Toy Story 3

I took Jack to see Toy Story 3 the other day and he cried! Cried through so much of it! He is my sensitive one. He cried at the end of Where the Wild Things Are when Max had to leave and the wild things were upset. I know that we had Bambi and Cinderella and Snow White when we were little but I just don't quite remember them being so dark. Maybe they were. Maybe we just didn't really see them in the movie theaters. Maybe they were made for tv. Maybe I am just overprotective when it comes to my little boy. Next time I will look into things a bit more, even when it's Disney and I think that it should be easy and safe.

The sun is shining!

My boys are getting along!

(Of course, Keegan is away at soccer camp with dad and his soccer team.)

I have nothing on my agenda for days.

Except to scrap.

I miss scrapping.

More than anything I miss the friendship that it brings.

I have a scrap room.

I rarely use it.

It is seriously in need of a days worth of cleaning and discarding.

I really only like to scrap with friends.

I have great scrapping friends.

Wednesday is the summer scrapping day and i am hoping to catch up on all of my books and all of my friends.

Starting tomorrow.

I am good at some things...

I had a list of things that I am not so good at. But I am done with that. There are also things that I am good at. Like yesterday. Yesterday my son had his 5th grade moving up ceremony. The teachers asked if I would be in charge of it. Knowing my propensity to not saying no, of course, I said, "yes, sure, I would love to!" Well, maybe love is a bit strong of a word. Or, maybe not.

The night before I lost it. Yelled at Keegan. (Though to be honest he had been pushing my buttons all day, as only 12.5 year olds can do.) I fell down on the bed in tears. What if I totally screwed it up?

See...I had asked for help. If you read the list of things that I don't do that ranks right up there. The problem is that the woman in charge of getting help had some other family things on her plate and dropped the ball. Oy! There is a reason that I don't ask for help. Sometimes it's just easier to do it myself, ya know?

So anyways. By the time we got done yesterday it was gorgeous! So many different people stopped by to comment. I look back at the near disasters and the few times that I wanted to strangle one of the moms who took my idea and wanted to change it to her way! (Not that she bothered to come to any planning meetings or even ask my input before she changed it! Tho i have to admit I went back behind her and fixed everything that she changed!) Some of the cupcakes tipped over in a moms car. We found a few of the programs that somehow printed the inside upside down. But all was good. In the end it looked great! I even overheard one of the moms say that if you needed a party planned or decorated for just call me up.

So I am good at some things. And I do know that . For now I will just revel in no longer having to cut out and decorate 85 shooting stars. School is nearly done. I just have 5th grade pool party, a soccer tournament, field day, volunteer luncheon and the end of the year assembly! Here we go...

things I just am not good at

So I was doing the (dreaded) dishes the other night and realized that there are some things that I am just not good at. So I started to think:

Dishes: don't get me wrong, I am good at washing them, they come out clean, I am terrible at getting them started. If I don't fill the sink while cooking they can wait a few days.

Being on time. Really? I always have the best of intentions. I am never really late. Like those people that make you wait an extra half hour...mine is always just 2-5 minutes depending on where I am going, but it drives me crazy!

Cleaning. Pretty much hate it! Showers? Ugh! Toilets? Come on now! There are 4 boys in my house! Who would be good at it?

Asking for help. I normally wouldn't admit this about myself, but being that it's a big pet peeve of my husband, I thought that I would mention it.

Saying "I'm sorry". Ok. I really have to clarify this one. There are times when i say, "I'm sorry" that aren't really necessary. But there are times when I should say, "I'm sorry" and I just get my back up and get angry instead. How can it be my fault? But this is when I should say it the most and I don't.

Don't get me wrong. I am good at many things too. Sometimes I just have to admit that there are traits that I lack. Maybe it will motivate me to get up on my horse and fix these things that I don't really like.

The end of the year brings so many different things. Dread for summer....what will these boys do together all summer without killing each other? Hope for summer... will it please pretty please be warm? But right now it's just a bit of anxiousness. (makin' up words too)

So my middle will be moving on to middle school. My baby will finish kindergarten and be gone all day next year. My oldest will be a teenager. I am trying to put together the program for the 5th grade moving up ceremony. It's going slowly. I am currently supposed to be cuttting out 85 stars and their shooting tails. THe tails are done, the stars not so much. But if I finish them it will actually happen.

I am not really ready for this next independent stage. I know that they grow up and I am ok with that. There are just some stages that hit you more than others. This year is big for everyone. I turned 40. My sister is moving to CO tomorrow to live with her boyfriend and finish school. Konley will be 11 and moves to middle school. Keegan will be a teenager at the top of middle school. And Jack will be 6 and moving on to all day school, where I will have to make his lunch every morning and not see him again until he gets off the bus at nearly 4 o'clock. My mom has a big bday (she doesn't want it to happen so I won't post the number). We have our 15th anniversary.

It's a big year. Just getting over a lot of humps. God only gives us as much as we can handle. I know this and I can handle it. There just might be a hiccup or tear or two along the way!