Tuesday, July 19, 2016

From 6 to 6th

Look at this little fella about to experience his first day of kindergarten, for the second time. I remember he picked out his outfit, he was a little anxious, and I cried a bucket of tears.

He was six years old and I dropped him off at school I knew nothing about, didn't know a soul, and then I went home and imagined horrible things. You know because that's what moms do, we imagine the worst. 



In all my horrible scenarios I never saw this. 


A well adjusted child who would soar. 


And ask me how glad my neurotic fears never came true. Just ask me.



SO GLAD. 


Pierce finished out his fifth grade year with straight A honor roll.


He's also in gifted and talented, but he really doesn't care about that. He was most proud that he finished the mile first in all of the fifth grade classes. Priorities mom!


From 6 to the 6th grade. 

My neurotic mom heart is happy. 


Monday, June 27, 2016

No more brace face

My little fella with his little fella teeth. 


My friends and I have discussed this many times, baby teeth are nice!



Straight and oh so white. 



But eventually they gots to go and make way for the big boy teeth.



Of course as his mother I always see cuteness



Without a doubt though, that mouth needed some work.



Around two years ago we began the process



That meant teeth pulling, spacers and all that hideousness. 



Then finally the first phase of braces. 



Mommy once again found this adorable.



It's so amazing how quickly the teeth move into place!



So here is an official before: Bless it, those teeth needed help



And official after.



Now we have a boy with a really confident, beautiful smile. All mom prejudice aside.


Now we take a breather for a hot minute and then start the whole process on Hope. But for now, no more brace face in the house.


Thursday, May 19, 2016

Turn it up for nine

Oh hey, remember me?

I do believe this is the longest I've ever gone between posts. Listen sister is busy, and the ol' blog life is generally last on the list. I apologize to you faithful readers (grandparents) and do vow to ATTEMPT to keep up once a week. ATTEMPT being the key word.

I left off with my little love note to my sweet Hopie poo in regards to being a big 9 year old now. Much has happened since that day, but first I must backtrack. You know the kids moan about my picture taking, yet they do love to look back and read about their little lives on this blog. That's why I keep on keeping on here.

So here goes..


Not a joke, Hope starts the countdown to her birthday in February.



We did some gifts here at home before we had something special planned. How cute is this I had made for her room??



She opened some gifts from her Meemaw and Grandpa..



Jewelry and a diary! Fun!


She wasn't excited or anything



Really how can you not be happy watching your kids get so pumped?



The thing she had been begging for for months? An iPod. In her words "not that shuffle kind, I want one I can hold like a phone." 



She's asked for a phone and we always say no, so she shot for this one...



And what do you know



Mommy and Daddy came through.  Oh happy day!


We decided to do a little thing with some of her friends



Hot mess excited



IS IT TIME? IS IT TIME?



YES IT IS



Bless it they are sweet little girls 



After a fun time jumping we headed back to the house for a slumber party 



I made sure to belt out Happy Birthday in a fashion that would mortify her


Mission accomplished.



Embarrassed or not I think she had one of the best nights of her life.




This freckled nine year old is worth it all.




Saturday, April 16, 2016

Nine!

Hope,

You've entered your last single digit age. NINE. Next year will be a big one, what with entering double digits and all. 



You know I get all tore up about you growing up, but it's also really fun experiencing it. 



I just love how much you enjoy talking! I can always count on you to jump into the car after school and fill me in on who did what and why. Everyone says those days are numbered so trust me I savor how much scoop you give me.




Your wit and comedic timing have really emerged this last year. Just the other day as we were sitting together on the couch you said "I have something to ask you mom, I think you will say no, but I say go big or go home, so here goes..."



You know if I'd let you, you'd wear a full face of makeup and high heels to school. You are all about fashion and being girly. Of course I don't let you, but I get it, I was just like that.



And it slays how much you enjoy shopping and not just for yourself. You will spend hours looking for something you think looks good on me. I mean it's just in your DNA.



You think about others, especially your brother. If we are together and you ask for a pack of gum, you always tell me to pick one up for Pierce too. If you take money to school for the sweet shop, you always leave back some to get some candy for Pierce. Just the other day you picked up an extra cookie, wrapped it in some tissue paper and had me hold it for nearly a day, just so you could give it to your brother.


You are also very protective of your friends. One day when filling me in on some school scoop, you let me know you told a certain someone that you would not put up with her unkind words about your friend. Even when she apologized, "that's not gonna cut it." Yeah, we had to discuss accepting an apology, but I couldn't help but be impressed at how quickly and fiercely you stood up for your friend.



You've even decided to keep sticking with running, even though you hate it. Why? YOUR FRIENDS ARE THERE.



You just have a way to make most everyone feel like your friend, me included. I mean I know you and I aren't supposed to really be friends, but sometimes we are buddies.


You laugh big



You love well


And you are just plain fun.




Happy Birthday to the girl who completed our family NINE years ago.


Love,

Momma