My husband asked me to marry him 10 weeks after we met. And there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he was the one. None of our parents was particularly troubled about it either, which I think is probably the most amazing part.
|one of our first dates was to the Marine Corps Ball|
We like old fashioned names.
My two daughters are named after my two grandmothers . . .
|my dad's mom Betty (in the striped dress)|
|and my mom's mom Anita|
My son Bobby is named for BOTH of my grandfathers and one
of the husband's, all of whom were named Robert.
We also like pope names. My eldest son, whom we call Jack, is named John Paul, and my second son Bobby's middle name is Benedict. But my youngest, Francis, was so named before our new pope selected his name!
|we also have an Augustine|
I'm currently putting together our homeschool group's yearbook.
|I like this photo best|
Every summer since we moved back to California from Chicago, I have gone back to Chicago to stay with my in-laws . . . with all the kids . . . for the whole summer.
Yes, my in-laws are that awesome.
The husband will fly out with us and stay for a week, then make a couple more short visits while we're there.
We miss him terribly, but I really like being out there for such a big chunk of time so that my kids can have a close relationship with both sets of grandparents. (My parents are driving distance, so the kids see them for a weekend at least once a month.)
Gramma and Papa take the kids to museums and parks and outings that we can't always get to during the school year. It's also just a really fun place to spend the summer. The kids can walk to the pool and the neighborhood park. They can do swim team and day camp and be busy most of the day without me ever having to get in the car. They love it, and it's pretty great for me too, obviously.
Because I absolutely refuse to succumb to the mom-as-chauffer, little-kids-spend-half-their-lives-in-the-car thing.
As I mentioned in my previous stuff-about-me post, I am attempting fiction writing as well as blog writing.
So far, I am finding it extraordinarily frustrating and humbling. But, I'm not quite ready to give it up. So, I'm going to spend the summer in Chicago working on writing a YA novel.
Which means I'm going to back off of the blog just a bit. Rather than posting four times per week, as I have been doing, I'm going to post three times per week. And I'm going to throw in some summer re-runs from the early days of the blog when it was mostly just my parents reading it. (Hi Mom!)
I figure if I can get a novel done I won't need to have a mid-life crisis at all, since I've already run a marathon and I've had a (bunch of) baby(ies). I really can't think of anything else I might suddenly begin to panic over not having accomplished. I can't knit yet, but old lady seems like a great time to learn that.
So thanks again to Stephanie for thinking of me!