It's all about Jesse

She had her first homework assignment this weekend.  She was super excited.



I'm sure if you have a child, you've completed the "All About Me" poster with him or her.  Jonah has done many of these.



She has always wanted one of her own, and well, she finally got the chance.



She wanted to do it herself.  "I need to do it myself!  But, I can't write much, so will you help me?"  She said something like that.  I let her write as much as she could, and her Dad and I helped guide her hand on the rest.



She has trouble with lower case n's, but she makes a mean 4 and a great upper J of course.



What makes you a star Jesse?  This one was hard, but we found a good answer I think.



Yep, that works.



Next was the question that has ever changing answers, "What do you want to be when you grow up Jesse?"   I was thinking she would say an artist (which is so, super cool), but she pulled this one out and oh, how suiting it was...a cupcake baker.

Jesse, you said I could work in your bakery one day.  Please don't forget!



I enjoyed this activity thoroughly today.  Yes, there were many distractions and millions of other things I needed to do, but seeing this smile...I tell you what, there's no better.



It's all about you Jesse.  I'm so proud of you, my little cupcake baker...my funny star.

We'll be there to guide your hand whenever you need us.  Just keep being brave enough to make the first stroke.  We love you kiddo...always and forever.

Sunday Morning

Hey guys.  It's nice that things in our lives have slowed down a bit...for just a little while I guess.  The extracurricular activities start up again next weekend.  I'm ready.  Really,  I am.

Jesse starts baseball soon.  Don't you dare reference T-ball, or she'll correct you.  Jesse doesn't play T-ball...she plays baseball...and that's that.



I think I went a little harsh on the editing of her picture.  I guess I had a tough baseball player on my mind? We shall see.



If you look close, you will see somewhat of a black left eye there above.  Jonah got a black eye throwing with his Dad recently.  He was such a trooper about it.  Although, he tried on face masks tonight at Dick's and thought that might be a good purchase idea.  Perhaps.



She seems to have had a wonderful first week of school.  According to her, she's super sweet and smart.  I'm still trying to figure out how to respond to that.



I wish you could hear the way he talks to Luke.  It's annoying and sweet at the same time.  Luke loves it.  He loves Luke, and I've decided that bringing Luke home is one of the best things we have ever done.



I took these pictures this Sunday morning.  It was such a beautiful morning.  It seemed a little bit like Fall.  It was nice.  It was so great to have nothing to do.  We just woke up, watched the Smurfs, the kids ate pancakes on the porch, and played on the wet grass.  I have missed it so much.



The light was beautiful.



I really appreciate it.  So much so, that shoes are not required because what if we miss it?



I didn't even make Jonah get dressed.



You see those Jonah curls right there?  Gone, gone, gone.  I'm aching.  He's been asking.  I decided to take him to the Barber Shop.  He's so dang excited about it too.  I'm just trying to keep reminding myself of the smile he has when he looks in the mirror.  The curls were for me...not him.  It was time.

Ouch.

I had tears in my eyes.  I told him he was growing up and he said, "I'm here.  I'm right here.  You have a million pictures."

Oh, but is there ever enough and how do I make you understand, Jonah?  Anyway, so...I just said OK.  He's so excited to go to school tomorrow...curl-less.



I'm hanging in there.  His compassion and her smile helps.

Where does the time go?



Just so very thankful I have a partner in this life that misses the curls too and understands exactly what I'm feeling.

Have a great week guys.

Love,
Heather

First Days

I don't really know how to begin this one.  I'm behind with all this.  No one will really notice but me, but for some reason I feel the need to say so.

So, I'm going to ease back in and not say much.



On the Friday before the Monday she started Pre-K, I stared at her in bed before I left for work and cried.  Her legs stretched so far across the bed.  She looked so grown up to me.  I wanted to stop time so badly.

On her first day of Pre-K, my love and I walked her in...against the rules of her new school.  I really didn't give a damn.  I even took my big camera in.  I took a few pictures.  I mostly focused on her though.  I had to make sure she was OK.  She was.  She was just fine.  She didn't even cry.  She's happy.  She's still happy.  She's going to be just fine out there.  I'm so proud of her.



This clown is in third grade.  My favorite grade.  I learned how to multiply in third grade.  I loved everything about it.  It comes easy to him...the math part...at least so far it does.  He has a test on the map and all the continents tomorrow.  He also has to spell intermediate on his spelling test.  He seems to have it down.  He's sick of me asking him how to spell it.

He threw the ball with me tonight.  I love playing catch with him.  I think I could do it all day and never get tired.

He wants a crew cut.  I think I'm going to let him get one this weekend.  I can't believe I'm going to do it, but the more I think about it, the more I think he deserves to have his hair just like he wants it.

I hope they don't mind me sweeping it all up and putting it in a zip-loc.  I hope they have tissues.