The end of the school year is winding down and I've been completely crazypants trying to keep up with everything.
Killian graduates from high school next month, and Corwin graduates from 8th grade. I'm trying to plan Killian's grad party and if I learned anything from throwing my mom a surprise birthday party in March is that I hate planning parties.
I don't mind going to parties. I don't mind bringing a dish to pass, but I hate planning parties. There's "food math" involved and logistics. And anyone who's read this blog more than once knows that neither math, nor logistics, are my friends.
Or schedules, really.
So basically, I'm pretty much screwed, here.
But I did finally get around to ordering Killian's senior pictures. The ones we had taken way back in October. o.O And they look great. And we did plan a menu for the party. So...that's something.
I think mostly this is all about me hating change and not being ready to have one kid in college and the other in high school. I'm not ready for them to grow-up. I realize that's the point of the whole thing, but dealing with it gracefully doesn't seem to be in my skill set.
I think it's one of the reason's Maurice Sendak's death hit me so hard last week. One more constant from my kids' childhood is gone. But, even though it makes me rashy and nervous, change is inevitable, and I'm proud of the men they're becoming.
Now, it's time to make sure Corwin has everything for his field trip to Washington DC. His idea of essentials and my idea of essentials compromise two very different lists. Any guesses as to which one of us has deodorant at the top of the list?
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Monday, May 14, 2012
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
What a weekend!
It's amazing how much happiness and sadness you can cram into one weekend. Friday night was spent at the funeral home. A longtime friend of the family passed away. I grew up with his kids and though I rarely agreed with his political/religious views, and we "discussed" them whenever we saw each other, he was a good man and he'll be missed.
Saturday was spent at my baby sister's college graduation. I cannot believe four years have passed so quickly. I swear we just moved her in last month. The graduation itself (aside from being hot and sweaty and getting a severe case of bleacher-butt) was awesome. They had bagpipers (a couple darn cute ones) lead the class in. I love both men in kilts and (well-played) bagpipe music, 'cause I'm kinda nerdy like that, and these people were fabulous. The choir sang the most amazing acapella version of Loch Lomand that gave me goosebumps and actually made me a little teary-eyed. Here's a link to last year's performance, but this years was better. ;) The commencement speaker was actually worth listening to and I was thrilled to see Cait walk across the stage to much hooping and hollering. After the ceremony, there was also the entertainment of meeting one of her friends who wore only her bikini and high heels under her robe. I'm positive she was far more comfortable than the rest of us.
Sunday we had a big family dinner - my mom, my dad and stepmom, my three brothers, my sister, two sister-in-laws, two nieces, two nephews, me, hubby and the boys and it was great. Lots of laughing, food, playing with the kids, dodging nerf darts and snuggling the new baby. It was pretty much a perfect day.
Saturday was spent at my baby sister's college graduation. I cannot believe four years have passed so quickly. I swear we just moved her in last month. The graduation itself (aside from being hot and sweaty and getting a severe case of bleacher-butt) was awesome. They had bagpipers (a couple darn cute ones) lead the class in. I love both men in kilts and (well-played) bagpipe music, 'cause I'm kinda nerdy like that, and these people were fabulous. The choir sang the most amazing acapella version of Loch Lomand that gave me goosebumps and actually made me a little teary-eyed. Here's a link to last year's performance, but this years was better. ;) The commencement speaker was actually worth listening to and I was thrilled to see Cait walk across the stage to much hooping and hollering. After the ceremony, there was also the entertainment of meeting one of her friends who wore only her bikini and high heels under her robe. I'm positive she was far more comfortable than the rest of us.
Sunday we had a big family dinner - my mom, my dad and stepmom, my three brothers, my sister, two sister-in-laws, two nieces, two nephews, me, hubby and the boys and it was great. Lots of laughing, food, playing with the kids, dodging nerf darts and snuggling the new baby. It was pretty much a perfect day.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Did anyone hear that chorus of angels?
That was the sound of me finishing my novel and turning it in. YAY!!!
You might have also heard the sound of extreme rage, terror and a little bittersweet happiness.
The terror came from my four-year old niece, Lexi, being rushed to the hospital because she stopped breathing. We still don't know why it happened, just that it might be related to the RSV virus she had as an infant. She's doing much better now and is home from the hospital being her normal Lexi self. She told me today that, "The ambulance ride was even better than the limo to Disney!" Yup, that's our Lexi-Lou-Who.
The rage came from a phone call I just had with my sister-in-law. She beat the ambulance to the hospital and was explaining that to the security guard, telling him she didn't know where to go and the guard's response was, "Like I care."
The guy works at the emergency room of a hospital. Who the hell says that - particularly to a parent whose child is coming in via ambulance??? My sil lost it and I don't blame her a bit. I'm so enraged by this insensitivity I want to drive over there and kick his ass myself.
Deep breath.
Okay, the bittersweet happiness portion of this post. Killian, my oldest, graduated from 8th grade. I'll be the first to admit, I'm a cryer, but I did pretty well at the ceremony. The most moving part of the program was when they showed the powerpoint presentation of the kids all the way through middle school and their baby pictures too. It was so cute but a little sad too. The other part that killed me was when Kristin, Killian's homeroom teacher, got up and read the poem she wrote for the kids. I adore that woman.
On Friday, right before dismissal, the 8th graders did what they call the 8th grade walk. They make a circuit of the whole school and all the teachers and kids come out at cheer for them. Parents are invited too and we all lined the halls. I'd say about 75% of the kids were sobbing as they made their way around (most of the parents were too.) I can't tell you how many soggy hugs I got from those kids. Kohl, one of Killian's close friends, had tears streaming down his face and came and gave me a giant bear hug. This is going to sound horribly sexist, but boy tears always break my heart a little bit more. Killian didn't cry, but he did give me a big squishy hug. In. Public.
Before they did the walk, Kristin did something really cool. She had all 75 kids sitting in a circle in her room and they had the "No Regrets Meeting." Basically, all the kids came out and said the things that they were a little squidgy about saying out loud but would regret if they didn't say. Kohl told Killian that he hated it when Killian was absent because it made him feel like he was walking around half dressed all day. So sweet. I just love these kids.
I can't believe I have a freshman in high school - but it's waaaaaaaaaaaay better than the alternative. Now we just need to wait for the school of choice paperwork to come through so I can find out for sure where he'll be attending next year.
You might have also heard the sound of extreme rage, terror and a little bittersweet happiness.
The terror came from my four-year old niece, Lexi, being rushed to the hospital because she stopped breathing. We still don't know why it happened, just that it might be related to the RSV virus she had as an infant. She's doing much better now and is home from the hospital being her normal Lexi self. She told me today that, "The ambulance ride was even better than the limo to Disney!" Yup, that's our Lexi-Lou-Who.
The rage came from a phone call I just had with my sister-in-law. She beat the ambulance to the hospital and was explaining that to the security guard, telling him she didn't know where to go and the guard's response was, "Like I care."
The guy works at the emergency room of a hospital. Who the hell says that - particularly to a parent whose child is coming in via ambulance??? My sil lost it and I don't blame her a bit. I'm so enraged by this insensitivity I want to drive over there and kick his ass myself.
Deep breath.
Okay, the bittersweet happiness portion of this post. Killian, my oldest, graduated from 8th grade. I'll be the first to admit, I'm a cryer, but I did pretty well at the ceremony. The most moving part of the program was when they showed the powerpoint presentation of the kids all the way through middle school and their baby pictures too. It was so cute but a little sad too. The other part that killed me was when Kristin, Killian's homeroom teacher, got up and read the poem she wrote for the kids. I adore that woman.
On Friday, right before dismissal, the 8th graders did what they call the 8th grade walk. They make a circuit of the whole school and all the teachers and kids come out at cheer for them. Parents are invited too and we all lined the halls. I'd say about 75% of the kids were sobbing as they made their way around (most of the parents were too.) I can't tell you how many soggy hugs I got from those kids. Kohl, one of Killian's close friends, had tears streaming down his face and came and gave me a giant bear hug. This is going to sound horribly sexist, but boy tears always break my heart a little bit more. Killian didn't cry, but he did give me a big squishy hug. In. Public.
Before they did the walk, Kristin did something really cool. She had all 75 kids sitting in a circle in her room and they had the "No Regrets Meeting." Basically, all the kids came out and said the things that they were a little squidgy about saying out loud but would regret if they didn't say. Kohl told Killian that he hated it when Killian was absent because it made him feel like he was walking around half dressed all day. So sweet. I just love these kids.
I can't believe I have a freshman in high school - but it's waaaaaaaaaaaay better than the alternative. Now we just need to wait for the school of choice paperwork to come through so I can find out for sure where he'll be attending next year.
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