Tuesday, May 20, 2008

This is a photo story made by my dads new wife, Beverly. Monica sent them the Flat Stanley with her face on it. Beverly and Dad were to send it back with their adventures. since the school has apple computers they were not able to view it so I am trying it on this site to see if they can view it. If it works I hope you enjoy.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Were almost there!

Well we are two weeks from being moved to Lebanon. We are all very tired but determined to finally be together. We will move on the children's last day of school.
The last two weeks Mike has needed to be at work each night. Thank God for the weekend. I don't know where I would be with out them. We have been tag teaming the soccer games and Drew. I drove to Charleston, SC last Fri. saw my dad get married on Sat. at noon and made it back by 11pm on Sat. night. It was a beautiful day. They were married on a cruise ship. So glad I could be there but it was not something I could plan.
We had had no activity on our house. It can just sell after we are out. I don't have time right now anyway.
I always say that the end of the school year is busier than Christmas. Not sure how all this will get done, but because I have been here before I know some how it does.

Hoping that all of you have the best Mothers Day. I plan to make mine a good one. Drew started it off with a Morning Glory plant from school( which brought back memories of our house on Morning Glory in MS). Also , a beautiful card with a picture of him holding flowers and his little hand print and a poem on the other side. With Mike being gone we have had sleep overs every night. I know before long he will be to big. I am holding on to him for dear life. The girls are so big that they usually fall asleep before I make it up to kiss them. That makes me sad. I did sing to Monica tonight. I know she thinks I am nuts. Oh well. The last two days Natalie started waking up before me at 5:30am to get pretty for school. This is the first week she has done her own hair. I just have to try not to think about it. I just have to be proud or I will cry.
Life really does fly......