Timing

Timing is everything, so the saying goes. And it's not just essential for comics and Olympic athletes. Timing has the ability to make or break almost any situation.

Camryn breaking her leg the night before we are set to leave for my brother Matt's wedding was bad timing. The off chance that my mom, Cory, and his girlfriend Stephanie, were here at that exact moment was good timing.

Getting to Cincinnati around noon the day before the wedding was good timing.

Camryn sleeping through all the wedding pictures was bad timing.

Camryn napping just before the wedding so that she was in good spirits and cooperative while being pushed down the aisle by Kate was good timing.

Having my desktop crash JUST after I transferred all the wedding pictures was bad timing. Really bad timing.

So for now while I mourn the temporary loss of the most adorable pictures of my children ever you will have to put up with some random recent pictures from my laptop.




Will and I snuck in a game of Mouse Trap one afternoon before picking up the big kids while Cam napped. Good timing.

And if you think he's cute in this picture just wait until you see him in those wedding pictures. He was working that camera in a serious GQ way.

This has nothing to do with timing. This is just Kate's idea of the ultimate coordinating outfit for school.

Planting fall flowers in 80 degree heat just before the temps dropped was pretty good timing. Not to mention lots of fun for me and the girls.

Notice the lack of cast on Camryn. This was before the bad timing of breaking her leg.

Sacrafices

Our kids attend Charlotte Latin School. And because of this people assume we 'have money'. (What ever that term means: 'have money' ... but that's for another day.) It really is a pretty safe assumption. Private school is expensive. Latin ranks right up there as one of the most expensive schools in Charlotte. But us? We? We don't 'have money'. Sometimes Jon and I think we must be crazy to spend the money we do to have our kids learn essentially the same things they would in a FREE public school. I'm not going to defend our reasons today. Maybe someday, but not today. Today I'm going to tell you about how 'having money' to send your child (or children, like FOUR children) to private school and 'having money' are two different things. Some people have both. Good for them! We are not those people. We don't 'have money'. The reason we don't 'have money' is because we DO send our kids to private school.

For example. There is no picture with this post. My Nikon is still not working. It's been over a year now and I'm just beyond frustrated and sad about it. So why not just run out and get that D90 you ask? Because we send our kids to Latin. And we must pay for them to go there.

All of my photos are now (and have been for a long time) shot on a point and shoot Cannon that was hand-me-downed (you know what I mean) from Jon's brother, after my Cannon's screen died. If we didn't send our kids to Latin I would have run right out after my screen died and replace my Cannon. Heck I'd have a new Cannon AND a new Nikon. And a BMW M5 for that matter. (.... mmm me love me a M5...)
Oh, sorry, got distracted there for a minute ... ANYWAY.

I haven't had my hair professionally cut since last fall. Colored. HA! I wish. No more $200 dollar salon sessions for me. I'm shopping target with a coupon to 'wash this grey right out of my hair'.

Even as I type on my laptop, that is SIX YEARS OLD, I am reminded of what we as parents must give up in order to send our kids to private school. This laptop WAS being held together with duct tape, but now is in two pieces, so really it's become a desk top. Screen propped up against the wall while I type on the really weird keyboard. It's great fun.

My running shoes have over 600 miles on them. (You are supposed to replace them every 300 or so.)

I haven't had a manicure or pedicure in way too long.

Shoe shopping went out when with the inflated real estate prices.

I am the nanny, the cook, the maid, the taxi, the tutor, the landscaper, the laundress, the dog walker, the bedtime story reader, the bill payer, the floor washer, the boo-boo kisser, the girlfriend and the wife.

So the next time you see me in my tattered running shoes, with my drugstore dyed hair, chipped nails and food all over the shirt that reads "Because my kids go to Latin" ... you'll know what it means.

But you know what? I wouldn't change a single thing. And that means a lot from someone who doesn't really agree with traditional education (which Latin is).

And I don't write this for sympathy or sainthood. It's merely the truth. So when my kids ask me "Why can't I have a ds?" I have no problem saying "Because you go to Latin that's why."

Eleven Years and Counting

Thanks again to my wonderful Mom, Jon and I were able to steal away for two days to enjoy some peace and quiet of Blowing Rock and celebrate our 11th year as an old married couple. Here I am on the actual Blowing Rock. The rain that came the next day was on it's way in at this time. Those mountains are always smokey, but they were really smokey that day.

On our way to a really disappointing dinner at Storie Street Grille. I was so excited to eat at this restaurant. The menu lists all the local farms they use. All organic, grass fed beef, organic free range chicken. Organic local fruit and veggies. I couldn't have been more excited. While the food may have been good quality, it was poorly prepared. I need to right the owner a letter ... they have a great thing going, they just need to hire a chef who knows what they are doing!

We didn't let dinner spoil our time away though. Chetola resort where we stayed was beautiful. Here is the lake at sunset. The entire town of Blowing Rock sits on the ridge of a mountain. I love everything about it. I could live there. In the summer, for about a month. Thats about as long as I could make it without Starbucks. Or Target.

Here's the main lodge and restaurant at Chetola. And while our dinner at Storie Street Grille was a downer, our lunch here was fantastic. Next time you are in Blowing Rock, check out the Manor Restaurant. You will not be disappointed. Or hungry for hours.

We drove along the Blue Ridge Parkway for a bit and stopped here at the Cone Mansion. Thousands of acres of hiking, biking, horseback riding trails complete with a stocked lake and a gorgeous mansion.

Can you see the refection of the Cone Mansion in my sun glasses? It was beyond beautiful. Oh, and aren't we cute?!

My cowboy. Okay, so Jon's not the cowboy type. Horse riding and cow wrangling are not his thing, but he looks pretty darn cute in the hat. He drew the line at the chaps.

They don't call it Blowing Rock for nothin'!

Ah, mountain air. Gosh I love this planet.

Happy Anniversary to us. Love you baby, there's no one I'd rather be on this crazy ride with than you. Here's to many, many more years.

Thanks again mom. What would we do with out you? No, don't answer that. Can't even think about that!

Finally!

It started last year before he turned three years old:



"Mommy, me pay occer?"



"You can play soccer next year buddy"



"Okay."



And the next day we would have the same conversation. Followed by the same conversation the day after that. And so on and so forth.



Well the day has come and Will gets to play soccer at the Y. He's been practicing for over a year now, putting us all to shame as he ran circle around us, through us and over us. The boy loves soccer. Just look at that tongue out in concentration! (He gets that from Jon. And it still makes me laugh to this day to see the faces Jon makes when he's cooking up a storm in the kitchen or building legos with the kids. I love it!)

Will had fun but took his practice very seriously. He was a little disappointed when he didn't get a jersey or play a real game. At his age soccer is really a skills clinic. Will wants to play on a team, with big nets and officials with whistles. Baby steps little man, baby steps.

But you can mark my words, this boy will be an athlete. He LOVES sports. Wants to play all of them, watch them all, understand everything about every one of them. A few days ago he comes shuffling downstairs rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawns ...

"Mommy, guess what I dreamed 'bout?"

"What baby?"

"Soccer!"

Regret

My best friend is leaving Charlotte. In about a week. There is a part of me that just wants to grab her and cry and tell her she can't go.

Don't leave! You can't me leave me here with all these kids! What will I do without you?

But then another part of me says it doesn't matter where she is.

No matter how far away you are, you will always remain a true and active friend in my life. A couple hundred miles? Pah! Just try me. I love you for who you are, not where you are. Do you really think moving away will get rid of me? Not a chance. I'm stubborn. Plus now I have a great excuse to kiss my family goodbye, blow this town, jump on an airplane and come visit you. I ain't afraid of no snow.

But there is one thing I can't shake as I think back to all the memories through all these years. I met Liza on a group date night with Ryan Homes in the fall of 1998. I remember the night like it was yesterday, but I have no pictures to show for it. I remember visiting her three days after she gave birth to her first child. SHE made ME dinner! But I have no pictures to show for it. There have been hundreds of times we've just hung out. Thousands of glasses of wine, and even more laughs. There have been tears. And even miles covered (how in the world did I ever get her to start running??). Yet I have no pictures. I have the memories in my heart, but no pictures in my hands.

As a mom I am aware of how fast my children grow and change. They are photographed almost daily. Yet when it comes to MY life, to MY friends, well, I regret I haven't been as diligent. It's not that I will ever forget those times. I just wish I had a way of preserving them forever. For everyone. Friendship deserves to be documented. It deserves to be shown off and displayed. It deserves to be preserved and used as an example. Do me a favor, pick up that camera and take picture of ALL the people around you. You never know when they are going to get up and leave.

Date Night

Jon and I took our eldest on a date last weekend. We started off with a nice romantic meal at JoJo's China Bistro and then by some strange force of nature we ended up at Zuma Fun Park. That's what happens when you date an eight year old. Everything starts out nice and sweet as you play footsie over shrimp rolls and chat about the latest discoveries in second grade. He sips his Shirley Temple, you down your Cosmo ... and before you know it your at some place you would never agree to go to if it were discussed ahead of time.

But then that adorable boy gets into a go-cart for the first time and giggles with such passion that you can't help but smile.

His giggles turn to serious race car driving as he starts passing other drivers. Then you giggle and realize taking your eight year old on a date is all about him and spending time doing what he wants to do with his two biggest fans looking on. (I did go on to beat him in mini-golf so the night wasn't a complete waste of time).

Ben had a blast. And we thoroughly enjoyed spending the evening with our growing boy.
As the kids get older we are trying to spend more one-on-one time with them. It's not easy to make that time but it is so very important. For all of us.

Will's First Day of Fours.

Will started his second year of preschool today. I've loved having him home for the last couple of days while Ben and Kate were at school, but he's been chomping at the bit to get back to 'school'.
Jon showed up at the preschool to help Will kick off his year the right way. I will stand by this statement always: Jon is the best Dad any kid could ask for. Will was so excited when we pulled into the parking lot and saw Daddy's car. Way to go Jon! Once again you have shown our kids where your priorities lie. They will always know that what they were doing every day was just as important to you as what you were doing everyday. Someday they will realize this and thank you, until then, I will have to say it. Thank you for being such a fantastic Dad!

Will is going to go to preschool four mornings a week this year. I will miss him but have a feeling he's going to have a wonderful year in Ms. Cecily's class.

Here is Ms. Cecily reading to Wesley as Will looks on. Will knows almost all the kids in his class this year, including his buddy Wesley. Will and Wesley have know each other since before birth. I love seeing how much they have grown and changed together over the past four years and I'm so excited they are in class together this year!

One of the best parts of being back at school? The hill! Will LOVES 'the hill' outside his school and must roll down it everyday before getting into the car. Oh, to be four again.

Here is Will with the totebag he decorated with Ms. Cecliy last week when she came for our home visit. I love that the teachers at Providence come to each child's house. What a great way to start a great year!!