Homecoming Ready

Homecoming weekend is fast approaching.  Savannah already has plans to get ready at a friend's house and go from there.  Since I might not see her on dance night, we went out for an impromptu photo shoot tonight. I am pleased with the following shots.  I had quite a bit of editing to do, and I had several blurry shots.  My camera is now seven years old, so I am wondering if it needs to be serviced or if the blurry photos were user error.  I am itching for an upgrade and some classes.  Neither is in the budget right now, so I will keep playing with my favorite toy.

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Weekend Getaway with New Friends

We spent part of the weekend refreshing at the lake house of a new friend.  We had such fun getting to know a few couples better and enjoying the water and the view.

Andy and the girls learned to water ski.

Wyatt enjoyed the tube, but I don't have any pictures yet from that.

I think I could enjoy regular boating fun and getaways such as this.

I needed it more than I realized.

We even let Savannah play hooky from her PSAT prep course.  

Battling the Sock Monster

It stands to reason, quite simply really, that what goes into the washer must come out of the washer and go into the dryer and come out of the dryer.  It makes logical sense, but we all know the dryer eats socks.  No one knows how or why, but everyone knows that socks disappear somehow, mysteriously.

In almost nineteen years of parenting, I have approached this mystery from many angles.  I have attempted to buy all socks for each child and adult in the same style and brand.  I am convinced that the manufacturers of socks are onto this mom trick as I have returned each year to find the styles changed just enough that they do not match the previous purchase.  Arrgg!!  For the child whose socks tend to be lost more than any other on this spinning earth, I have purchased 18 pairs of socks at a time.  We tried pins briefly. That did not work.

Finally, I thought I found the answer a year or so ago -lingerie bags.  This simple tool might save us from the disappearing socks.  For just over a dollar each at Walmart, I purchased a lingerie bag for every member of the family and encouraged everyone to use them for socks.  It worked briefly.  One lost sock bag full of socks left one child totally unwilling to try this experiment any further.  I could not win her back.  Everyone else followed her lead - except for Andy and me.  We kept using the bags and were pleased to find that this system worked for us.  We learned a few things.  Each person needs multiple bags.  Bags for dark socks separate from white socks and spare bags for those days when the bags are in the laundry process.  I actually kind of like doing laundry, but socks have been my nemesis.  The sock bags make the socks manageable and much easier to cart up and down two flights of stairs. I became determined to win the kids over.

The school year started, and the kids found their sock supplies waning or out of conformity with the uniform policy.  I fought for one more chance at using the bags.  With each purchase of new socks came a new lingerie bag and orders encouragement to use the bags with the new socks.  One child obliged and received several, folded, complete pairs of socks clean just days later.  Another child is slowly coming around.  There is work to do, but this battle may yet be won.

If only the insignificant sock battle were the only battle I was fighting these days...I will force myself to smile at this small victory while fighting for a much bigger one.

Family Day

On Saturday, Zach's college hosted family day.  I remember from my own college days that family day is a big deal and hard for students whose families cannot be there.  Andy was scheduled to run a 10K that morning, so we decided that just the girls and I would attend.  

We knew we could not fully participate because of the distance.  On top of that, our plans were up in the air even as we left town because we were still awaiting surgery news for my dad.  Zach told us to stay for Grandpa, but I am glad we went.  We got there too late to participate in any of the scheduled events, but I think it was important to just spend some time hanging out with Zach. He would have been pretty lonely on campus without family there, and I think that even when we left, there was not much for him to do.

They won the game, and it was fun, but I have to agree with Zach's high school coach.  High school football is where it's at.  There is just something special about Friday Night Lights that gets lost in college.

The uniforms are new this year, and they are very sharp looking, but I do have concerns when the boys play in heat at 86 degrees like it was yesterday.  Most of the season should be cooler, however.

After the game, I got to meet Zach's adoptive mom and some of his adoptive brothers - all very nice people.  The team had the opportunity to introduce their family members.  One kid got big laughs when he said, "my girlfriend would be here too, if I had one."  Zach clearly already has some popularity with his teammates as was evident after he introduced us.

After he cleaned up, we took Zach out for pizza and found that the local pizza place adjacent to campus is really good and very reasonably priced which of course means it s also quite popular.  Zach shared a paper he had written with me where his teacher wrote some comments about how she was surprised by the quality of his writing.  Zach always downplays his abilities.  He did not take the highest level classes in high school, but even the lowest classes at his school prepare students very well for college.  The school is a college prep program, period.

Savannah had some homework for her PSAT prep course that had to be completed.  The library was already closed, so we let Zach take Julia to a nearby store while Savannah sat on an outdoor bench working her way through practice tests.  This really stinks for her weekends.  She gets no rest and really no opportunity to just take one day off.  While Savannah worked, I played with my camera.

Savannah needed fifty minutes to complete her work.  She started with plenty of sunlight, but the sun rapidly disappeared leaving her to seek out a light to finish up.  This is my favorite picture taken while just playing around with the camera, and I don't think I distracted her too much.

We left too late last night and arrived home just after 1:00a.m.  Wyatt had been at a sleepover, so everyone is tired today.  Savannah added 8 hours of drive time to her log yesterday and did very well with unfamiliar roads, detours, and construction.

Zach says he is meeting people and having fun. It is still not clear whether this will be an amazing college experience or whether we will have to reroute, but he's okay for now.

A Rough Week

After the celebrations on the weekend, Monday did not bring good things our way.  Monday evening was spent with text and phone conversations volleying back and forth over who could get my dad to a Tuesday appointment.  Tuesday was the one day of work that I could not miss this week.  Not only that, it was a particularly long work day as we also had open house.  It was finally decided that Andy would take a long lunch and get Dad to his appointment.  That never happened.

Monday night the phone calls changed.  Dad would still need a ride to his appointment, but his foot was looking so bad, and he could not bear weight on it, so  Tiffany opted to take him to the ER.  She was out on the Tuesday appointment because she had one sick day left for the year because that's how things go for a widowed single mom.  They arrived in the ER at about 10:30p.m.  Tiffany left shortly after 4:00a.m., and Dad had not yet been seen.  Within an hour he was admitted.  We were then scrambling to cancel the Tuesday appointment so that he would not be stressed about it.  Tiffany ended up giving up her sick day.

The rest of the week was a series of ups and downs about Dad.  I finally took a sick day on Friday because it looked like surgery was imminent.  Surgery is a big deal for anyone.  We recently heard of a family facing the aftermath of losing a brother in his early twenties who died after complications from a minor surgery.  Dad has a lot going on, so surgery for him is risky whether minor or not.  I was the only one who ever managed to be at the hospital when a doctor was there, and he was a minor player in all the decisions being bounced around.  Apparently, right after I left, and surgery was not the plan of action, that same doctor returned and changed the game to surgery being imminent again.  We were beyond frustrated at that point and ready to insist on another opinion.  Further tests stopped the surgery plan, and we are all relieved.

Dad clearly felt well enough at the hospital as he relentlessly harassed the nurses on everything from their political views to whether they could handle a difficult patient like him and would need a Code 5 to bring in male staff to hold him down.  He is quite the kidder, and honestly, other than a young and naive nurse or two, I think they got a kick out of him and were probably okay with having a patient who felt well enough to give and take some jabs.  The chaplain really got a kick out of him, and one nurses' aide apologized to Tiffany for having to put up with a dad like that.

I think he gets to return home today.  The medicine he will be taking over the next several weeks is dangerous, so he still needs prayer, but I think we are all a bit more relieved at this point.

Happy Birthday, Regan!

After the races, we ran Regan and Ira home for her party.  We had to get Savannah from work and then join the party ourselves.  It's so hard to believe that Regan is four.  She's the last grandchild that my mom met on earth, and she's just growing up so fast.

Danielle made the strawberry cupcakes and the cupcake cake herself - yummy and so cute!

My dad coordinated gifts from the family for Regan this year, and he had to get her this Little Mommy potty training doll because he has not outgrown potty humor.  She seemed pretty pleased with it.  I will spare you the doll details, but you can read about them here: http://www.amazon.com/Little-Mommy-Princess-Potty-Doll/dp/B0063D7YSO/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1411320969&sr=8-2&keywords=potty+training+doll

It was a pretty enough day for some outside time, and Kinsley is getting so big!  Zach and Logan have the next "kid" birthdays and then Kinsley turns 1!  It all goes so fast.

Dragon Boat Festival

Our city hosted a dragon boat race and festival for the first time.  When we learned of this event, we put it on our calendar.

As we prepared to make our way to the river, it occurred to me that my brother and sister-in-law would spend the day preparing to host a birthday party with three children underfoot.  I called and asked if we could take a child off their hands.  Jonathan said that I could not just take one, and I definitely understand that.  We had the space and manpower for two, so Ira and Regan joined us for the races.  We were meeting my friend Kim and her two kids who are close to Regan's age, so we set out for a fun adventure.

We started by heading to the walking bridge for a bird's eye view of the river.

It was a long walk from the bridge to the park, so we stopped for a swing break.

I do wish the boats had the ornate dragon heads that you typically see in the pictures and in China.

My percussion family loved the Korean drums.

The boats looked like such fun.  They did have to fish a captain out of the water on one race, but the opportunity to participate was open to groups and individuals in the community.  Our county school system sent a team, and I do think this might be a fun thing to do sometime when they return.

Jonathan was very surprised that his kids were well behaved.  We had no problems.  Ira wanted to be carried back to the car, and he would not let Andy do it, but it wasn't a big deal. He was all about the bicycles and dogs -pointing them out everywhere.

Regan loved having the other kids around.  I think she liked the boats too.  She kept Wyatt in line, constantly telling him to stay with us:)

It was a tad chilly but otherwise a really nice day for the races.