tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74029503965978328242024-03-12T20:36:22.487-05:00The Professional MotherThe musings of a full-time lawyer, part-time mother.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.comBlogger1523125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-91708052597034531992017-01-09T10:29:00.001-06:002017-01-09T10:29:14.961-06:00One week in!One of my other resolutions this year was to cut back on alcohol so I joined this group called One Year No Beer. Umm...yeah, I've made it a week, but we'll see if I make the first 30-day milestone.<br />
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Also on the agenda - bikini body. It's been a rough week. Down two pounds, and I'm sure I should be thrilled, but damn it, I just want to be thin right now without all that work!<br />
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Anyway, we are fully back into the grind. Luke is already forgetting his homework. Evie starts back to choir tomorrow. We all have piano lessons today (me included!). Luke is back in band sectionals. I had no idea what sectionals were until this year, so hats off to my band friends. And soccer starts up for George this Thursday (not that we took a break because he continued playing indoor soccer during the break).<br />
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I'm exhausted already. Why do I do this? Sometimes I think it would be easier if I went back to work and just told the kids they didn't get to participate in activities. After all, other kids do that. I wonder what the long term effects of non participation are. I didn't participate in things as a kid. As the youngest of 6 with two working parents, it just wasn't an option. It wasn't until high school that I got involved - all of my own desire. No one pushed me to do anything. I hope my kids will get to that point. Maybe I should stop pushing them so they can find their own motivation. Thoughts? I certainly don't have the answers.<br />
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Happy week, friends!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-31197207528909825752017-01-04T08:06:00.000-06:002017-01-04T08:06:14.244-06:00New Year 2017 Cheers!Life is moving with the speed of the Millennium Falcon. I think there have been TWO Star Wars movies that were released since I last posted here. My kids have grown, they've made friends, they've had birthdays, they've complained and laughed, they've traveled. Its been a crazy year and a half, and here we are. Still happy. Still working through the daily rigors of childhood. Still blessed beyond imagination.<br />
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So, I'll pick up here in the new year. I didn't intend for this to be a new year's resolution, but perhaps that is the exact label it needs to light a fire under my ass. I've missed it. And I've missed you.<br />
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So, here I am. I am home.<br />
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Happy New Year! Hope you all are wonderful! I've made some wonderful resolutions this year and they are really just an all-around effort to be a better person:<br />
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1. Get bikini ready - Seriously! I was in Target this weekend and they already had swimsuits out!<br />
2. Read the entire bible. Utilizing an app called the Bible App to do this. It requires less than 15 minutes of reading each day. I'm starting at the beginning and have high hopes for this year.<br />
3. Write, write, write! I want to finish that book this year. This. Is. The. YEAR!!!<br />
4. Reduce my alcohol consumption. Don't get me wrong; I love drinking, and I really love wine. Unfortunately, I need a break and I think that will help with Resolution No. 1.<br />
5. Save money and live on a better budget. To me, this is a lot like dieting. If I'm not counting calories, then I'm going crazy. If I'm not watching my budget, then I'm spending willy nilly.<br />
6. Get the kids to each more fruits and vegetables. Ugh. This might be the most difficult, but luckily they are finally at an age where it isn't like pulling teeth just to get them to try new foods.<br />
7. Reduce restaurants. Lordy! We spend sooooo much money on restaurants and it's just plain stupid. I hate dishes, but I love cooking so at least I'll enjoy half of this new habit.<br />
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No? No one there? Ha! I'm sure that's right. Well, no one may be reading this, but I'll be back soon!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-61117059074585301842015-10-06T08:47:00.002-05:002015-10-06T08:47:55.569-05:00Because I'm happy!Oh my goodness! Have you ever looked up and realized you are perfectly happy? And then promptly freaked out because something is surely about to go horribly wrong???? Yes, I guess I am a pessimist, but right now I am ridiculously happy!<br />
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The kids are in school and doing well. Luke and George love soccer. Evie has joined choir and loves it. She has a best friend here named Kelsey. Luke and George have friends too. Evie has straight As. Luke has As and Bs. I have no idea what G's grades are yet.<br />
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The house is beautiful. The weather is currently beautiful. Everyone is healthy and happy. I just can't stand how wonderful it is. And now we have this new sweet puppy added to our family. I am beyond happy. He's my birthday present and he's all mine. So far, we think we've decided on the name Francis (aka Frank). He's a chiweenie and he's approximately 10 weeks old. He's ridiculously cute, which is a good thing since he's still having accidents in the house.<br />
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Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-50437806245027471392015-09-23T09:08:00.000-05:002015-09-23T09:08:07.693-05:00Double Digits!And time continues to fly by. My sweet little baby girl turned 10 two days ago. How is that even possible???? Craziness. She's grown up so much and she is so funny and smart. I can't stand how awesome she is. She didn't have a party because, well, it's hard to do that when all of her close friends are in Fort Worth and not here in our new surroundings. Lucky for her, we overcompensated. We surprised her on Sunday after church with a special present - a new American Girl doll named Maryellen and a matching dress. After that, we took her (and the boys) to the American Girl store and bistro. She loved it! And she loved the food (which is maybe more surprising!)<br />
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<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-14247837877049138202015-09-10T11:03:00.001-05:002015-09-10T11:03:12.699-05:00What's that smell?It's the strangest sensation to walk my children to school and be taken back in time to the days when I was going to school here. I feel like I've been transported in time like one of those movies - Peggy Sue Got Married or whatever other movie does that sort of thing. The smell of the cut grass carried through the humid air and baking under the hot sun is the most peculiar yet distinct scent and it takes me back to days on the practice fields behind my school where I practiced drill team routines for hours, getting ready for the Friday night game. <br />
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I'll admit that high school isn't something I talk about a lot. I mean, the people who talk about high school are promptly met with a badly sung rendition of "Glory Days" in most cases. But, I'm not talking about high school, but more the undeniable scent of my hometown. It's amazing. I don't think I even knew it had a scent until I came back and smelled it. Of course, I could do without the tinge of cow manure, but I guess it wouldn't be the same without it. And the farms are close. In fact, this is a picture of a "farm" just outside our neighborhood.<br />
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There's a Friday night football game this week at the high school Luke is going to attend, and I'm tempted to go and unleash a flood of memories. What do you think? Should I do it?<br />
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I'll tell you that it will never be the same. That old saying, "You can never go home" is absolutely correct. Often times I look around this place and feel like I've been transported through time just like Back to the Future: Part II. It's really weird. I really am in 2015 and returning to my hometown in the future. I'll say it again: It's really weird. Luckily, my hometown isn't quite the mess that Hill Valley is in the movie, but there are new stores built up all over, and old, foundational stores and restaurants that are shut down. I can't describe the sensation.<br />
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Just to add some color to this post, here we are walking home from school!<br />
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Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-5124341791495956662015-09-05T22:35:00.002-05:002015-09-05T22:35:40.837-05:00Oh the joys of parenthood! And I'm serious this time.There are some moments of parenthood that you simply cannot possibly recreate and when they happen you will never ever forget them. One such event happened this week and it was an absolutely precious doozy!<br />
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I had sent the kids up to bed and then Luke showed up downstairs. I put on my mean-mom-face and asked, "What are you doing?"<br />
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He responded, "Uh, I was going to bed, but Evie is upstairs crying."<br />
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Of course, I asked why and he told me what had happened. Although I was skeptical, I went on up just to see for myself, and this is what I saw...<br />
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If you're a girl, I promise this has happened to you at some point in your life. And if not, then please don't mention it and so the rest of all of us mortals won't feel bad about our inadequacies. This definitely happened to me, but (embarrassingly) it happened after I was married but before I had kids. I'm ashamed to admit that I was probably 20 years old when I tangled my hair up in a brush. I've officially dubbed this incident the "Comb Catastrophe." Pure awesomeness!</div>
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I convinced her (while I suppressed my laughter) that we should take a picture so that she could laugh about it afterward. I'm not sure how I got her to agree to this through the tears and embarrassment, but she did, so I took that awesome picture. Definitely winning Mother of the Year for this one! And then I spent the next ten minutes gently unwinding and untangling her hair from a pink comb. I asked her why she had felt the need to comb her hair in bed when she was supposed to be sleeping. Of course, she gave me a completely reasonable answer (one that I would have probably given when I was a kid) by just shrugging her shoulders and saying, "Because I wanted to." She was patient and sweet. And I was finally able to get her to stop crying when I explained that she should have come to me as soon as it got tangled so I could help her. After all, this is my job as her mother. I mean, really! This is the shit I actually pictured myself doing when I thought about becoming a parent. I'll admit there was a lot of stuff I would have never expected, but this was actually on my list for taking care of a little girl! I also used this as a bigger teachable moment. The point is that she has to be able to come to me with all of her problems even when they are embarrassing or when she thinks she's going to get in trouble. I really emphasized this to her, jumping all the way into the future for examples such as when she wrecks the car, or she gets in trouble at school. It was one of those parenting moments that felt like an after school special or a Punky Brewster episode. It was awesome. And eventually, I freed all the hair from the comb and she looked like this.</div>
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She is awesome! She has allowed me to fulfill one of my expectations of motherhood. What a blessing she is. Now let's hope she calls me when she gets arrested!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-63961408071584121002015-09-02T20:48:00.001-05:002015-09-02T20:48:21.596-05:00ImpressedTonight when I was tucking in my little angels/devils, the kids asked me to sing. To be honest, I'm not a great singer, but I'm okay. Chuck likes to make fun of my key changes, but whatever. I can hold my own at church anyway. So I decided to tackle Somewhere Over the Rainbow with my mediocre voice and vocal range. Yeah, I'm awesome. <br />
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Anyway, this is totally not the point of this story so I'll get on with it. George wanted a different song (no surprise there). I asked him what he wanted to hear and Evie had come into the room to listen too. He said they heard a new song in music today. He sang me a song about seesaws yesterday, so I was interested to hear today's song. He mentioned a song called Sing, Sing, Sing and Evie got all excited because apparently she had heard it to. <br />
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She started to explain, "Mom! It's called Sing, Sing, Sing and it's on YouTube." <br />
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George interrupted to say, "it's by Louis Prima." Needless to say, my head whipped around to face him with shock in my eyes.<br />
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I asked incredulously, "You know who <i>sings</i> the song?!" <br />
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Evie piped in again, "He doesn't <i>sing</i> it; it's all instrumentals." My head whipped back to her as my mind processed the fact that she had just used the word "instrumentals". I mean, seriously, I'm really impressed. Can't wait to meet this music teacher!<br />
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The kids suggested that I Google "Sing, Sing, Sing by Louis Prima" so that I could hear the song. Of course, it was the second thing I did after they went to bed (first on the list was filling my empty wine glass).<br />
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Like, super duper weird.<br />
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G fell asleep first.<br />
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After warm milk, Evie fell asleep next.<br />
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Luke needed some lavender oil in addition to the warm milk, but it still took awhile for him to fall asleep.<br />
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The pets are also awake. Dammit.<br />
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And Chuck? Yeah . . . definitely asleep.<br />
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The days are filled with unpacking boxes -- lots and lots of boxes. At the end of each day my feet are killing me! And I ordered some new tennis shoes last week, but I accidentally had them delivered to my old address. Oops. I guess I'll figure that out later today when the rest of the world is awake.<br />
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And here is a picture of Luke at a new restaurant we discovered last weekend called Seasons Harvest Cafe. It is literally out in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by cow pastures. The family that runs it is totally granola, but I loved the food! It was a bit weird when the chicken was wandering around our tables on the patio, and even weirder when the rooster chased down Luke and weirder still when I found George playing in the composite heap . . . seriously. Still, I'd love to go back soon! And I really love the genuine smile on Luke's face in this picture!<br />
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Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-82915511001800583132015-09-01T09:33:00.000-05:002015-09-01T09:33:04.367-05:00Dear Friend...<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
<i><b>Remember my pen-pal in Alaska named Maxine? Well, here's my letter to her (and to you!).</b></i></div>
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September 1, 2015<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dear
Maxine,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here I am writing this long-overdue letter to you from my
mother’s home in Spring, Texas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It may
come as a surprise to you (mostly because I’m only just now telling you or
because, like me, you never imagined that this could happen), but Chuck and I
have relocated along with our three kids to Spring, Texas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you gasp?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I did. Several times, in fact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Isn’t it bizarre?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to admit
that never in all my years of marriage did I ever foresee that we would live in
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Spring</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course, God has his own way of surprising
us at every turn, so I don’t know why I’m continually taken aback by the twists
and turns in life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of course, I guess you’re probably wondering what led us
here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Frankly, so am I, but when I think
about it and tell people it all sounds quite reasonable and normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nonetheless, it feels anything but normal in
my shoes these days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The process all
began very late in the school year—maybe April or May.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chuck was receiving calls from multiple
headhunters and the opportunities just seemed to be falling in his lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s no secret that the last couple of years
have been a bit rough and led to some drastic changes in our life plans and
career plans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still, we were okay just
chugging along in our Fort Worth home of over 10 years, but one opportunity was
just too good to pass up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we took
it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, Chuck took it anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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He was offered a position with a large bank to be in charge
of something to do with all of their auto finance across the country (forgive
me for my lack of specificity, but I still have no idea what he does on a
day-to-day basis…it’s seriously above my head).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The catch was that bank's United States headquarters are located in
Houston, Texas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Specifically, near the
Galleria if you know where that is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Honestly, I’ve only been there a handful of times in my life and would
have to get directions just to go have lunch with my husband!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyway, the bottom line is that he <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">loves</i> his new job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a huge culture change and very different
from working in subprime auto finance as he had been for the last 15 years
(although it can’t be too different since it’s obviously still auto finance
overall).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nonetheless, he’s embraced it
and is quite complimentary of all his co-workers, which I think is lovely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are all very excited for him!<o:p></o:p></div>
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On the other hand, we all gave up quite a bit after 17 years
of making Fort Worth our home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
basically left all the social circles I had enjoyed over the years, including
my friends from college, law school, the legal community, junior woman’s club,
various charities, my book club, and all the kids’ schools.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, some of our closest friends threw us
the most amazing going-away party!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was like saying goodbye to our family.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Moving wasn’t actually a difficult decision to make.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was logical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chuck was offered a better job in a city
where we would be closer to family and better able to provide for our family. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would actually be selfish parents if we had
turned down this amazing opportunity. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lucky
for us, things seemed to fall into place as soon as we made the decision.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our house sold before it was really even on
the market.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We found a house in Spring
that fits our family perfectly and is in the right school district and is super
close to my mother—the person our children adore and will feel most comfortable
with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And even though we aren’t quite in
our house yet and school has started, my mother has generously invited us—<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all
of us</i></b>—into her home indefinitely. And just to be clear, “all of us”
includes, my two dogs, two cats, two hermit crabs, one fish, three kids, one
husband, and loads of suitcases and boxes that didn’t quite make it on the
moving truck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s a saint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Period. Lucky for us, we move into our house
today!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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At this point, we are still just waiting on our things to
arrive and for some final finishing touches to be put on the house, but we are
planning to sleep there tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
really is quite beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never
imagined I would live in this neighborhood when I was growing up, so it’s kind
of like achieving a childhood dream to live there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course, I no longer look at everything
with the eyes of an awed child anymore, so it’s different than I thought it
would be in almost every way. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For
example, when I was younger I never noticed how meticulous the landscaping was
in this neighborhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As an adult, I’ve
caught myself thinking, “How will I ever keep my yard looking as nice as all
the neighbors??<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How much does a
landscaper cost?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How long will it take
to mow this large yard with our tiny push-mower?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know it’s weird, but those are my
thoughts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So adult, right? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When did that happen?!<o:p></o:p></div>
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With all that said, we are loving the idea of having a “new”
house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The constant repairs and creaks
in the 1942 Fort Worth house were no longer as quaint as I had perceived them
to be ten years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m ready for
something that’s a little “newer” (as in built in 1993).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The windows in this house weren’t installed
during World War II, and I’m very grateful for the advances in insulation, and
an A/C system that wasn’t inefficiently retrofit into my house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, the kids each get their own room with a
spare room available for guests.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have
a pool and a spa, a huge kitchen, and a three-car garage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Huh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
just realized how suburban I sound!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But,
in all honesty, that’s what we have become—suburban.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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For years we rejected the Fort Worth suburbs, not because
there is anything wrong with them, but rather because we <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">loved</i> being in the middle of everything—the zoo across the street,
amazing museums and restaurants just minutes away, a well-established and
award-winning elementary school in a tree-lined neighborhood, a hop skip and a
jump from downtown, the art district, and the historic stockyards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How could I possibly give all of that up? Not
to mention all of our friends?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sigh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was hard, and yet so easy at the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the right decision for Chuck and our
family, but we all miss it so much already.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We moved down here almost three weeks ago after we closed on our Fort
Worth house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We finally closed on our
house in Spring last Monday—the same day the kids started school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are hoping to get settled this week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids are ready for that, and so am
I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m hoping that once we are
surrounded with our own junk, we will start to feel more at home and less like
homeless vagabonds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I love that Chuck has so easily found a place at his new job,
but the rest of us have to work a little harder to start a new life down
here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids all started at new
schools—Luke in 6<sup>th</sup> and in middle school (gasp!), Evie and George in
4<sup>th</sup> and 1<sup>st</sup> respectively and attending a new elementary
school just down the street from our new house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We actually walk there!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They have
already made friends, which is wonderful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They are so resilient!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now that we are here, I’m surrounded by all of my
siblings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(yes, they all live in some
area in Houston, too)!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All five of
them—Cathy, Joan, Mike, Mary, and Tom (and their respective spouses and
children).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oddly, I’ve seen or talked to
all of them in the last few weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
definitely a record since we aren’t in the midst of a major holiday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least there are positives to this move!<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, the real question is why haven’t I told you until now?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, I really don’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Maybe I didn’t want it to be real. Maybe I thought it wouldn’t actually
work out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I’ve just been too busy
to breathe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or maybe it’s a combination
of all three and everything else in life that keeps us all busy running hither
and thither.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But now you know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now it is real.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I live in Spring, Texas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And in my sentimental moments I realize that I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">have</i> returned home – where I grew up with my family, where I went
to school, where my oldest friends live, where I lost my dad and healed my
heart, where I planned my wedding to the love of my life, and funny enough,
where I met you!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How could this be
anything other than wonderful?!<o:p></o:p></div>
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All of that aside, I’m smart enough to recognize that my
location in this state, this country, this planet, doesn’t mean anything in the
grand scheme of my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The most important
things and what defines my “home” are my husband and children—my family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And how blessed am I to have them under the
same roof with me—healthy and safe and loved?!<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, there it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That’s my crazy news, without all the crazy details of the move as it
unfolded over the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I probably
should have recorded all the insanity that goes hand in hand with relocating a
family of five, but between the whirlwind of activity and exhaustion, there was
no way to accomplish such a feat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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On the bright side, maybe I’ll remember to pick up a pen more
often and send a letter. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And if I’m
super lucky, maybe I’ll also remember to stamp the envelope and put it in the
mail (truly the most difficult part for me – I can’t tell you how many letters
I’ve written and never sent!).<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the mean time, I hope you are well and enjoyed the
warmth of the summer! You are
in my thoughts often and I’d love to hear how you are!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Much love always,<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span></div>
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Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-81813584379237202362015-04-24T11:24:00.001-05:002015-04-24T11:24:09.316-05:00Wizard of Oz TrialI know, I know, I know. I can hear Emily's voice in my ear about how I haven't blogged. I know. I know.<br />
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Anyway, there's a lot to share, but I'm super excited about one thing right now.<br />
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I was asked to coach a team of 5th grade lawyers for the elementary school's Wizard of Oz trial. I'm beyond excited!!!! The gist is that they have a trial where Dorothy is accused of killing the Wicked Witch. I can't wait!!!<br />
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Here's a link to the article the local paper wrote about last year's trial at our school. <br />
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The Wicked Witch was one of my friend's daughters. Adorable!!!! <br />
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Sadly, Luke just wants to be a juror, but I get to work with some of his more motivated classmates. So ridiculously excited!!!!<br />
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Oops! Just realized I better read the book quick!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-14473333378913886322015-03-04T09:45:00.001-06:002015-03-04T09:45:07.735-06:00George's First Tooth Goes to the Tooth Fairy!George lost his first tooth yesterday! I picked him up at the end of the day and when he opened his m mouth I could see the thing practically laying flat against his gums. I'm not a big fan of teeth, but this one had to come out before he swallowed it! So, he handed me the tissue that was in his hand and I reached in and popped it out with barely any effort at all. He didn't even feel it come out because it was soooo loose! <br />
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We were on the front steps of the school when I pulled it out so I insisted that we go into the nurse's office and get one of those little plastic treasure boxes to carry it home. I'm certain we would have lost it otherwise.<br />
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When we got home, the first thing he did was put it in his Tooth Fairy pillow that he got for Christmas (I'm patting myself on the back for the perfect timing!). For all the new moms out there, I highly recommend picking up one of these pillows. The Tooth Fairy does not want to have to be digging in the dark under a huge pillow, lots of blankets, and a sleeping child to retrieve the tooth and place the cash. <br />
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When I went to bed, the kids were still awake, so obviously the Tooth Fairy hadn't arrived but when Chuck got home they were finally asleep. He went to check on the Tooth Fairy pillow and low and behold, he found this note right under the pillow.<br />
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Here is what it says, just in case you can't read it.<br />
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<i>from: Luke, Evie, and George </i></blockquote>
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Can you believe the audacity of this kid, whose name is Evie?! I mean, now, not only is the Tooth Fairy on the hook for paying for George's tooth, but she/he/whatever is also being asked to leave money for the toothless kid's siblings? Uh, hell to the no. And I know it was Evie because it is obviously her handwriting. Yes, the Gold Digger. What worries me most is that if she is willing to ask the mythical Tooth Fairy for money, is she also asking her friends' parents for money? Heaven help me. I certainly hope not!<br />
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Anyway, this brings up the question of money. This was quite a discussion yesterday (before the Tooth Fairy received the greedy, money-grubbing note): What is the going rate that the Tooth Fairy is paying for teeth? Have you heard how much kids are getting for these things? It's ridiculous! Some kids were saying that they got $20 and one kid got $100. Are you kidding me?! I think I got a quarter or two - maybe a dollar if I was lucky. But one hundred effing dollars is outrageous! I did a little research so we'd know what to expect George to have in his pillow when he woke up and most websites had a consensus of $5 as the average rate. Here's a link to one that was posted on February 28th, which apparently is Tooth Fairy Day? Did you know they have Tooth Fairy Day? Yeah, me either. <a href="http://www.kiplinger.com/article/spending/T065-C002-S003-how-much-money-should-the-tooth-fairy-give.html">http://www.kiplinger.com/article/spending/T065-C002-S003-how-much-money-should-the-tooth-fairy-give.html</a><br />
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Needless to say, the siblings didn't receive anything other than the response note shown below which reads, "Dear Luke, Evie, and George: I'm sorry, but I only bring money for baby teeth. Love, Tooth Fairy" <br />
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So even though Luke and Evie don't get to double dip on the Tooth Fairy money, George pulled out a win with $3.00. He was thrilled this morning! And that's all that matters in this story!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-71180549654040305072015-03-03T21:52:00.002-06:002015-03-03T21:52:17.539-06:00V-day 2015 (a little late!)I don't think I posted my Valentine's Day pictures this year, because they suck. No worries, I'm still willing to share my bad pictures with you! Here are my three crazies. I was pleased that they embraced red clothing at the very least. But I guess kids will do anything if they thing it pays out in candy.<br />
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Here is my favorite part!!! Eeeek! I can't get over how much these kids make me laugh without even trying! Precious Luke had to decorate a shoe box for his Valentine's Day exchange. Reminder: he's in 5th grade. I asked him if he had finished it and he grunted, "Uh huh." I low this is not enough to trust, so I asked him to show it to me. He brought it over to the couch where I was lounging with a glass of wine and held it up in front of my face with a sigh of tween angsty annoyance . . .<br />
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. . . and then I spit out my wine and choked on my spit as I laughed out loud with no shame or ability to hid my amused reaction, because just take a look at this.<br />
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Can you read it?! If you can't let me tell you what words my innocently sweet boy wrote on the top of his box. "Free hugs" in a box on the top right corner. In the bottom middle, there is an arrow pointing to the hole saying, "Valentine's Here." And then the coup de gras, another arrow pointing at the hole stating, "Lovers Only". Oh, dear heavenly Lord, I just about died laughing. And then I felt only a smidgen of guilt when he started to get embarrassed because Chuck had glanced over and was also cringing and laughing. Poor kid. Chuck made me apologize later and explain why I was laughing. I really don't think he cared as much about me laughing at it as he was pissed when I told him he had to do it again without the words, "Lovers Only." <br />
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But honestly, even if his wording had been okay, I have to tell you that he just took a crumpled shoebox, cut a hole in the top and jotted these three things on the top. What you can't see is that the shoebox isn't even covered in anything. It's just an orange shoebox (I know it looks red, but it's not) with Nike logos and words on the side, including the red, reduced-price sticker, and description of the tennis shoes.<br />
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Okay, enough about that. I just had to tell you how awesome it was when I saw it!<br />
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Still, we had such a fun time enjoying the <i>real</i> snow last week. It made for a ridiculous amount of chaos for the entire area, not just my household. What a mess! Just look at this traffic report from the middle of the day when everyone hit the roads in a panic and slid EVERYWHERE!<br />
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My favorite thing that has come out of it is Evie's talent and desire to build and tend an amazing fire. Love that girl. She stokes the fire when needed, and adds a log at a time very carefully (with our supervision, of course, but she doesn't have to be told when the fire needs some tending). Amazing girl! Unfortunately, we've gone through an entire cord of wood this winter so we are going to have to get just a few more logs to get us through the bitter cold over the next two days. I'll have to document her talent!<br />
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Of course the website was completely jammed with traffic, but later I came back to my computer and it was up and running so I put in my birthday to great disappointment: Star Wars Theme Song/Cantina Song. Ugh! Here's the link so you can hear it: <a href="http://youtu.be/WFcmuhTTqoY">http://youtu.be/WFcmuhTTqoY</a>. And it says my parents got romantic to a golden 70s song: You Don't Have to be a Star: <a href="http://youtu.be/-nb9jJg_wIU">http://youtu.be/-nb9jJg_wIU</a>.<br />
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Then I checked out Chuck's song, because why not, right? His was sad: Seasons in the Sun. Remember that song? If not, here you go. I cringed when I heard it, but I also listened to the whole song whereas I turned my songs off immediately. <a href="http://youtu.be/-tPcc1ftj8E">http://youtu.be/-tPcc1ftj8E</a>. And his parents got busy to My Love by Paul McCartney: <a href="http://youtu.be/vx5QxoWCG-I">http://youtu.be/vx5QxoWCG-I</a>. Pretty sure I've never heard this song before.<br />
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Then I checked out Evie and I burst out laughing when her birthday song came up. I'm not going to ruin the surprise, you'll just have to click <a href="http://youtu.be/6vwNcNOTVzY">HERE</a> to find out how awesomely perfect this song is for her!!! Y'all I'm just cracking up about this!!!! I also think her "conception" song is funny too: Drop It Like Its Hot: <a href="http://youtu.be/GtUVQei3nX4">http://youtu.be/GtUVQei3nX4</a>.<br />
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As for Luke, he's cracking me up too! His song is Yeah! by Usher. I am <i>loving</i> this!!! <a href="http://youtu.be/GsG1nHu1wxI">http://youtu.be/GsG1nHu1wxI</a>. And his "conception" song is Crazy In Love by Beyonce. <a href="http://youtu.be/ViwtNLUqkMY">http://youtu.be/ViwtNLUqkMY</a>.<br />
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George's birthday song is Single Ladies by Beyonce: <a href="http://youtu.be/4m1EFMoRFvY">http://youtu.be/4m1EFMoRFvY</a>. Not exactly the best song for my little Ginger, but maybe he will need to hear it as an adult when he fails to "put a ring on it". And his "conception" song is Low by Flo Rida: <a href="http://youtu.be/ZLwvc5Qywzk">http://youtu.be/ZLwvc5Qywzk</a>. What can I say? We like to get low. Suga' got low low low low low!<br />
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I hope y'all have as much fun with this as I did!<br />
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<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-50920973579556411612015-02-25T11:04:00.001-06:002015-02-25T11:06:09.425-06:00Snow Days Part IIThe boys are back at school and it has made all the difference! Of course, my sick little Evie is still here. She's coughing some and that really makes her throat hurt, but otherwise, she's as spunky as ever. Excited to get her back to school tomorrow! She's such a trooper. Here she is right after receiving the doctor's diagnosis of strep throat and commentary of "Wow! That must really, really hurt!" When the doctor says it must hurt, then it must hurt! <br />
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To top it off, the house is a wreck, and I've watched more kids movies than I can possibly list off for you. Currently I'm watching a Disney original movie called "Bad Hair Day." yes, that's the title, and yes, that is a movie and not a TV show. It is really not good. Not good.<br />
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Last year I gave up meat. It was HARD! Like, really, really haaaarrrrdddd! But, I did it with only two or three flubs. Up to that time, I had only ever given up meat on Fridays (and Ash Wednesday) during Lent, and that was hard enough to remember. Oddly, I think giving up meat completely during Lent was much easier to remember because it was a daily commitment, but it made me think about what I was doing and why I was making the sacrifice much more during that time. Three times a day, to be exact. The first time I flubbed last year was when we were out at an event and they were offering free pizza. I gladly helped myself to a piece, ate it contentedly and didn't even realize I had messed up until later that evening when I was deciding on dinner. Still, I would say that my sacrifice was much more impactful on my life and made a big difference. <br />
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A couple years before that, I decided to give up mainstream music a few years in a row and only listen to Christian music. This was also pretty darn difficult because (1) I don't particularly care for most Christian music; and (2) I used to listen to music all day long when I worked at my desk at the old law firm. Of course, I discovered a lot of new music and even decided that I liked some of it. To this day, I keep one of my presets in my car on a Christian radio station and Luke even asks to listen to it sometimes. I consider that a pretty good thing. (And I should give credit to my sister Cathy, because she did this when I was a teenager and I remember scoffing in disgust).<br />
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When I was in high school one year, my mom and I (we lived alone at this point) said the rosary every night together. It was memorable because, well, I remember it. But I didn't do it by choice so it wasn't as impactful as the two choices I mentioned above.<br />
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So, this year I've been trying to decide what to do again. I really, really enjoyed the meaningfulness of giving up meat last year. And I've been toying with the idea of doing it again this year, but I have soooooo many darn events that I'm going to that it seams like I'd be a drag and maybe even insulting if I showed up and didn't eat what was served. For example, we are having book club at my house this week and my friend is catering it - actually, now that I think about it, it will be Friday anyway so I can't eat the meat anyway. Moving on, we are signed up for a wine dinner this weekend and two of the courses have meat. I don't want to waste the food. (Lame excuse?) But the most concerning one is actually during Spring Break. We have been invited to spend Spring Break at a beach house with my brother and sister-in-law (yes, they are awesome!), and the menu consists of meat for every meal. Of course, this is exactly what I would have planned if I had made the menu during the year, so I'm not complaining at all. But, if I give up meat, what do I say to them during that week when they are hosting me and my sweet family? Chuck pointed out that the entire purpose is to make sacrifices like these even when it isn't easy to do so.<br />
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I've considered giving up wine, but ugh... I've done that three times in my life for my children, and I'm not particularly interested in subjecting anyone to the crankiness that would ensue from such a sacrifice. Coffee? Not a chance; let's get real. Sweets? I don't eat enough to make it a real sacrifice. Carbs? Not if I want to continue exercising. Restaurants? Actually this would be good, but is it actually feasible with our lifestyle? Probably not. My mom suggested pizza, but I realized this is probably going to be a staple for my family on Fridays when we can't eat meat and my kids don't eat fish. Of course, macaroni and cheese is always an option. My sweet sister-in-law and her whole family gave up fried foods last year. That would be a great idea, but it turns out I don't even realized when I'm eating fried foods. Did you know that donuts are fried? Am I an idiot? A lot of people give up Facebook, but that's actually a very important part of my legal business, so that's a no-go. What else?<br />
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So, after all that searching, I still think the "no meat" thing is an option, but I've been trying to come up with things that are more like taking on something new - like the Christian music thing. So here are some of my ideas. <br />
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<li>40 miles in 40 days. This would be good because I really do hate running and I try to put it off all the time. If I committed to this, it would mean that I would have to run even when it wasn't convenient. And perhaps I could use that time (which is only 15 minutes max for a mile run) to pray instead of listening to blaring music. </li>
<li><a href="http://www.whitehouseblackshutters.com/40-bags-in-40-days-2014/">40 Bags in 40 Days</a>. This is actually a "thing". One of my FB friends (shout out to Angela here!) posted this and it sounds awesome, but it also sounds way, way, way too time consuming. It would be great to declutter like this - and I'm the first to admit that we need to declutter - but yikes. That's a lot to add to an already crazy schedule.</li>
<li>Pray the Rosary Every Day. Harkening back to my teenage years, obviously. But maybe it would mean more now that I'm an adult and making the choice on my own? Time consuming? Not too bad.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Black-Book-Lent-2014-ebook/dp/B00GWTWE0W">The Little Black Book</a>. I've been doing this for several years, ever since our church started providing it each Lent. I LOVE it. I highly encourage anyone interested to order one of these. It's a little book that guides you through 6 minutes of prayer a day. That's it. Only 6 minutes. I can and will do that. This is already on my list. My black book is in hand. But it just isn't quite enough for me, so I need something more.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.karenehman.com/2015/02/the-reverse-lent-challenge-dont-give-something-up-take-something-on/">The Reverse Lent Challenge</a>. This one came across on FB this morning and I'm in love with it! Seriously, it's great. You buy 40 notecards and 40 stamps and send 40 handwritten notes during the season to just about anyone with an encouraging message inside. I think this would be a fabulous choice, and I'm almost fully committed except for one thing. I'm terrible at getting things in the mail. This is not a joke. I have a pen pal (I've written about her before HERE), but she usually receives her Christmas present in July because I'm so bad about getting things in the mail. Of course, maybe this would be a great time to remedy that ailment.</li>
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We started out with Thursday night hibachi in Dallas (we're talking an hour and 15 minute drive one way) to celebrate Evie's best friend's birthday. We had soooo much fun! But the kids were exhausted by the time we got home (even though Evie spent the night with her sweet friend)!<br />
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The next day, the kids didn't have school, so I dragged them around with me for various client matters. They are still amazed that people pay me to talk on the phone. Blown away. Of course, if I showed them my student loans, maybe they'd be less impressed.<br />
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Then I grabbed Luke's best friend Gabe and we spent the rest of the day just hanging out. I have to admit that I was thrilled when we scheduled a last minute dinner with George's Kindergarten teacher and her hubby. We enjoyed wine, company, and dinner out, while my ridiculously generous niece (Amber) stayed home with FIVE kids. Luckily they are all old enough to really take care of themselves these days. I love it!<br />
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The next morning we started bright and early at the Fort Worth Stock Show Syndicate breakfast and stock sale. This is where they sell all the livestock that competed at the show. The Grand Champion steer went for $240K. Yes, that's amazing! And it all goes to scholarships. Craziness! We met up with our friends Donna and Mike and spent the morning drinking Mimosas, Bloody Marys, and beer.<br />
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That afternoon, Luke started to feel bad - sore throat and fever, but you know I didn't let that get in the way of our plans! We had to go to a masquerade party that night and one of George's friends was coming over for a playdate (while his parents had an actual date). Chuck and I had a great time at this JWC event. We both had to have masks, but we couldn't find anything at Party City that looked right on Chuck until I suggested a Batman mask. I freaking love it, but of course, I can't find a picture. Instead, here's a picture of me with most of the ladies on my Executive Committee. I love these girls and was sad that two of them weren't able to be there!<br />
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<li>Asking him if he has homework</li>
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So, yesterday, he was pouting after I told him he had to practice piano this week. He's been slacking for a while and actually announced he is ready to quit. Chuck won't allow it. I'm sick of dealing with it and sweet-talking, coercing, and bribing him to practice. So, instead of arguing, I ignored him and forced him to go to Charming Charlie's with me and then to a little boutique store close by. The misery on his face actually made me giddy. I'm pretty sure this is wrong somehow, but I can't seem to muster any remorse. Instead, I'm still chuckling over his pain. If you think I'm a bad person, go ahead and keep those thoughts to yourself. I'm going to relish this for a while - and especially every time he starts in with his hormonal attitudes.<br />
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Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-34557181674113697342015-02-05T14:24:00.000-06:002015-02-05T14:27:32.604-06:00The Heartache of ParentingOh, be still my aching heart. I was browsing through my blog today to find some old Valentine's pictures of the kids when I came across this post: <a href="http://www.professionalmother.blogspot.com/2010/02/heavy-heart.html">http://www.professionalmother.blogspot.com/2010/02/heavy-heart.html</a>. It's about my kids not being perfect. And oh, honey, can I tell you that what they were five years ago is what they are still today. Luke still doesn't finish his homework and Evie is super smart but can't remember her phone number or address. But, they are precious and wonderful and all mine. And they will grow up and they will be good people.<br />
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And for all those other mamas out there who question whether staying home will help, I can definitively answer: NO. Doing your best by your child is all you can do. This post makes my heart ache even more because I was/am that woman who struggled so much and wrestled with the idea that her kids could be better, smarter, happier, if only she had stayed home to spend more time with them. No. Just no. Please, please, please don't torture yourselves the way I did. Of course, I know that my little bits of advice will be ignored by anyone who comes after me. Every child is special. Every parenting experience is unique. And so, we, as parents, will torture ourselves with worry and doubt as we turn each corner of this journey. Nonetheless, this is a healthy reminder of what my law partner said to me yesterday, "Kids grow up in spite of their parents." Yes, yes they do.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-77770135977934687342015-02-05T09:44:00.001-06:002015-02-05T09:44:26.682-06:00It's Rodeo Time!So, things haven't slowed down. They may have actually gotten more crazy. My new year's resolution to obtain 5 running medals by the end of the year has been put on the back burner. I was supposed to run 9 miles this weekend (as in 2 days away), but I don't think I've run a total of 9 miles in the last month, so that's not happening. To top that off, it's less than a month from the half marathon I'm supposed to run on March 1. I'd say my resolutions are really getting the shaft so far.<br />
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Nonetheless, I've taken some time to spend with the kids. I let them get an early dismissal on Tuesday, and I took them to the rodeo. Chuck was supposed to go with us, but he had to work, as usual. The kids are used to it, so we are not really surprised when he has to skip family events anymore, even though it still makes me a little sad.<br />
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We had great seats - just three rows behind the VIP box and the rodeo announcer and judges! We were up on the second level, but one bucking bronco was able to kick dirt all the way up onto us! It hit Luke and Evie both in the face and me on the arm. I couldn't help cracking up! Then the people in front of us were on the Kiss Cam. And even though the place was pretty much empty, I still saw 4 people we know - one of whom is an occasional reader of this blog! What a fun day!</div>
Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-57236497313296937322015-01-20T13:57:00.001-06:002015-01-20T13:57:31.032-06:00I'm moving to the country.Do you ever have the urge to just shut everything down and move to the country? I've been having that feeling a lot lately. I think it has to do with having overcommitted myself in just about every way. I'm supposed to be building a new law firm, training for a half marathon, serving as a board committee member for a local charity, running Junior Woman's Club, writing special blog posts for the state bar, organizing my book club, cooking dinner, and being an overall good mother and wife. I have to admit that it all adds up to a bit too much sometimes. But I guess the best I can do is just keep swimming. Glad you all are out there to listen to me vent. <br />
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I feel like a terrible person mostly because I'm letting my running slide. At first, I was all about not running for a very long time after the marathon, but now, I just feel like I'm a lazy, fat slob who has no motivation to do anything healthy. Today, I'm drinking water and I ate a Kind Bar for lunch. Maybe it's time to get back to MyFitnessPal, but doesn't that just add one more thing to my daily to-do list? And let's not forget all those little things that aren't getting done like responding to Trivia Crack and Words With Friends, and Facebook posts, and blog entries, and bathing the dogs, and raking leaves, and the list goes on and on and on and on...<br />
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Do you guys ever feel this way? Am I the only one who thinks cooking at home only adds to my unending list of things to do?<br />
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I want to cut back on my commitments, but how? What do I cut? Exercise and blogging are the first things to go, but to be honest, those are probably the only things that keep me healthy and sane, other than my sweet husband.<br />
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Or maybe perhaps I'm feeling this way because I'm just coming off of a four-day weekend during which I was constantly surrounded by my precious children who I consider little nuggets of gold in small doses, but in large, extended doses, they seem to suck the energy right out of me. <br />
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Well, so much for that. Back to client meetings and phone calls...Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-27522574893962634562015-01-09T11:53:00.000-06:002015-01-09T11:53:32.396-06:00Christmas Cat TesticlesSo remember how George wanted to know what <a href="http://www.professionalmother.blogspot.com/2014/12/yes-that-happened.html">cat testicles look like</a>? Well, our dear friend Lauren actually sent over a pair of cat testicles in formaldehyde. Disgusting? Yes. I still can't believe it, but it still cracks me up! She insisted that George have them for his birthday. So, after George celebrated turning SIX at Chuck E. Cheese (the restaurant I despise the most in this world), Lauren's husband grudgingly made a special delivery to our house.<br />
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You think my house and my life is strange? Yes, yes it is. You are correct. We are definitely the weird neighbors. And George's teacher made sure that the cat testicles were not an appropriate show-and-tell subject. I totally agree.<br />
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But then, when I picked up the kids from school yesterday, Luke announced, "I told my class that George got testicles for Christmas."<br />
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My eyes widened with shock before I closed them in defeat and before I could even respond, Evie asked, "Testicles or <i>cat testicles</i>?" And all I could imagine is that Luke's class is wondering why George was born without testicles.<br />
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I would have spit out my drink if I had been drinking anything. Instead I let out a nervous, embarrassed, defeated laugh. When I could breath again, I told them all, "You really shouldn't talk about testicles at school. Even cat testicles. Got it?" Oh good lord in heaven. They are my children.<br />
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It was Evie's year to put the star on the tree.</div>
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George and Chuck are always trying to make me swoon.</div>
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Seriously? Christmas kitty?</div>
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Two of my favorites! All dressed up for church on Christmas Eve.</div>
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Posing before they destroyed their outfits (although I notice that G's shirt wasn't tucked in at this point).</div>
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He insisted on posing on his own. I'm not kidding. He insisted, and he chose this pose.</div>
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Luke also insisted and chose this pose.</div>
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Evie did not insist or want to take a picture, but after I took pictures of the boys I figured I ought to get one of her too.</div>
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And then there was Christmas Morning. </div>
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How very blessed we are!</div>
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Especially after the hell that is known as the Barbie Dream House.</div>
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Santa was not pleased with its mocking instructions.</div>
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And I just have to throw this one in there for good measure, since they love each other so much.</div>
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Calvin and Hobbes -- spooning.</div>
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<br />Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402950396597832824.post-56238796841180601592015-01-08T17:25:00.000-06:002015-01-08T17:25:02.983-06:00G - It's a good letter.My Cowboys are in their second playoff game this Sunday up in Greenbay, Wisconsin, against the Packers. A while back, George picked the Greenbay Packers as his favorite football team. He likes that they have a great big G on their helmets. When we told him that the Cowboys were playing the Packers, he insisted that he would root for the Packers over the Cowboys no matter what. I feel so bad for him since the Packers are going to lose that I bought him a Greenbay shirt so he can be a real fan. I can't wait to show it to him!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915254352452492849noreply@blogger.com1