Boys will be boys

Last night I came upstairs from work and my husband was having a melt down.  I asked him what was wrong and he had told me his day started rough that he got Kyle in the shower this morning and then went about his business.  Ron said he would pass the hallway and could hear nothing but water running from the bathroom, so he knocked on the door and woke Kyle up from his shower and told him to get out.  The shower shut off but there was no sign of Kyle after a while of waiting Ron knocked on the door again to wake Kyle up from the bathroom floor.  Apparently he wrapped himself in a towel and laid back down to sleep.  He told Kyle to go get dressed.  After a while Kyle came back up with dirty clothes on.  Ron had to send him back up stairs to put on clean clothes.  Kyle came back up stairs.  Ron had to send him back down for sock and shoes.  Kyle came back up stairs.  Ron had to send him back down for shoes.  Ron then told him to eat breakfast, Kyle had no problems with that.  Kyle quickly finished breakfast and Ron told Kyle to take his medicine.  Kyle turned on the TV.  Ron had to ask Kyle to take his medicine again.  Kyle took his medicine.  Kyle again sat down in front of the TV.  Ron asked Kyle to brush his teeth.  Ron asked Kyle to brush his teeth.  Kyle brushed his teeth.  Ron asked Kyle to comb his hair and to get to the neighbors house for his ride.  Ron asked Kyle to comb his hair and to get to the neighbors for a ride.  Golly, am I repeating myself?  Kyle skipped his hair and went to the neighbors house.  When Ron got home from work he asked Kyle if he had done his homework?  Kyles answer was  guess what...no  Ron told him he had better get on on it, and clean his room and do his chores.  Well... Shall I go over how that went.  Probably something similar to the morning.  When does this end?  

Dancing and dancing and dancing and dancing..and dancing

Today I attended a dance competition in which I sat in a high school gymnasium and watched little girls compete in dances comprised of  groups, duets and single dancers.  I watched hundreds of little dancers tap, twist and thrust, some of which were cute, funny, amazing, forgot their part, and oh my goodness I did not know that the human body could do that feelings were going through my head.  

It made me think on how a simple dance can make you feel; angry, in love, sexy, polluted, joyous, simple, young, old, etc.  Some of these girls would really get into the dance showing absolute enthusiasm and joy as they floated across the gym floor, and some looked as if every move was painful to get through and they were not sure what or why they were doing this dance but then you looked over to the side to see their mothers living through their child giving them subtle reminders of the next move and telling them to remember to keep a smile on their face.  

There was a beautiful little girl who was in quite a few dances and it made me think of the countless hours she must spend dancing, how much she must practice every move to perfection, and all of her many costumes that have been sewn and altered on her behalf and the money that had to have been spent in order for her to look and be amazing to reach the big trophies and to be named the "dancing queen". 

 This also made me think of a day many months ago that I attended a small dance class with my niece Brecken , I believe it was her second class and she was still getting used to following directions.  Brecken loved her pretty little tutu that she got to wear and swooshed it back and forth as she twisted her hips.  The dance teacher was teaching the class a dance and you could see these darling 3 and 4 year old children trying their best to follow this sweet and patient teacher.... well all of them were following her except Brecken.  Brecken was in her spot with bright eyes and a look of wonderment choreographing her own dance of leaps, rolls and silly faces that looked nothing like what the class was doing, and doing it like no one was watching,  but loving every minute of it.  It made me think that if we could only dance like no one was watching or no one cared what would our dance be like?

My Brothers and Sister

I never thought it would be so hard being so far away from my family.  I really cherish what little time I am able to spend with them.  This picture was taken Thanksgiving.  It is such a rarity that all 5 of us are able to get together at the same time, and we enjoyed every minute of it.  During that time my brother Nathan and my sister Sarah both blessed their babies.  Since then my brother Brian adopted 2 sweet little boys and my brother Ben and his wife are expecting a baby this summer.  5 new nieces and nephews in less than a year how blessed we are.

Silly Lilly and Elye

Today in church the speaker was talking about death and related a story about his dog.  He said it was the best dog in the world and said that he was mourning the loss of his precious pet.  It made me think about my dogs and how much joy they bring to our family.  Elye is so mellow and loving his favorite place in the house is in the bathroom under the shower curtain or any room where there are people.  Elye loves everyone he loves to greet everyone at the door with a friendly lick--that not every one appreciates.  Elye is mellow and very low key.  Our new dog Lily on the other hand is very hyper and inquisitive she also loves everyone... as in running jumping licking and any other spastic thing she can think of.  She is a morning person and wants to get really really wound up the second she is awake.  We have recently discovered that she will follow a laser light around the house or yard and we have been able to wear her out some by using the laser as a much needed tool. Right now with Lily we are feeling like new parents...But this too will pass.  

Why I'm going crazy

Last Sunday my dear friend Lynette called and told me about her family's tragedy.  She and her husband had gone out on Saturday and were having a great time, when he began to complain that his hand was going numb, then his leg and his face.  The next thing she knew her beloved husband had a stoke.  Lynette is now spending her days in the hospital with hopes that her dear husband will mend.  In the mean time I am doing my best to serve her the best I can.  She is my friend that I trade my fingernail appts with.  She does mine and I do hers thus my fingernails are gone.   However I am now helping her with her appointments until the end of March.  Between my clients and hers I am staying pretty busy.  Watching all of this happen with my dear friend makes me thankful every day for mine and my family's health.  I also am reminded how precious life is.

My prayer is that things will improve and at some point life will be a bit less chaotic.  I keep saying to myself I can do anything for a month, and anything for a friend.