Tree Climbing

Isaac's first tree climbing experience...with the help of some metal pegs that daddy inserted into the tree. And the entire time he was climbing and we were cheering, I just knew he was going to fall and break his arm. Isn't that how every kid breaks their arm when they're little?

Parent/Teacher Conference

It's one thing for a parent to think their own child is a genius...is a good friend...is polite. But it is another thing entirely for someone else (especially one in a position of authority) to feel the same way. That is exactly what happened tonight. Isaac's kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Butler, has raised 5 boys and been teaching for 20 plus years. She knows her stuff. And she apparently knows my son as well. She had nothing but praise for Isaac...as a person and a student. And I may be more proud of how he carries himself as a little boy...he is kind, generous, loving, and RESPECTFUL. I am so proud of my son. I know it's only kindergarten, but there are some parents who do not get to leave that classroom feeling as I do. There are some parents who don't even show up. And there are some parents who won't walk away with a sense of duty to make their child better...no matter how well the conference went. I promise, Isaac, that I will ALWAYS guide you to be a better boy, a better young man, and a better man. I love you so very much. And could NOT have been prouder of you. Love, mommy.

The Beginning

Here is the first, of what will hopefully be many, short stories of our lives. Because I am a proud mother, I have a selfish notion that everyone else in my life is as interested in our temper tantrums, potty fiascos, and school adventures as I am. I guess if you're not, you actually have the choice (unlike myself) to remove yourself from the chaos.