Another morning, another day

Oh, how I love an early summer, Texan morning.  You wake up blinking in the bright sunlight at around 6:30am.  There's no sleeping late unless you have black out curtains because that big ball of yellow is doing its very best to wish you a cock-a-doodle-do day.  I feel sorry for people staying in hotels during this time of year because they always pull the black out curtains to shut out the early morning, so they miss out on an authentic Texan day.  If you ever come to visit, make sure you reserve at least one day of being awakened by the sun.  There's no stumbling around trying to recover from a bad night of sleep.  It's just, hey!  wake up!, it's moooorrrrning! And you really can't be that perturbed about it because it's that fuzzy, yellow guy up in the sky doing all the waking, and he's real friendly.

That's how this morning was.  No alarm clock, just Mr.Sun.  I opened the doors and windows to let the warm summer air slip through the house.  It wasn't much colder outside than inside, but the outside smells are delicious this time of year.  Practically everything is blooming, wisteria, hibiscus, crepe myrtle, honeysuckle.  The scents perfume the house and prep you for the day.  I'm sure without air conditioning the afternoon would feel oppresive, but that's why I'm glad I live in the 21st century.  I can enjoy the heat and the sun without suffering from it.  I do wonder, in the event of an apocalypse if I would be better of in tropcial climate, but then, Texas is so incredibly beautiful with a largely self-sufficient, we-can-do-this mentality, that I think I'd choose Texas of the Caymans.

Last night I had an evening filled with lessons, so we didn't eat dinner till almost seven.  I let the girl watch Garfield.  I'm not sure why they are so fascinated with that cartoon, but they just love Garfield.  Tanner was busy all evening, so we didn't get to talk to him at all.  He get's this Friday off, so the he'll be coming home early.  The girls don't know, and we're saving it as a surprise for them.  Kate has it in her mind that she'll see Daddy on Saturday.  She'll be pleasantly surprised when Tanner walks in on Thursday evening.

I'm still stunned at having a babysitter/nanny taking care of the girls.  The house was clean AGAIN when I came home.  It makes me sort of wish that I had hired her for every single day of the week.  It's wonderful to come home and not be faced with a couple of hours of house work.  Usually the girls completely wreck the house.  Their toys and food and clothes are everywhere, and it takes me a good hour or two to get it picked up, and then there is all the laundry and vacuuming, dinner and making sure the girls have done their homework and practiced their instruments.  The last few days have been luxurious.  I come home and I can skip all the cleaning part and just launch into dinner, homework and practice.  It's a huge releif.  Unfortunately, she only comes three times a week, so there are the other two days to weather.  This is one of them...I wonder what will greet me at the door.

Tomorrow morning is going to be very exciting.  They are going to implode a building here in College Station!  Whoop!  It's the old Plaza Hotel on the corner of Texas and University.  I think I"ll drag the girls out of bed to watch it.  After all, how often do you get to see a building implode in real time?  Usually I watch them on television, and it's been on my bucket list to watch one in person.  Super excited for the morning, though I'm not looking forward to the traffic once it's all over.  The side streets are going to be crazy since they're closing Texas Ave until 8:00am.  I still haven't figure out how to get Kate to school.

She made me very proud.  She recieved the Class Bookworm Award and the Exceptional Honor Student Award at school.  She has worked so hard this year, and I have been amazed at her progress.  We've got a bit of work to do with arithmetic, but I'm confident she'll get a good grasp of it this summer.

Reagan is still our sunshine.  She is the first to snuggle me when I'm sad.  She's trying to figure out how to tell a joke, and it's hilarious just watching her eyes roll to the side as she tries out a new knock, knock joke.  Unfortunately she gets the punch lines mixed up so she'll say, "knock.." who's there? "orange." orange who?  "knock. knock"  who's there?  "orange."  orange who? knock.  knock" who's there?  "apple"  apple who?  "aren't you glad I said apple?"

Georgi's latest fete in crazy dexterity...believe it or not, nothing.  She seems to have settled down to spinning super fast and out running her sisters.  I'm sure, once summer is in full swing and swimming is part of the norm, we'll have an interesting time of it, but until then, I'm glad for the breather.  She has only cut her hair once this month.  I consider that a huge improvement though she has now taken to cutting paper: every bit and scrap, so if there is something important I have to make sure it is up and out of her reach.

That's the family update so far.  I'm going to have a lovely summer day today.  I might day dream a bit at work since I have a window.  I hope you enjoy yours, whatever the weather, whatever the hour!

One more night...

Continuing the saga from where I left off, work ended smoothly enough.  I gathered my things and headed out the door.  Unfortunately there was no waiting car for me.  I stood around and frowned, wondering...where is Jonathan?  I thought about calling him, but he doesn't have a cell phone.  I pondered for a bit, and then the resourceful me kicked into high gear and I decided to walk home even though it was 95 and I was wearing pants and a t-shirt.  I figured if I could avoid the direct sun as much as possible, then I could make it to Muldoon's Coffee House, grab a cup of ice cold water and an iced latte and then make it up the hill to our houase.

As a side note, Muldoon's makes the best cappuccinos in town.  They taste like the ones you get in Italy in the evening after you've ordered pizza.  Yum.

Anyway, back to the walk.  I made it, as this blog proves.  I walked all the way down Texas Avenue in hopes of seeing a little white van hurtling down the road in justified panic.  No such event occurred.  I crawled into Muldoons and swallowed a copious amount of ice water, and then splurged on an iced latte.  I figured I had earned it.  Then I proceeded to tackle the hot stretch.  The big hill doesn't have any shade, so I knew I'd have to walk 3/4 of a mile in blazing Texan sun.  I was wishing I'd brought my walking hat.  I proceeded in the time honored fashion of all Texans and began to drawl all the way up the hill.  You know, the look...I think of gunslingers.  Kneews slightly bent.  Well paced stride.  Hands loosely clasped.  All the way up the hill, down our street and up the steps into the house.  Where I discovered Jonathan fast asleep, but with dinner made.  Well, I guess that was something, so after making him squirm, I stuck an ice pack on my head as I ate a salad.

I've discovered why people like to hire a nanny for their kids.  No crying.  No bad attitudes.  No strange behavior patterns.  Just your kids waiting for you at home with stories and projects and lots of fun stuff.  I gotta say, I love it.  Not as much as I love staying home with them, but love in sense that I am thankful God has given us a good thing even if it isn't what I consider the best.  There are always blessings surrounding us, if only we would take a look and remember where and what we could be without His blessing.

So, we had dinner, I watched the girls play outside in evening sun, they devoured popsicles and came inside all hot and sweaty.  Kate practiced her splits while Reagan played her violin and Georgi jumped on everyone and climbed on top of our heads.  Then off for bath time.  Imagine their excitement when I called them over to Skype with Daddy.  Super shouts and lots of "I love you's"and air hugs and kisses, and  then Daddy had to go and the girls had bedtime.

We survived another day without Dad.

And he's off!

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.

dum, dum, da, dum!

What a roller coaster ride! Seriously, we went on roller coasters during Spring Break. Every year, we buy a family membership to some sort of attraction so that we can take the kids for weekend trips. This year, instead of getting a Houston Zoo membership, we opted for Six Flags. The worst part about this whole story is that I forgot my camera. So, there are no eye popping photos of Kate screaming her head off on the Boomerang, no tilted-crazy angled shot of Reagan and Georgi on their first experience of the log-ride; nevertheless the kids had a great time at Six Flags in San Antonio, and I think it's going to be a favorite summer destination.

Talking about summer, we are getting super excited for Tanner's internship. We still haven't found an abode for him, but we're confident that we'll be able to get something rented in the next couple of months. We're rearranging our house so that Emily has a place to sleep with hopefully minimal allergies to our cat. The girls are getting excited that someone is going to spend a WHOLE summer with them. They've got plans, like swimming and parks and bowling and Popsicles. Lots of Popsicles.

While y'all in the Northwest were experiencing snow, we were turning on the air conditioning. I just couldn't stand the 80 degrees while playing and teaching violin, of course, neither could my students, so I had a good excuse. We had to set up the kiddie pool, and the girls rummaged around for their bathing suits. It looks like the beach is definitely going to be on the list of must do things this year.

Earlier this month, we had a huge storm roll into town. Did you know that the emergency broadcasting system actually works? Yup. Turn on the radio and the little neenerneener sound occurs and then you get a weather update. Yeah, I had no idea, until I moved here that people actually rely on that annoying broadcast. To me, it has always represented a high piercing interruption to great music, and is always followed by the words, "this is a test..." Not so in Texas. They don't need tests, cuz they use it quite frequently. Like earlier this month. We were so worried that we had the girls sit in our closet (the only space in the house without outdoor walls) while wearing their bike helmets and warm clothes. We dumped water bottles and dry food rations all around them and instructed them on what they would need to do if we got hit. We really weren't sure if we were gonna get hit by a tornado. The wind was whipping around the house so hard that it was shaking and the lights kept flickering on and off. We kept hearing roars of thunder and wind and loud cracks of lightning. I called my mom and told her that just in case something happened, I wanted to make sure that she knew that we loved her. Needless to say, the storm passed, and we made it through unscathed.

We found out that almost 9 inches of rain fell in just 12 hours. We were flooded up to the bottom step of our porch, and it would have been dangerous to stand in the street because you might get swept away. You know those stories of black flood waters? I got to see them, and they are indeed black. No exaggerating there.

I do love the way storms roll into this town. They don't sweep in. They don't meander or trickle. You can actually see the clouds rolling in the sky like big huge piles of batting, and then once that all gets settled into place the whole thing wakes up and starts shaking the sky. The strangest thing is that it can be pouring down rain and still warm. There have been times when I've had to run the air conditioner during a rain storm just to keep the house under 90 degrees. It's my kind of weather. Today it's raining and about 70 and my feet are cold.

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Happy New Year!

Imagine our elation when we finally touched down in Texas on Saturday afternoon. 79F with bright blue skies and the big yellow ball that southerners call "The Sun". The girls peeled off their jackets and complained about the long pants and long-sleeve shirts that they had to wear. I have to admit that the gray skies and the rain really got to me this time around, and I felt like turning cartwheels when we landed. I restrained myself simply because I didn't want to alarm airport security.

For those of you that we missed when we visited Oregon over the holidays, we are very sorry. So many of our plans had to be put on hold when Tanner caught the flu and was out of commission for 3 days. I think it was a lesson in thankfulness for our family. We had to learn to be content with what we were able to do even if many of our plans and wishes went unfulfilled. Of course, the time we spent wasn't enough, but we have come home feeling refreshed and ready to take on the next semester.

We came home to find that Kate's fish didn't make it through our vacation. I had all three girls sobbing uncontrollably for a few minutes. I held them tight while Daddy double checked to make sure the fish was indeed dead. Then they very quietly buried the fish (the toilet just won't do for these girls). Then today after we had tumbled out of bed, we walked to the pet store to pick out a new fish. Yes, I said walk. For my dear friends and family in Oregon, I know that walking is an unthinkable thing right now unless you are in a mall, but for us, since the sun was warming our backs and the breeze was skipping along the tree tops, walking was a real option. The girls picked out a bright blue beta and promptly named it Turquoise Crystal Howell.

Spring cleaning took over from that point and right now my home smells and looks pristine. I don't expect it to last for very long, but I am enjoying the sensation for as long as it will last. We are looking forward to this summer and can't help but get excited about the the next 2 years. We are over the hump and now get to count down the semesters. If all goes well, it looks like we will have a fall 2013 graduation. Of course, we can't predict if Tanner will pass ever single class, so I say it with caution, but the feeling is dizzying. After so many years of meeting pre-requisites and trying to get into the right course track, it seems amazing that graduation could possibly be just one and a half years away.

We had so much fun at the beach last weekend that we decided to go again! The second time around is much easier since we'd already found all of the beach toys and boogie boards and umbrellas.

It's usually about 10 degrees cooler in Galveston, so it's also a nice break from the heat, and boy have we been breaking records in the Brazos Valley. Last I heard we had broken 9 records in the last three weeks. No, we had SMASHED 9 records. We are having unseasonably HOT weather for June. Houston hit over 100F before July. Unheard of! Bryan/College Station has been in the upper 90's since the middle of May. Those of you that follow this blog know that in May I'm usually blogging about splash parks and walks along the river. This May it was just too hot. I'm usually talking about rubber boots and splashing through ankle deep downpours. This May it was too dry. They opened the splash parks and pools early this year because it was so hot. I'm not sure our trees will make it because the growing season never really got started. It went from fall to summer in the blink of an eye.

That should explain the beach. There is a huge difference between 85 and 95 degrees, and since I automatically wake up at 6:00am, it's not such a big jump to say, "hey, let's get in the car and go! We can be at the beach by 9:00am." So, we jump and go. Though this weekend I think we might settle for some blueberry picking. The beach is tempting, but blueberries...well, we use them. Alot. I think the blueberries will win this weekend, but next weekend...I hear the ocean calling.