Aunt Ashlee's Wedding

Blogging right now seems, as so many things in my life, like another daunting task hanging over my head that I just can't keep up with. Since I graduated last Spring, I no longer have school as an excuse, which is something I actually did follow through with (even if it was 11 years after high school). But before I begin the dreadful updating process, I want to share yet another example of me falling just short of sub-par - but really, I'm okay with it - I have accepted me for who I am :). My mother-in-law insisted that I share this story on my blog. I think it deserves it's own separate entry, so, if you are in need of a little validation for those times when the disgrace is too much to bare, please read on. On the other hand, if you have never showed up to a class an hour late, having no clue you're late and looking at everyone else like they are all crazy for getting started before it was time, or taken your child to a dance class that is 3 years younger than her, or showed up completely unprepared for a class, meeting, or other important event, or gone to court for a ticket and when asked by the court clerk if you were doing school (meaning defensive driving), replied "no I just graduated", or anything that makes you want to run and hide, then, please do us both a favor and stop reading now.

The meaning of "soccer mom"

It was the first night of baseball, not only of the season, but EVER for Aston and for me as a mom. The coach had called us and explained that we would be meeting Wednesday night to throw the ball around a little and to talk about all of the important things like meetings days and times, parent treat sign-ups, and things like that. He said that we could bring a ball and glove and a bat, if we had one. So, of course, in my inexperienced, amateur mind, I saw this as much like the "meet the teacher night" at school. I didn't need to go and get everything before hand to find out that night that I was all wrong and have to go back and get all new things. I was pretty impressed with myself that we already had a baseball glove and ball, so we brought it. As soon as I got there, I knew something wasn't right. Aston walked up to one of the boys on the team and his glove looked like a miniature nick-nack version of the other boy's glove. And then I looked at the parents. Apparently I totally missed the meeting that said - ' Come with as much stuff as you would take on a camping trip'. Holy COW! Seriously, these people are professional baseball parents. I'm looking around and people had their entire dinners with them, blankets, chairs, umbrellas to shade them, water, Gatorade, snacks, dessert, toys for their other kids, and I cant even recall what else. So here I am, with my purse, and Aston with his toddler's baseball glove and a styrofoam ball. So, I started playing my options through in my head: I can run to the store and buy some serious equipment and then come back prepared, I can hide over by the picnic benches until it's over, or I can just drop him off and leave until it's over - seriously, no one will know we weren't there, accept of course for Aston. Then I realized I was stuck. So, again, I did what anyone would do in the situation. I plopped down in the grass and dug down into the bottom of my purse and found a bag of fruit snacks that were melted together and and pulled it out for my kids. It's pretty sad when I handed those to Jaidyn and you would think I had given her a slice of freshly baked cake. She lit up and tore open the package and she and Roan began yanking the fruit snacks out of their package like they were pulling old gum off of the concrete. It was quite a site. But, all of this wasn't disgrace enough. No, there was a dad sitting next to me, who, he later told me that,had prepared all by himself with all of the amenities listed above - trying to be so kind and offer these poor peasant children some real food. I just wanted to say "I have enough shame, keep your food to yourself". But I didn't. As my ravenous children were shredding apart the fruits snacks like wild animals, he pulled out his ziplock bags of crackers and fruitsnacks (that weren't glued together) and cookies and laid them out for my kids and I to admire and drive the disgrace a little deeper. I made some lame joke about my not being prepared and wasn't really expecting it to be like this. Then I asked him if he had been doing this sports thing for a long time with his kids. Again, he had to drive that knife little deeper and responded "No, my wife told me to be prepared with snacks and drinks, so this is what I did". Why couldn't he have just said "yes"? There are few times in life that I am completely open to being lied to and I will tell you this was one of those times. I don't think I ever understood the meaning of soccer mom until that night. It should actually be called "soccer parents" or even better "I'm more prepared than you - parents". I sat there for the rest of the practice, which by the way took the whole hour, smacking the bugs off of our skin and trying to keep my kids happy while everyone around us sat on their thrones eating, relaxing, and watching their kids. I will never again come to a sports game without my camping and sports-preparedness gear. In fact, the next night we had practice and I will tell you I was prepared. I had my beach chair and a blanket and food to spare. :)

First Day of school 2011

Cruise to the Bahamas

Ryan turned 30 this year and I decided to step out of my comfort zone and surprise him with a cruise to the Bahamas - Good idea, right? That's what I thought. It was going quite well the first day and the first part of the second, until we were in a wreck driving a scooter around town. We were going about 45 miles an hour and a bus with not tail lights cut in front of us and stopped in the middle of a 45 mph road. Ryan did the best he could and laid the bike down and we slid under the bus. We ended up pretty banged up, but considering the accident, we're happy to be alive. Ryan skinned up his leg and foot so bad, that the doctor was considering skin grafts. Right now he is walking around in a boot. I broke my arm and had surgery on it where they put in two screws and wrapped the bone in a cable wire. I'll have another surgery in 6 months to have them removed. It was a 30th birthday to remember. I can honestly say I tried stepping out of my comfort zone to plan this. . . check. I don't think I need to do that ever again.

It's been so wonderful to know that we have such a great support system around us. We have had so many dinners, visitors checking in on us, people stopping by to throw in a load of laundry or clean something, and many phone calls checking in with us to see if we are okay and need anything. Thank you to all of you sweet people. We are so blessed to have you in our lives.

Again, we are grateful to be home with our kids again. Now for the long healing process.

And, I will post some pictures when I get around to it.

Time to update?

I stumbled upon my blog this morning and noticed that the last post was Roan's second birthday. That was December of last year, wow has time flown by. I will be updating the last year again soon. I am making a commitment to myself right here and now. I FINALLY graduate this year and these are things that I will be recommitting to do better at with all of my extra time:
- being a mom
- being a friend
- smiling more often
- happiness
- cooking and baking
- reading
- sewing
- kid's activities
- scrapbooking
- posting to my blog
- just enjoying the moments more often

I hope to be held to some of these. Especially the last one.

A little update on our life circumstances: We moved to Gilbert, AZ a few months ago - we finally converted as Melinda said. The kids started school and they are loving it. Their teachers are both very sweet and the school is wonderful. Both of them are doing extremely well and I'm so proud of them. Jaidyn is still obsessed with reading and Aston is loving learning. He's picking it up so fast. Every day I ask how their day was and they say "It was a green light day" then I usually reply with "Yes but how was YOUR day?". But I'm very happy about their 'green light day's' all the time.

More blog entries to come. . .

Crazy hair day

Can't forget little Roan's second birthday

I'm realizing that I'm not the only one that blogs once every 6 months to year. That's good to know. It really wouldn't change anything though! :) So, I have a few posts left to get me up to date:

For Roan's second birthday, we kept it nice and simple, yet something we knew he would absolutely LOVE. "Too too wains" otherwise known as "Choo choo trains". He was in heaven at the train park with his cousins. He Aston had fun playing on the equipment until his cousins arrived and joinced the fun. After I got there with lunch and cup cakes, of course we all had to take one ride on the train. It was perfect weather and lots of fun.

Jaidyn loved feeding the ducks -?-or tricking them into thinking they were being fed. And some awsome shots captured of her "bouncy" personality thanks to her daddy.

Roan's battle wound

Roan had a little accident yesterday. He slipped and fell while splashing in the fountain water at Tempe Market Place and did a pretty good number on his eye. 8 stitches, to be exact. OUCH!! Poor baby. I'm just hoping for two things: the scar won't be too bad (both physically and emotionally) and my guilt will subside.

Recap of 2009. . .

Thank you Todd and Nancy

Mwa. We love you.

Watch in sequence. . .

Mmm frosting. . .

Girls Chorus Christmas performance

Thanksgiving weekend hike

Roan's hiding spot