Giving

This past Sunday we celebrated Kendall's Baptism. It was such as joyous occassion. I was joking with Michael and told him that the first time Kendall was wearing a long white dress we were giving her to the Lord, but the next time we will be giving her away to some crazy man.

By the time service was over and we were taking pictures she had fallen asleep. She was so tired, and still trying to get over an ear infection. But she still truly looked like an angel in my arms.

School Projects

Who out there loves them? Not I! And I have been inundated with them over the past two weeks, and all from one child. Georgia Day is coming and this is always a big event at my children's school. For Georgia Day this year Colin had to make a pillow, and write a report, and create a scrapbook. On top of Georgia Day he also has a biography book report a cereal box project due on next Monday, and if that was not enough, this past Tuesday was the 100th day of school and we had to create a shirt with 100 items on it for him to wear over his uniform. All of this on top of his regular work. Crazy.....

Philosophy

I read a saying yesterday that I think could do us all a world of good sometimes, and I especially hope that my children will keep it in mind as they grow up. I loved it.

"Don't take yourself so seriously, no one else does"....

Baby it's cold...

Outside! But I am feeling warm on the inside. I got news today that has the potential to be great. I do not want to jinx it, but I am so excited I am overflowing with joy. It was one of those things that truly makes me beleive in fate.

Macho

Last night as I was in the kitchen cooking dinner Cathy walked in from basketball practice. I noticed she was favoring her arm, so I asked her what had happened. She told me that she had fallen at practice. When Michael walked in I then asked him because he had gone to practice with her. Michael said she was running down the court to shoot a layup and that another girl was running right with her and at the last minute got in front of her which in turn tripped Cat and she fell, HARD. She was not able to catch herself or brace for the fall. Can I say FOUL? Well her coach did as well and she got two free throws. However her whole left knee is a big blue bruise, her left hip and elbow are bruised badly and her right knee is scraped.

She was telling us last night that it hurt, (which I can imagine it does), when her daddy told her to "toughen up", "that's part of basketball". I know it is part of basketball and I know it can be a tough sport. But she is a twelve year old little girl and it is okay to tell us that her bruises hurt. I think he forgets sometimes as tough as she is she is still a little girl, not a boy and she does not have to act like a macho man.... ;)

Getting back into the swing

Well back to reality this week... The kids went back to school and after a week off Michael and I both went back to work. This is also the week that Kendall began daycare. The first day was REALLY bad. Kendall and I both cried all day and by the time I got home my eyes hurt and I was totally drained, both emotionally and physically. Yesterday was better for both of us, and when I dropped her off this morning she did not cry so that made me feel much better. However, I am struggling to find my new routine. Now that I do not get to see her from 8:30-3:00 all I want to do is hold her, so when I have gotten home the past few evenings I have been a little slack with dinner and picking up the house.

I know I will find my new groove once we both get used to not being together during the day. But like I told Michael, I know I have been through this before and I know that she will be okay and well taken care of. I also know that I chose to work so that the kids could be in private school, which in turn means when they are little they must go to daycare. I know ALL of these things however it does not make it any easier....

Quarantine

It am running a sick bay at the Willoughby house these days. It started a couple weeks back with me. I had some sort of respiratory type bug that took my voice and made me feel awful for a few days, then went to Michael. Then Cody comes home last Thursday and tells me that " He doesn't feel well". I would say not, he ran a 103 degree fever for two days then poof he was fine. The only thing he complained of was his stomach hurting, but he never threw up or anything along those lines.

Then yesterday morning Colin awakens me around 4am with "Mama, my stomach hurts", and low and behold he has the fever. Colin did not fair as well as his brother and by lunch time yesterday he was vomiting, I am hoping it will be gone for him in 48 hours. Today my mama is at the house with him and the baby, a little bit ago she sends me a text saying that "Kendall feels warm" and upon taking her temperature discovers that she apparently has this bug as well. Where is the Lysol?! Uugh, Cat has mid-terms beginning tomorrow. Fingers crossed it does not make its way to her....