The scripture above came to mind since the Roosters were all starting school this week. Not long ago, I emailed Alberta (You know, THE FABULOUS Mrs. Stewart) and told her I was feeling anxious about sending the twins off to their new school. She emailed me back and reminded me that God had a teacher picked for the boys for the new year. Monday night was "Meet and Greet" for the twins, and I was reminded of her words yet again. After meeting the boys' teachers (the Roosters are in separate rooms), I left smiling to myself and thinking, "Yep, John Ryan's teacher seems to fit his little personality and so does Nick's." Nick's teacher even graduated a year before me from FMU where I got my undergrad degree. I know she know her stuff! Ha!
Yesterday was Blake's 16th birthday. So hard to believe that he is sixteen and a sophomore in high school. I cooked shrimp and fries for him for supper per his request. The Colonel ordered a cake for him, and I picked up a cookie cake. I really felt so sorry for Blake b/c he didn't get home until
7:00 PM from football practice and was exhausted. I could see it all over his face and in the way he moved.
So, with a couple of big days for the Roosters, here are a few pictures of their happenings.
I was so busy looking around the boys' rooms that I totally forgot to take pictures. I snapped this picture of Nick's room as we passed by it again on our way out.
The school the boys attend is a NASA Explorer School. Outside each classroom is a Mission Control board with the teacher of the class "flying" in space. I am sure that there are days when those teachers think "Beam me up, Scotty."
At the boys' desk, they got a bag of Goldfish. Nick devoured his.
John Ryan chilling while he was waiting on his food. We are that family that eats in our car constantly.
Nick about to crash.
Is he not excited or what?!!
Really, Mom? Is this really necessary?
Poor things--their book sacks are almost as big as they are. HA!
The boys are addicted to Mario games on the Wii. When we were at Old Navy shopping for school uniforms, they saw these book bags and wanted them.
This is my neighbor, Elizabeth, whose dogs we fed while she and her family were on vacation. I was just thinking that I have known her for over 16 years. We taught together about twenty (wow) years ago at the first school I taught at in Columbia. I made the best friends at that school. Liz is one of them. Anyway, Ernie and Lucky (Elizabeth's dogs) brought the boys a "back to school" goodie bag yesterday complete with an Ernie and Lucky statue. The boys LOVED their bags!!
Doesn't he look thrilled? Poor thing.
Birthday supper served on a BEAU-ti-ful paper plate. Yes, I am THAT kind of mother. If anyone is reading this blog and wants cute ideas and a events planned to a "T" then I am not your gal. I am the one that is doing all she can do to just get supper done and on a clean plate.
I laugh whenever I look at this cake. I think it is the ugliest cake ever. It doesn't make sense to me. I get the football, but why those puff balls? Oh, wait a minute!! I get it now--those are cheerleader pom-poms, right? I will say that Blake did not care in the least what it looked like. It was really a good cake, so you can't judge a cake by its décor.
And to be fair to the Colonel, I didn't do much better picking out the birthday cookie. Really, Wendy? Go, Gamecocks? Did you even think that maybe "Happy Birthday" might be a little more appropriate? See, I told you: We are THAT family. Right now we are THAT tired.
And speaking of being tired...This is my daily dose of pick-me-ups...I've been taking the liquid B12 for about two weeks now and I "think" I'm starting to feel a little better...I am trying to get at least 7.5 hours of sleep but this week it has been hard...I did better last week.
I hope all is well in your corners of the world. Just remember that God's in that corner with you also.
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