Here are just a few of my many blessings....

1.  A husband who loves me so much and says when I walk by "ooh who's that she's pretty."      

2. Three beautiful and amazing children who love me and want to spend their days with me even when I am not the funnest person to be around.

3. Living in Tennessee.  

4. So many friends in so many walks of life.  Living here wouldn't be the same without them.

5. A house to live in.  Even though I would like the new house, we have been so blessed to have this house.

6. Thanksgiving at my moms' and me only having to bring the pumpkin pie.

7. A better relationship with my sister Beth.

8. Mike having a new job and coming home afterwards a lot happier

9. The health of my family.

10. Being forgiven for when I fall short everyday.

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You Are The Stuffing

You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together. People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.

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While looking over the options for our next semester of Monday Fun classes, I saw this class listed and thought it would be fun for Caleb.

Grossology: Icky sticky science. Lots of fun and lots of experiments. Find out why you have bad breath, what’s in your poop, what’s in your throw up and why you don’t want to eat your boogers.

Sounds like a good boy class to me.  So, I ask Caleb about taking it sand said, "Then you could tell Bekah and Elisa why they shouldn't eat their boogers."  And Bekah says, "Yeah, especially me."

So, on the way to Bible study that night, Caleb says, "Yeah, pretty much I don't eat my boogers anymore."

I can't wait to here what he learns....

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Last Thursday was Elisa's fourth birthday.  It's hard to believe my "baby" is four.  I mean, by the time Caleb was 3 1/2, he had two younger siblings.  But here is Elisa, with no younger siblings, and growing up so fast. 

Unfortunately, I was not feeling well that day, and wasn't the most pleasant person to be around, but it was a great day for her, complete with a trip to Chuck E Cheese, and a new princess laptop.

Elisa was, in a way, a surprise for Mike and I.  After having Caleb and Bekah 24 months apart, we thought we would spread out the next one.  We found out Elisa was on the way right after Bekah turned one.  So, Caleb was 3 1/2 and Bekah 1 1/2 when Elisa came along.  I really thought I would have to resusitate Mike the night I told him I was pregnant. 

But what a joy she is.  This little blonde hair, blue eyed dimpled beauty still makes our hearts melt.  The first thing she wants to do in the morning is come and cuddle with me.  While she has been my biggest "turkey", she brings me so much happiness, and I feel so blessed that God gave me this precious little girl.    Here she is, after being 5 days late, and in labor all night....she performed her first gymnastics stunt and turned transverse, and was delivered c-section.

And so it is fitting that she is a good little gymnast and wanted a gymnastics party this year...

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While looking at the High School Musical cd cover, Elisa starts asking me what their "real names" are.

Elisa: "Mommy, what is Gabriella's real name?" 

Me:"Vanessa Hudgens"

Elisa: "What is Troy's real name?"

Me: "Zac Efron"

Elisa: "Chad?

Me: "Corbin Bleu"

Elisa: "No it's not, It's Chad.  Chad Anooga."

On the way home from swim lessons today, she asks me, "Mommy, have we done the letter O in our ABC class yet?"  "Not yet." I say.  "Good because I have a great idea for an activity for the word OV."  "OV?"  I asked.  "Yes," she says.  "can you use that in a sentence?"  I asked.  "Yes, she says, OOOOOVVVVV.  It's a type of tree."  I told her we would have to let Dr. Hibiscus know.

Did I mention this precious girl turns four tomorrow? 

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Whose idea was it to move anyway?  Why did I find a house I loved so much more than mine that I wanted to put me and my family through chaos for the last two months?  I have asked myself those questions everyday for the last two months.

We weren't even looking to move.  We were happily finishing our basement and I was one weekend away from a trip to IKEA to furnish the basement, when I found the house online.  Since that day, our basement has been on hold.  New ceramic tile was laid in my entry way and 1/2 bath downstairs, new carpeting in my bed room. 

This is the new tile and the view is entry way going into our 1/2 bath..I really like the design in the doorway...

 I spent two weeks sanding and repainting the kitchen cabinet doors to try and make them look better than they did thanks to the lady who lived here before us and painted them in ONE DAY.  Oh yes, we also replaced our ugly kitchen counter tops, which look amazing now. 

Here is the old counter top, which had a pink undertone to it, and wasn't attractive.

This is what we found when we took the old counter tops off...the ugly wall paper that used to be all over my kitchen...it was my first project when we moved here...

These are the new counter tops, which don't cover the ugly wallpaper, so we are putting up some tile for the backsplash...

We have had two couples come through who "loved the house, but hated the back deck."  I guess everyone but me knew my back deck was about to fall apart.  The last couple that came through wanted to get an estimate on the deck, and then would "subtract that from the amount of their offer."  That was last Thursday and we haven't heard anything.  So, Mike and I decided that since he is off this week, we would replace the back deck too. 

I have been really pumped and high some days (not literally, although, that may be an option) and low many days.  And I am now wondering what in the world are we doing?  No, it doesn't make me want to stay in this house even though we have done so much to it.  It makes me want to enjoy the big family room in the other place, get a new dining room table to look awesome in an actual dining room, and watch my kids get to ride their bikes in the street at the end of a cul-de-sac.  But, that is not up to me.

So, for now, I will enjoy that my husband is outside doing all sorts of handy man things,   (I bet he isn't enjoying it) replacing the back deck while on the phone to our friend Robbie asking what part needs to be done next.  Mike isn't exactly the handy man type, but I am proud of him for all he is doing to help us get into the new house.

Here is my handy man hard at work...

Yikes...and I am afraid of heights...

And here is the view from our back deck...we are probably crazy to leave...but that nice big yard back there...it goes straight down hill and is only good for snow, which we apparently don't get in TN anymore...

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Last week I somehow got talked into playing soccer with my son's coaches (other) soccer team.  Donnie, his coach, has three teams.  His oldest, 13-16 year old co-ed team, went undefeated this season and only allowed one goal.  So, they challenged the parents to a game.  My friend Caroline bullied me into playing. (just kidding, Caroline) 

So, at noon today, us "old folks" ran for four 20 minute quarters against these young kids.  I sat out the first quarter along with another mom, whose son plays on the co-ed team.  We got to talking and she asked me if I homeschooled.  When I said yes, she said, "do you have two darling little girls, and do you teach gymnastics?"  "Yes," I say, "you sure know a lot about me"  She said " I read your blog!"  and she also let me know she is not, indeed a stalker.  I told her how I think in blogs, but I don't always get around to typing them.  When it came our turn to take the field, I began blogging in my head.  She said "I'm reading it right now."

Playing soccer was a lot more fun than I thought it would be.  It has been quite a few years since I have played, and I am talking P.E., not organized soccer.  So, the first time the ball came to me and they are all shouting "Come on Donna,"  I backed away from the ball a bit and told Caroline "I'm scared!"  But, soon I got in the game and had a great time playing, even getting down to shoot a goal. (which I missed)  I played two quarters back to back, which is 40 minutes on legs that really hate running. 

And let me tell you about my team mates.  As Caleb said "Miss Caroline sure is a good kicker."  She was my hero by being brave enough to play in the first quarter, and I give her more kudos for the graceful fall she had, and bounced right back up, without us having to "take a knee."  And Pennie...  She sure knows how to grab an opposing player and put their arms behind their back to get the ball away from them.  A bit illegal, I know, but hey, it looked good.  She also had some good kicks, one of them flying overhead.

And then there is Mike.  I have to say, I think he was the star player of our team.  While he didn't score a goal he was always there to shoot at the goal, and was so good at passing.  I give him the team MVP award, but I am biased...

And so, this blog is for Pennie.  My new stalker, blog lurking friend, who I found out has two sons who are very talkented on the guitar and mandolin. And for Caroline, who talked me into playing, and whose legs I hope are real tired. I actually got all this down for you today Pennie and Caorline,  I hope you enjoy....It was fun playing soccer with you today, even if I now feel my legs may fall off...

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Hanging on to Smallworlds coat tails, I thought I would also post a meme, although as she says "you don't get to do a `40 years ago`"  :)

10 years ago (1997 age 23)  Mike and I had just celebrated our 2nd Wedding anniversary.  We just moved out of our first apartment in Bremerton, WA, and moved into a duplex owned by one of the merchants I worked with.  (It ended up being a huge mistake, except that we always had deer in our yard.  I worked for Seafirst Bank as a Merchant Teller, and also taught Step Aerobics.  My first niece, Rachel, had just been born and I started getting the desire to have a baby.  My sister lived two hours north from us, so we spent a lot of weekends up in Sedro Wooley, WA.

20 years ago (1987 age 13)  I was in the eighth grade at St. Charles School in Orlando, Fl.  I had my second  boyfriend whose name was Eddie Pita.  He broke up with me because I was scared to kiss him.  I was also competing in gymnastics.  This year I went on to the State competition and quailfied for Regionals, although I wasn't allowed to go, because it was the same day as my eighth grade graduation.  I also helped teach gymnastics to the younger kids to pay for my tuition...My best friend was Lori Sherlock and we loved listening to the Monkees, and had just seen them in concert.  I also remember listening to Richard Marx, and Debbie Gibson, oh, yes, and Tiffany too.

30 years ago (1977 age 3)  I am not one of those people who can remember the day I was born, or even really when I was three, but here is what I know.  My family had just moved from Nashville, TN, back to my parents hometown, Evansville, IN.  It was the year of a huge snowstorm and we lived on a big hill.  And mom always says about the day we moved back to E'ville, "that's the day Elvis died." 

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I love the fall.  I love the smell of fall, the feel of fall, and putting on my jeans after a long summer, well, that is, when they fit!  Anyway, Mike and I were married in the fall because it is my favorite time of year.  While I don't have a poem or any beautiful words about it, I just have to say I love the fall, or autumn, as Caleb would rather me say.

This past week has once again been a whirlwind for me, and now my days go by so fast, I don't think I am enjoying them.  From showing our house, to teaching gymnastics, Monday fun, swimming, this, that, and the other, I pretty much melted down last week wondering why I do what I do.  And I don't mean being home with my kids, it's all that other stuff.  So, this week, I am trying to let go of some of my other responsibilities.  And breathe. And be a nicer mommy.  And enjoy the fall.

So, today is Halloween, and we have already been to three pumpkin carving parties, and have dressed up twice already....so he are my little ones.  Dorothy, Scarecrow, and of course, my Munchkin....

And here are a few from our Fall Festival, where each of my kids got to perform their gymnastics and dance...

There's Caleb and I....he really isn't that hard to spot (contrary to the look on my face) 

And here are my ballerinas...

Elisa is also on the preschool showteam...

And the three of them in their bridge's...

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My weekend with my family did go better than I thought.  That is, when I got "the call."  Two days passed before my sister called me, and when she did I was at the Fall Festival. (which Smallworld wrote so nicely about.)  I wasn't just there having fun, I had to work.  I teach gymnastics and we had shows there all day.  So when the call came to " see what you were up to today," I said that my girls were getting ready to perform.  To my complete surprise, my whole family, brother and all, (who I didn't know was here) came and watched my girls dance. 

I got to spend time with everyone again the next day at my niece's baptism.  Here was my favorite part, but first I have to put out a note that, I am not a Catholic basher, it is what my whole family is...I just thought this situation and comment were....well, interesting??   A priest came to sit next to me and my dad, and, after my dad introduced my sister Amy and then was reminded that, he did indeed have two more children, he was introduced to my brother and I.  I said, "that's OK, we are just the step children."  ( we really aren't, just feeling like it..)  So, he asks my son, "Do you remember your baptism?"  I was curious how Caleb would react because this is something we have talked a lot about lately at my house.  Caleb just shrugged and the priest says, "well you should remember , you were there."  To which Caleb looks at me and says, "was I baptized as a baby?"  I looked at the priest and said, "We go to First Christian Church.  Caleb was dedicated as an in fant, and has not been baptized."  To which the priest says, "I like to think we are the first Christian church." End of conversation.

So...what else is there to say?  The time I got with my family was nice, I got to have lunch with them the next day, and a little shopping for another niece who just turned 10.   My sister said to me as she was leaving, "don't make yourself a stranger."  Not sure what she meant since I am the one that has to do the calling... but oh well....just glad to have gotten through a family get together without tears!

Here is the whole family, minus Amy's 3 kids that stayed home in WA.

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Family.  Nothing makes me smile and cringe at the same time the way this word does.  And I don't mean my precious Williams family.  I mean my Nichols family.  That would be my parents, sisters and brother.  Really, my brother doesn't bother me so much, he's a bit of an outsider like myself. 

I grew up Catholic.  I went to Catholic school until the day I started college.  I got married in the Catholic church, and since I married an Episcopalian, I had to sign a document telling the bishop of Orlando I would raise my kids Catholic.

When Mike and I got married, Mike was still on the fence a bit about his faith.  So,  we lived in Bremerton WA, and started attending ( a very boring) church there.  It wasn't long before we missed church one week, then two....then went if something major was going on (in our families) .  My upstairs neighbor, Rene, invited us to her church and I said, "no, I am Catholic, I "go to" Catholic church.  So, she invited me to bible study...BSF, which I still attend. 

Thank God Rene didn't stop there.  A bit later, she invited us again, and we decided to go.  It was so amazing.  The church was "alive" and fun and had great music and the sermon was awesome.  We were both real excited about it...but I wasn't going to leave the Catholic church...A funny thing happened, though.  We started growing in our faith, we looked forward to going to church, Mike's faith turned around....that was 10 years ago.

But, how, do we tell my family?  Ugh....The time came one month before my oldest was born.  We had been attending this church for 3 years, and had not said a word.  But my mom had to go and ask, "when are you going to have the baby baptized, and who will his godparents be?"  And so the truth had to come out.  When we had Caleb dedicated at 10 months, my parents chose to stay in TN and watch my brother in law be "inducted" , if you will, into the Catholic church.  My mom said, "this is all new, I don't know what to do for a dedication." 

Things changed for us after that...we are kind of on the outside looking in...I have been asked by my family, "Don't you miss the Catholic church...?, do you want to meet with our priest?...When is Caleb going to be baptized, he is already 7?...."

So, here I am the weekend before my niece, Maggie, is to be baptized, and my sister has flown in from Seattle, and my brother is flying in from Florida.  And Mike and I are given all this info last weekend, and are expected to change our plans accordingly.  Which, by the way, we can't, and if we could, we have learned to step up and say, "we already had plans, if we would have known..."  So, mom is upset with me because I won't be at brunch on Sunday because my girls are dancing at the fall festival here,
(so that means they won't come watch them) and I am their teacher, so pretty much I need to be there too.

My oldest sister is already here, didn't know that, she surprised me when I called to talk to dad and she answered.  And, if you remember my post in January about how "fun" it is to be left out of this family, I really, really cringe at the thought of this not so fun family reunion this weekend. 

I think this might be the perfect weekend to ditch everything and go up and visit Kristina.

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So, it's been way too long since I have sat at my computer and even checked blogs, let alone posted one myself.    About three weeks back, on our way home from church, my husband and I drove by a house we thought was pretty when we saw it on the internet.  Well, we ended up falling in love with it, and, in the next few days, we put ours on the market, put an offer on the other house, and Mike received a phone call about a job he applied for 6 weeks earlier and really wants.

That's the short of it.  The long is all the packing, cleaning, fixing, painting I have done over the last two weeks.  And so, I have been too pooped to turn on the computer, let alone, sit down and type!!  We havne't had anyone look at our house yet, which by the way looks so awesome, but we are trying to be optimistic about the sale of it so we can buy the new house.  And, yes, I know it is a bad market.

Last week, after getting the house in shape, we took three days to go down to Chattanooga and get away.  It was a lot of fun, and very relaxing.  We saw the TN aquarium, the Children's Discovery Musuem, a bit of Lookout Mountain, and the TN River.  It was pretty much the most school my kids had had in two weeks ;)  So, here are some of the 500 pictures I took while I was there...I know ,it is a sickness...and hopefully I will be back in the full blogging swing of things...please pray for us!

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So, we are studying birds in science right now.  Yesterday was ducks....here is what Bekah is learning...

We talked about ducks and drakes, and if our family were ducks would mommy be a duck or a drake...daddy?  Caleb?  etc.  So, after the duck/ drake game, I asked Bekah, what do you call a male duck?  "Hmmm...I don't know."  "OK, Bekah, it starts with a drrrrr"  And she says, "a drunk!"  I'm thinking that is what I may end up being!!

Today, we talked about birds of prey.  This was fun because we made up a song about vultures and condors being scavengers...allow me, if you will, and you will have to place it to the tune of "The Pirates who don't do Anything":

We are the scavengers who don't kill anything. We just find dead animals and eat them up.  And if you ask us to kill anything, we'll just tell you, we don't kill anything.

So Bekah says afterwards..."so, if a car runs over a dead animal, a vulture would look around to see if another car was coming.  And, if one wasn't coming, he would swoop down and eat the dead animal." 

She also knows how many years are in a century!!!

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That I could love a little person so much, yet want to rip my hair out when teaching her to read?  Today was just another one of my "not so finest moments".  It started with history and talking about how many years there were in a century.  This was the main concept I really wanted them to pick up.  100 years.

So, of course, we get to the end and I say" OK, guys, how many years are in a century?"  Caleb bangs his head, and Bekah gives me her normal "I don't know" answer.  Caleb finally says, "one?"  Then Bekah chimes in with "three, no 83."  This was the beginning of my day with my little sweeties.

So, later, moving on to reading with Bekah, which I have learned, is best early on in the day: let her read to me first, and then do 100 easy lessons.  This is how she likes it...so...we were reviewing "a" words today so we could move to the "e" book.  Now, granted, this is a five year old who has been reading words for quite sometime, but only consistently for 3 weeks.  And so, she did real well in the beginning, sounding out the ones she hadn't memorized, and I gave her the "great job, Bekah"  But it went downhill.  I am still trying to figure her out, when is too much, when to go on... but she does this "thing" where she sounds out the word gggaaasss and then looks at the ceiling and says "glass, gat, gan.." and whatever else starts with "g"

And, I lost my cool. Really lost it.  What is wrong with me that I can praise this child one minute and then want to rip my hair out the next....by the way it happened with pan, right after man...So ,I blew it..again.  

I can't believe how forgiving our children can be, because at bed tonight she gave me the best hug and told me how much she loved me.  And she pointed to her wall with all her "words" hanging on it and said, "Mom, we need to add pan and gas."

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I have been real lazy last week, thinking of blogs, but never getting around to typing them.  So, here is my last week in pictures....

Elisa's first day of preschool....this is her official photo pose...

Elisa has waited for this day, after watching Caleb and Bekah go to preschool. She was so excited, and said "Mom, can you leave now?"

This is the table Bekah sat at last year...I can't believe Elisa is already here...Bekah told her she would miss her.

Another pose for the camera!

After asking me for over a year, Caleb started piano lessons...

Caleb memorized his first song while we were there...

As I am getting ready for church on Sunday, Caleb comes up to me and tells me how cool this spider is, that it fell off a chair and "shot out his web to catch himself on the chair"  He shows me this while I am "doing my hair" and I had to grab a camera....

This is my precious niece, Maggie, who is the youngest of 5, and the only girl.  I have her to thank for saving my sister's and my friendship.  Oh, and I just love her so much!!

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So as to not steal Smallworlds Monday memory theme, I title this Travis.  But it is a memory I had on a Monday...yesterday. 

My nephew, Travis, graduated from high school last May.  He is the first grandchild to do so.  Travis is my brother in law's son from his first marriage, but is so very much "ours."  I first met him my Senior year of high school while working at Eckerd pharmacy.  My brother in law, Jeff, was my boss.  He and my sister had just starte dating, and the fact he had a son didn't sit well with my parents. I will never forget the day I met this little curly, blond hair little boy.  He didn't want anything to do with me and was really shy.   But I remember him running around the corner and seeing him for the first time.  What a cutie.

It took awhile for him to be "accepted" by my parents, he called them Rodi and Nick for a long time.  That is a long saga in itself, but, long story short,  none of us would know what we would do without Travis.  He has grown up to be such a great young man. He harasses the fire out of me and mom, and makes us laugh.  He is an amazing big brother to four younger siblings, one being 2 months old.  And, he leaves for college on Friday.

Last night we had a dinner for him, and said our good byes and best wishes for him at college.  I did well to keep my tears at bay, but saying good bye was hard.  Brunch on Sundays at mom's is going to be a lot quiter without him.  It's hard to believe that I have watched this "kid" grow up already over the last 16 years.  And, really, it freaks me out that it isn't that long that we have our kids at home...so I am thankful that's where mine are....

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I think right now Bekah is the one with the best "isms" in the house, so I have to share one I just learned about.  First off, I have to say that the word stupid is off limits in our house.  I am sure I have heard it once or twice, but, really the kids don't use it.  Caleb, however did learn "raving idiot " from his cousin which thrilled me, but , that is for another time.

Last night at our mom's night out, Amy commented to me about Bekah saying she would be the lone survivor in the family if we lived in Iraq.  And then she goes on to tell me a story I hadn't yet heard.

Last March after having a nervous breakdown bad day, Amy offered to keep my kids for me.  She took them to Chick-fil-a, brought them back to her house, and I had all morning to myself.  She was driving them back to meet me at a gas station since she lives in Egypt pretty far away, when Bekah asks her "Ms. Amy, where are my new Chick-fil-a toys?"  Amy said, "I left them at home."  Bekah's response, "Well that was stupid!"

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OK, I love musicals...even when most of those who are watching are teens...We just finished the much anticipated ( at least in this house, well, minus Mike) High School Musical 2....It took a bit to get in to, but we had fun watching together and will soon be out getting the soundtrack to drive Mike a little more nuts around here!!  And, of course, trying to learn a few new dance moves...

By the way I over heard Bekah the other day tell Caleb, "Troy Bolton is my boyfriend."  What have I done?

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Today I was reading from You Can Change the World for history.  It was talking about Iraq.  At the end it said "Two out of every three children in Iraq believe they will not grow up to become adults."  So I am trying to explain this to them, saying, "there are three children in this house, so that means, if we lived in Iraq, two of you may believe that."  Bekah says, "well I know I'd be the one to grow up to be an adult..."

Too bad for you, Caleb and Elisa....

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After weeks of "Monday I am going to start school," the kids and I began our third year of homeschooling today.  It is Caleb's 2nd grade year and Bekah's kindergarten year.  Elisa just likes to hang out and do her work books.  I wasn't sure what to expect with two officially at home, and I still don't, but Bekah I do believe is going to give me a run for my money! 

Where Caleb loves to listen to the books (we do Sonlight), Bekah couldn't wait until I was done with history and asked for her Math book.  This bothered Caleb because for the last two years we have done history, then science.  He doesn't enjoy the workbooks as much, though he does love math.  We had a pretty good day, when Bekah wasn't arguing with me about how "I didn't have to write this much in preschool." 

Caleb has always been an eager learner.  He picked up on reading very easily, read his math workbooks within a few weeks in K, and was really an independent little guy.  I do remember having a moment with him, though when we were learning the continents.  He kept calling Europe, Africa, or vice versa, and when I was about to scream, "No, it's...." a mosquito  landed on his forehead and I smacked him in the head to kill it. (you don't have to tell me what a good mom I am.)  After I "lovingly" tell him I was just trying to keep him from a bite, I had this moment of glee that I tried to literally smack this lesson into his head.  I'm sure he has known them since.

The difference between these two is amazing.  Just the personality difference, coupled with the fact she is a sweet, yet emotional little girl, may just do me in.  But, hey we are only at the beginning, and as I tucked her in on Sunday night, I was so thankful that I wasn't sending her away for 7 hours the next day.  I just hope I can get her figured out before there are too many "mosquitoes" on her head.

And so, with that, here are a few of our fun moments....

We found K'nex at a garage sale this weekend and Mr. creativity made a ferris wheel today...

 A joyful moment of Bekah working on her "All about Me" book....

And Elisa loves tracing her letters and "doing school" with us...

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