Another 1st

I dropped Cole off at soccer practice yesterday and left. I hated it. I have been to EVERY practice possible, and if I wasn't there, Keith was the coach. I just left him there trusting his coach to take care of him and keep his best interests at heart. I knew he would. My mind the whole time was playing "what if he gets hurt and I'm not there", "What if the coach tries to call me and his phone is dead", "what if Cole is passed out and can't give the coach my number to call on somebody else's phone?" And you can see where I went from there.... Crazyville. But, thankfully, all went well. Cole had a good time and a girlfriend brought him home just as the carpooling plan had been crafted. A first for me, I still don't like it. Sniff. Sniff.

One Would Think....

One would think I have so much free time on my hands that I should update my little bloggy blog a little more often than I have been doing. I don't understand how it happens either. The boys are older and a little more self sufficient. I don't need to spend tons of time hovering over them, but it's a small habit I've developed! They love it. Life just gets busier, in a good way. In a harder way. In a more complex way. I am really starting to miss the times when they were babies and we were trapped in a house all day long. We were looking at family pictures the other day and reality hit me like a brick. My babies are gone. We are done and out of that stage. How did that happen? It's over! Not a fun feeling. Cole and Brad are doing so great. They are fantastic kids and we are very very blessed to have such awesome boys. Cole is growing up so fast. He still plays soccer and we've started guitar lessons. His teacher thinks he is a child prodigy when it comes to how quickly he's picking it up. I find it equally shocking because he never practices at home! He loves it, and plays more than his fair share of Guitar Hero. I'm loving his interest in different types of music. He rocks out to the widest variety. I feel slightly proud of his music tastes. His interests go from Elvis, to Stevie Ray Vaughn, to ZZ top, and then back to Brad Paisley. Cole loves to be outside and has become addicted to fishing. The boy could fish ALL.DAY.LONG. He's a natural at everything with the slightest reservation to make him pause and think things through. Love him! Brad is such a kind hearted, sweet kid. To know him, is to love him. I'm soaking up every minute and am wrapped around his little finger. He's a mama's boy for sure. Perfectly fine with me! He's also the chick magnet. Little girls are knocking on the door all day long asking to play with Brad. It's totally innocent, but I'm wondering if this is a glimpse of the future?? He's been anxious about a few issues as school is starting up. We are working with him to help ease back into a routine. He's super smart, creative and funny. I'm so thankful to watch the world from his view. Keith is so busy you wouldn't believe everything he's involved in even if I wrote it all out. Ok, those who know him would absolutely believe it! He's a go-getter and that makes me one by default. Maybe that's why I long for sleepless children just so I have an excuse to stay at home with them and their nap schedules! He's loving FedEx, and the reserve squadron he flies with here at Sheppard. I'm loving the boy's elementary school! Life is good. I did lose my precious dog, Merlin, this summer. It was terrible and heartbreaking. I'm devastated to have lost him. He was my baby for 14 years. That poor dog was drug all over the country and tolerated moves, kids, LONG car rides, hotels, and a painfully long separation. I miss his little fox face like you wouldn't believe. Mickey is adjusting to life without MerMer too. It's so hard to watch him. If anyone ever says animals don't have feelings I beg to differ. Marty is a nut as usual. I swear she is one of the oddest cats to have ever lived. We love that loud sassy mouth and everything else that comes along with her. Ok, that is a quick update on things. I need to be better about updating. Life is traveling at neck breaking speeds! One day I will want to look back and read all these sweet moments.