Trip to Seattle...

As I type, my Tristin and sweet friend, Brother Murphy, are in Washington picking up my Great Grandmother's piano for me. Tristin is hanging out with my family at a cabin near the lake while Rich is hanging out his sister who also lives in the area. Later tonight they will swing by my brother's house to retrieve the piano and haul it home! Tristin is having so much fun there all by himself. I knew it would be good for him to get away and feel like a grown up. Brother Murphy is amazing and offered to drive over with his truck and help us out. After hours on the phone with U haul and the dealership, searching the internet, hearing and reading conflicting info and debating weather or not our vechile would/could/should make the trip- he offered to do it for us and spare the possibility of us being stranded along the mountain pass with 5 kids and a piano. I cannot thank him enough for his amazing heart. Thank you dear friend,Just get back safe to me boys...

Wrapping it up...

It's official, school starts in 1 more week and I am wild with fear about Middle school, extremely nervous, Excited for Daisy, secretely pleading with the Lord Grace will not be bored, and a tiny tiny thrilled for a few quiet hours with my little ones! The entire Summer I told myself- dont be one of those Mom's who wishes school would start so they can ship their kids off and have less responsibility, but now after a super long, crazy hard Summer- I am kind of ready for the next chapter- that chapter being school to start again! It's always a little bitter sweet because although I thrive off of structure, schedules and strict bed times, I kind of enjoy 12 weeks of chilling out a tiny bit and getting to sleep in 5 minutes longer myself! I registered Tristin for Middle school this morning and it felt so weird. I spoke with a teacher that calmed my anxiety a tad bit by telling me all the 6th graders have their own "wing" and kind of stayed there most the time. It made me feel like he would be in some kind of protective bubble that I dream so much of! I'm just scared. What if I didn't teach him enough about respect, how to treat the ladies, how to say please and thank you, how to love himself enough to say no to peer pressure, to speak kind words, that bullying hurts people, that being cool really means staying close to to Heavenly Father and that his choices will direct his life? What if I still have more to teach him and it's too late? Darn it, I don't want him to grow up yet. I don't want the exposure. I just want my little man wearing Hulk pj's and smashing his hands together and trying to turn his face green in the grocery store- back. I want my little man, and he is no longer that...