or maybe before I sold my kids' beds, dressers, most of their toys on Craigslist.... maybe before we busted our hind parts getting Melanie moved into her apartment in one day's time, taking with her a good portion of my kitchen and bathroom and other commonly shared areas of the house. So my house, should this deal fall through, is no longer in "staged condition!"
As titled: News Better Served...... THREE DAYS AGO!!
We haven't even had the appraisal yet.... In case you aren't near a calendar: It's JUNE FIRST!
Apparently, there is something up.... I don't know, an issue with their financing maybe? Could be! But hey, why would I need to worry about that? OH YEAH! Because if their financing is in trouble, my home being sold is in trouble!! And I am pretty sure Robert and I have been waiting for June 11th to come for a VERY long time now. So, yeah... wait 'til ten days out and THEN tell us there's an issue!!! Oh yeah, and while we are at it, let's throw in the ever popular, "but we won't know for sure until Friday!" It's TUESSSSDAY! So, I can sit around all week and worry, but maybe it's not even anything!! Grrrr!! (That's me growling, in case you are unaware!)
This would have been news better served....
....say before Melanie leased an apartment.... or maybe before I sold my kids' beds, dressers, most of their toys on Craigslist.... maybe before we busted our hind parts getting Melanie moved into her apartment in one day's time, taking with her a good portion of my kitchen and bathroom and other commonly shared areas of the house. So my house, should this deal fall through, is no longer in "staged condition!"
As titled: News Better Served...... THREE DAYS AGO!!
May 21, 2010
To the Parent or Guardian of: A Child I Love,
In the little town in Texas where I grew up, the first weekend in May there was a little fair at the Square. It was like a little homemade carnival. There was a cake walk, bean bag toss, watermelon. I remember that. I haven't thought about it in a long time, but since I am, I remember that. I remember I put a quarter on the cake walk one year, I put it on the number five. Mom only had one quarter left, but I told her I would win a cake. Although at this point in life I realize she didn't think I would; at that moment she made me feel like she believed I could. And ya know what? I did. I won that cake! To this very day, five is my lucky number.
This was a big day for me. This was the day I earned a lucky number. This day, this really great day, would help mold the rest of my life. Not that I knew it at the time. Think about how many of life's decisions are based on your lucky number. Lucky numbers probably have more effect on the outcome of our lives than we care to think about, but I digress.
It's amazing what we lose: living life. I mean life is good, but we forget life has always had good moments. We forget because we don't stop long enough to remember every once in awhile. I haven't thought about that day in about nineteen years. Yeah at about that time, life got too busy.
I have no idea how old I was that day. Maybe Jarom's age. Somewhere around there. The details have long since faded. I remember it was warm that day. Texas always was in May. I don't know what I was wearing, or what Mom was wearing. I don't know why it was the last quarter, or how many quarters we started with. I cannot remember what else we had done at the carnival. I don't remember for sure, but I think it was the very last moment before we left that day. I can't remember what we did after the carnival. Probably went home, ate some dinner, maybe watched some TV, and went to bed. I don't remember, but I am pretty sure we probably had cake for dessert that night! I imagine I would have been proud as pie, knowing I won that cake.
Now I have a son who is about the same age I was that day. The sad part, I don't know if my son is having moments like the one I had that day. You know, the ones you remember long after you can't remember them anymore. Perhaps he is, we try to do cool things. I just don't know if he is. We try to provide them with the experiences that will help them become individuals, but it's hard to know if what we are doing is right. Feedback is limited, and they didn't come with instructions.
Do you think Mom and Dad felt like it was hard raising us? Like life is stressful and it keeps piling up? Were they constantly pulled in too many different directions? What kind of sacrifice had to be made to pull a $10 roll of quarters out of thin air?
Do you think our kids see it the way we did? Do you think our kids just think we had a good day as a family, and that's it? Do you think they -at all- see the time and effort we put into making life good for them?
Do you think they think about it at all, our kids? I don't remember ever giving it much consideration. The carnival was coming up, we were going. We always did every year. Mom and Dad had to worry about the rest, right? Actually, I never even gave it enough thought to think about whether or not Mom and Dad actually had to "worry" about it.
Was Dad even there? I don't remember. Probably not. He almost never was. It always felt like it was just Mom. Didn't Dad want to be there? Since I am an adult, I can perhaps see there may have been another reason he wasn't there. Is it possible he was somewhere working hard to earn the money we were spending at the carnival? I threw that quarter up on the cake walk like it meant nothing. Do you think Dad thought a quarter meant "nothing?"
Do you think years after one of the "that day" happens for our kids, our kids might stop long enough to look back and smile on that great day? Or will life get too busy for them?
I'd like to think this parenting thing isn't as thankless as I give it credit for most days. We'll get our praise for a job well done at some point, right? Of course, we may never know when it finally does happen. I didn't realize it until after it was too late to thank the people who made it happen for me.
So just in case you need a word of encouragement for doing what you are doing day in and day out:
Just in case you feel like children believe they cannot and will not appreciate their parents:
Just in case I perhaps want to pay it forward since I can't pay it back:
Thank you all for being good parents to the children I love. I appreciate you! You are doing great! Keep it up!
Love, Jodi
This was a big day for me. This was the day I earned a lucky number. This day, this really great day, would help mold the rest of my life. Not that I knew it at the time. Think about how many of life's decisions are based on your lucky number. Lucky numbers probably have more effect on the outcome of our lives than we care to think about, but I digress.
It's amazing what we lose: living life. I mean life is good, but we forget life has always had good moments. We forget because we don't stop long enough to remember every once in awhile. I haven't thought about that day in about nineteen years. Yeah at about that time, life got too busy.
I have no idea how old I was that day. Maybe Jarom's age. Somewhere around there. The details have long since faded. I remember it was warm that day. Texas always was in May. I don't know what I was wearing, or what Mom was wearing. I don't know why it was the last quarter, or how many quarters we started with. I cannot remember what else we had done at the carnival. I don't remember for sure, but I think it was the very last moment before we left that day. I can't remember what we did after the carnival. Probably went home, ate some dinner, maybe watched some TV, and went to bed. I don't remember, but I am pretty sure we probably had cake for dessert that night! I imagine I would have been proud as pie, knowing I won that cake.
Now I have a son who is about the same age I was that day. The sad part, I don't know if my son is having moments like the one I had that day. You know, the ones you remember long after you can't remember them anymore. Perhaps he is, we try to do cool things. I just don't know if he is. We try to provide them with the experiences that will help them become individuals, but it's hard to know if what we are doing is right. Feedback is limited, and they didn't come with instructions.
Do you think Mom and Dad felt like it was hard raising us? Like life is stressful and it keeps piling up? Were they constantly pulled in too many different directions? What kind of sacrifice had to be made to pull a $10 roll of quarters out of thin air?
Do you think our kids see it the way we did? Do you think our kids just think we had a good day as a family, and that's it? Do you think they -at all- see the time and effort we put into making life good for them?
Do you think they think about it at all, our kids? I don't remember ever giving it much consideration. The carnival was coming up, we were going. We always did every year. Mom and Dad had to worry about the rest, right? Actually, I never even gave it enough thought to think about whether or not Mom and Dad actually had to "worry" about it.
Was Dad even there? I don't remember. Probably not. He almost never was. It always felt like it was just Mom. Didn't Dad want to be there? Since I am an adult, I can perhaps see there may have been another reason he wasn't there. Is it possible he was somewhere working hard to earn the money we were spending at the carnival? I threw that quarter up on the cake walk like it meant nothing. Do you think Dad thought a quarter meant "nothing?"
Do you think years after one of the "that day" happens for our kids, our kids might stop long enough to look back and smile on that great day? Or will life get too busy for them?
I'd like to think this parenting thing isn't as thankless as I give it credit for most days. We'll get our praise for a job well done at some point, right? Of course, we may never know when it finally does happen. I didn't realize it until after it was too late to thank the people who made it happen for me.
So just in case you need a word of encouragement for doing what you are doing day in and day out:
Just in case you feel like children believe they cannot and will not appreciate their parents:
Just in case I perhaps want to pay it forward since I can't pay it back:
Thank you all for being good parents to the children I love. I appreciate you! You are doing great! Keep it up!
Love, Jodi
May 17, 2010
May 9, 2010
Mother's Day and the first day it was nice enough to play in the water... 2010!
And as if this wasn't enough goodness for one Mother's Day... This is an email from my fabulous husband.....
"I hope you are having a great and wonderful day. I am so glad that you are my wife and the mother of our kids. I can't tell you in words how much I appricate what you do for us each and every day. I find myself looking at the blog and crying. Oh how I miss you and the kids. I am so excited that we have another offer on the house so that we can reunite as a family. I cannot wait to see how the kids have grown. You are the reason I keep going everyday I hate being away from you but I find it easier being able to talk to you and see the pictures on the blog.I love you forever and always, Robert"
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