Matt's new look

Our Matt inherited his parent's great eye sight. Poor boy. But he also inherited
his dad's good looks. Lucky boy. Which is why when he had to get glasses,
none of us were very sad. This boy is super handsome. Glasses included.

I love this picture for so many reasons, one being that he has had his glasses for a couple of months and already, they are crooked and need to be adjusted. Matt lives life in one mode--high energy. His glasses take a beating. Gratefully, we picked the durable/inexpensive model. Because we knew our Matt and didn't think it would be worth any of us being stressed over his glasses. Smart move I'd say.

And one last little story before I end this post about our boy. When we went to pick up his glasses, the doctor went in the back to get them while we looked around the office a bit. Matt stopped to look at the cases for glasses and saw the regular ones, but had never seen the ones they have for someone to carry around their contact lens case. He picked one up, gave it a strange look and then turned to me and asked, "Is this for a monocle?"

I love this kid.

Sometimes we call him Don Pedro

Five

Want to entertain a four-year old for a very long time?

Literary award

A few weeks ago, Cam came home from school and told me his English teacher (or maybe his reading teacher, I don't remember) told the class that the school magazine was accepting short story submissions from the students. Campbell wanted to enter a story he had written to give Jacob and me for Christmas. He needed to edit the length, but thought he could do that easily. I looked at him like he might belong to someone else (our kids are way too brave for me most days, I was a wimp when it came to trying new things) and said go for it. "Oh yeah, Mom," he mentioned, "it's due tomorrow." Of course it is. He got it done and turned it in.

A few days later, he came home from school and started his homework and piano. He was home for quite a while when suddenly he said, "Oh yeah, guess what Mom? On the intercom this morning they announced the winners of the short story contest. There were eighty kids in 6th, 7th and 8th grade that entered. I took second." Good grief, my mother's heart swelled with pride.

Last night, Jacob, Campbell and I attended the middle school literary award night where they introduced the winners in each category and had them read a small section of his story. I'm completely aware that I am his mother and so I am biased, but honestly, his story is pretty incredible. This boy has a talent for writing and oh how I hope it keeps writing for a long time to come.

Way to go our Campbell! We definitely think you are amazing!

Six months

A quiet walk

What matters

Last night, after the kids were in bed and Jacob had a few things to do, I decided to take a walk.
It was kind of late and I didn't want to go too far from our house, so I decided to walk around
our block a few times. It was quiet and peaceful and the weather was perfect. As I got to the
end of our driveway, for some reason I turned back and looked at our house. Each of the kids'
windows had a soft glow coming from them, as well as the family room, where Jacob was
working. My heart caught in my chest and I was absolutely overwhelmed with all that
I had blessed with. Everything that truly mattered to me in this world, was in our
tiny little home. My five babies and their dad. Our home could have been empty,
except for them, and I would still be the most blessed woman in the world.

Happy Mother's Day to me indeed.

Our pet hawk

We have a hawk that has decided that our yard is a lovely place to roam about.
And to find food. And, I'm guessing, build a nest for its babies. It is pretty awesome
and we are all quite enthralled with it. Including Jacob who keeps trying to get a close
up with the camera. Our pet hawk. Who would have thought? Name suggestions welcome.

IronKamm

Last Monday, I received a package in the mail. It was from my oldest sister.
Inside was a wristband. Which I immediately put on my wrist and did not
remove, even for one second, until this morning at about 12:30am.

You see, this wristband was what my sister decided to order for all of the siblings
in my family, in support of our brother, Kamm, who would be running his first
Ironman race. The band told him that we believed in him, had the initials of all eight
of his siblings and also, just for fun and because he loves to say it, "Suck it up!!"

Fast forward to Saturday morning. I don't usually spend too much time on the computer on
Saturdays, they are always busy at our house. But this Saturday, I spent every free second
I had sitting in front of my computer screen. Staring at live video that looked something like
the above. And texting anyone who was there, watching my brother compete, in person.

And then, just after midnight my time, this guy appeared on the screen.
He had swam 2.4 miles, biked 112 miles and than ran a marathon.
And I sobbed as I watched him cross the finish line.

My brother.

My hero.