So I've been a TERRIBLE blogger lately!! My excuse? Usually twice a year we go to the Scrapbooking Expo with all the girls in the fam, spend Friday scrapbooking, the night at a hotel, and the next day scrapping again (MISSED YOU, ANG). Anyway, it's a lot of fun. Since then I've been addicted to digital scrapbooking. Every chance that I'm on the computer I'm scrapping away. Why am I not sharing? Because I've decided randomly to start with 2008 (I'm way behind...) and I've already shared most of the pictures. My goal is to get caught up so that I can just scrap a couple pages every time I blog. We'll see...
Anyway, life here is busy. Trevor has to work Sun.-Tues. nights until about 10:30 pm and has school Mon.- Wed. with labs and clinicals on Thurs. & Fri. This means the kids don't get to see him from Sunday noon until Wednesday night and I don't get to see him much more than that! Life is a little crazy but Trevor's doing well in the nursing program and really enjoying it so far. The kids just love spending time with him...and when he is home, the three of them are always playing.
Here's the cool fort Trev built for the kids with the couch, love seat, and chair. The kids loved it and have requested it quite frequently. I've decided it's kind of a pain in the rear to do, so it's something special they can do when Daddy's home! (That way he can have all of the fun!)
Sweet little Brooklyn can stand up in the fort and loves that she can be faster running than her brother can crawl.
Jace & Daddy
The kids love to wrestle with their Daddy! I try to wrestle with them and it's just not the same.
Brooklyn cuddling her Dad. The kids just love their Daddy and love to spend time with him. Even though the quantity of time is not there, their definitely making up for it in quality!!
7 comments:
Cute, cute and cute! Glad to here Trev's alive and well!
Looks like fun! Just remind yourself that it will all be worth it when he is done Ü
Dads are the BEST!! Maybe it's because they get to have all the fun with the kids, and we as moms have to do all the grown up things.=)
What a schedule!!! I'm sure it is hard on Trevor too. Rob works 3 nights a week and is there for sleeping during the day most of the time, getting up, going to work for another night shift. It gets hard! Then to have school on top of that must be so hard! It looks like the kids just love it when daddy is home. Don't you just love that?!
That pic with Trevor and Brooklyn is too cute. They grow up so dang fast don't they? I had a great time with you guys at the fair, I wish it would last a bit longer!
It seems like only...yesterday...
now our son is doing the same with his kids...
This is a great real life story...
It's called: 3,900 Saturdays.
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday morning. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.
"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It's too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital," he continued; "Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities." And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3,900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part.
It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail," he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.
Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.
There's nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.
It was nice to meet you Tom. I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 year old man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."
Happy Birthday Tiff.
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