It Was A Good Morning

 The last few days were midterms and today high school had off before starting a new marking period next week.  Elementary and middle schools still had to go in and so I had an idea of taking my boy out to breakfast at a very popular diner in my area.  It was a nice treat.  Not only did he pass his tests but he's been working hard this school year and I thought taking him out for a special treat was needed.  Also, we don't get a lot of mother/son time so this was also a good reason to spend some one on one time together.  I enjoyed our conversation, which mostly consisted of politics and faith.  He's a smart young man with a good head on his shoulders.  He's made mistakes, what kid hasn't, but he learns from them and tries hard to do what is right.  I'm so proud of him!  

Oh, and the food was delicious!  He ordered chocolate chip pancakes, which ended up being huge and hard for him to finish.  I had scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast.  We left with full bellies and I definitely had a full heart.  

The Simpler Days

 Oh, how I wish I could go right back to this very moment ... 

When I had to push through the physical exhaustion from having been up throughout the night with a crying, hungry baby while helping the toddler learn all the things needed before entering the school years.  I didn't realize it then but now as I look back I consider them the simpler days.  Because both of them were completely innocent and unaware of just how evil and cruel this world is.  They only felt the comfort and love that was given to them within the four walls of our home. 

Before they knew of the sin around them and in them.  Before being faced with pressure and temptation and then unacceptence from peers when they don't follow along.  Before their hearts were broken from the bullies and wrongly influenced by friends.  Before the stress of keeping up with their grades and making sure they were taking care of all their responsibilities. 

When they looked at me with a smile believing I was the best person in the whole entire universe.  When in sweet, small voices they would tell me they love me while squeezing me tightly.  

The teenage years, although there are good things in this current stage there's also challenges I'm not sure I'm equipped for.  It's been quite a rough few days and all I can think about is the days gone by.  

The simpler days. 

Friday Is Here

 

Good morning from a frigid and snowy Pennsylvania!  

Winter is not my friend and as much as I can feel that seasonal depression setting in I'm trying my hardest to fight it.  Here we are in day 10 of the new year and it's been a slow transition back to reality after a very restful Christmas break.  The decorations are stored back in its boxes and waiting to go up to the attic and I'm slowly putting the house back together.  The kids are back to school but my son's schedule has been different this week and next because of testing.  Since 11th grade doesn't have to take the state testing 9th and 10th grade does he does not have to go in until 10:45.  It's nice having a few extra hours of quality time with him in the morning.  

I was also proud of this moment on Wednesday evening when we got to watch him perform in the high school's jazz and concert band concert.  The last time we watched him on stage with his trumpet was in sixth grade.  In seventh grade, during all of that Covid commotion, he was told to put a hole in his mask so he could play and the end of the trumpet needed a special mask too.  We all found that to be ridiculous so he dropped out of band and then he developed migraines and spent the rest of middle school in cyber.  Now he's back to in person, still getting occasional headaches, but insists on pushing through them.  The noise of band doesn't seem to bother him.  It was great seeing him back to this.  I took videos and snapped pictures while trying desperately to hold back tears.  

And this cutie went back to dance classes yesterday after a long break.  

Now that the house is quiet - hubby at work, kids at school, dog sleeping soundly on the couch - I guess it's a good time to continue on some housework.  I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.  

My prayers are with those in southern California right now.  I can't imagine how scary it feels to be in the midst of that devastation.  The homes that hold precious possessions and memories, the pets who weren't able to escape and the people who have been trapped - my heart has been heavy over this.  There's nothing else I can say.  

First Post of 2025

Happy New Year, friends!  

Let's catch up!

We rang in New Years in the comfort of our own home watching the Times Square ball drop from our television screen.  Then we went to bed after midnight and woke up later than we usually do and hung out at home before eating dinner at The Cracker Barrel all thanks to a gift card Rob received from someone at work.  This is what happens when I try to take a picture of two teenagers.  

Then it was back to school on Thursday and Friday followed by a relaxing weekend.  Now it's Monday, the start of the first full week of the year.  School is closed today and kids had to do their work from home.  Rob has also been doing his work from home.  Why?

Snow!

Today it snowed and it's still coming down.  We might not see the end until later this evening.  The kids finished up their school work and went outside to play in it for a bit.  

It would seem natural that a Siberian Husky would be excited about the snow but ours looks at it with confusion and refuses to spend too much time outside.  Most huskies will run for miles in the snow pulling a sled behind them.  But my husky would rather ...

Yes, all snuggled on the couch.  

I made the family a pancake and bacon breakfast this morning and stuck a pork roast in the crock pot for dinner.  I also made this delicious coffee cake for them to devour.  It's so delicious.  

The start of 2025 has been a slow paced one and I'm okay with that.  I've also been fighting what I think may be an ear infection but I'm too lazy to call the doctor to have it checked out.  It doesn't hurt, just feels clogged.  

As I consider a new year to be a chance to reset, I haven't really felt a desire to make any changes.  As mentioned in my last post, my word for the year is CONTENTMENT but it so quickly became quite a challenge.  We'll see if I can succeed as the year goes on.  

In 2024 I managed to write 70 posts on here.  Let's see what I can do in 2025.  I'm thinking of changing this blog up a bit with what I share and hopefully can do so more consistently.  

I hope 2025 is a year you, my reader friends, receive many wonderful blessings!