I wonder if I should retitle this blog, Life Without Father. Those of you who didn't grow up on old black and white movies won't get the twist of words, by Mom will appreciate them.
Amid tears and moans, we shipped Tanner off to Sugar Land last night. Of course, I shouldn't be surprised that I haven't gotten a phone call, text or email saying, "Arrived Safely. Ship has come to rest in harbor," because I'm typically the other half of this team that does that sort of thing. So, I will pretend that I've heard all is well, and skip over the unknowns to the things that I do know.
Our new babysitter arrived this morning. I think the girls are going to have a lot of fun with her, but the two little ones were sleeping when I left, so I hope they remember meeting her last month. I hope they get to do a lot of projects and baking and splash pad stuff while I'm at work.
As with all transitions, money becomes a serious issue. Especially when you've got deposits and first month rent due before the first paycheck rolls in. We're lucky to have Jonathan around. He's always ready to chip in and help out, so hopefully we'll weather this next bumpy transition.
I was happy to sing in choir yesterday and share a bit of our spiritual walk with Mom and Dad Howell. It was Tanner's farewell choir performance until September, and I'm sure the rest of the Chem E singers will miss him. He's a little sad to be leaving behind some amazing mentors, so it is nice to know that he will be back!
Kate is suffering the most out of the girls. She is the most aware of the length of a week, and so, today, when I dropped her off at school she had a hard time putting a smile on her face. Though, I think the promise of buying a HARDBACK book at the bookfair put some spunk into her. That single word makes me excited that I might have a fellow bibliophile on my hands. I try not to get too excited because I know she's got a lot of growing and changing to do before her likes and dislikes will be fully established. All of that to say, if you feel the urge to pray for our family, please, give a special prayer for Kate.
Reagan and Georgianna had their share of tears, too. They kept begging for "one last hug", so they are not immune to the departure either. I hope that I can give them enough "new" adventures to keep them from becoming too morose.
In just a few weeks, Emily will join us and then our summer adventures will take off full steam ahead. So far we have a Six Flags trip planned complete with a decadent shopping trip to one of the world's largest outlet malls, swimming lessons, bowling, more swimming, a beach trip and at least one visit to Kemah. Should be a summer with packed weekends. I read somewhere that between the ages of 4 and 12, mini-vacations make more of an impression on kids than the big, expensive ones, so we're working on taking lots of mini-trips. It has something to do with memory receptors...I won't bore you with details...so, those our plans in our a little saga of Life Without Father. I'll let you know how it goes.
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