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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Just an Update

This is a post with nothing too significant. I have just frozen one moment in time. These moments, though insignificant right now, become treasured memories with time. I have also included the picture below. It is of our family about 3 years ago. As I look at the picture, I notice so much more than I did at the time. I notice how my children are posing. Three years ago those expressions were normal for who they are.  But now as they have grown a bit, I see those poses as precious reminders of who they were and who they have become. I love blogging and capturing the normal life that, with time, turns into the memories that make up my life.



Stafford goes to babysitting at the community center Mon, Wed, and Friday.  There is an Italian woman, and an Indian woman that watch the kids and their substitute is a English woman.  I'm quite certain they are all first generation immigrants.  There are very few children that attend.  It is often only 3-4 other kids in there with them.  They do crafts, story time and gym time.  The other regulars are first generation Russians.  The Italian woman thought we were related to the Russians because of our coloring.  I think they think all blond hair blue eyed people look alike.  :) 

Warrick attends full day Senior Kindergarten on Monday and Wednesday and every other Friday.  So though he couldn't attend Kindergarten in Utah, here he can and next year he would be entering into first grade, or grade one as they say.  Last year he could have attended Junior Kindergarten, but jeez that seems young.  Stafford and I like having him around so we don't mind if he has a little "sniffle" and needs to spend time at home that day.

Porter does not like to be late and if he's not early, then he's late.  There have been days when he is decked out in his backpack, parka, boots and gloves for 30 minutes before it is time to go to school, but he's ready.  He loves recess and gym.  His teacher, Ms. Muzzatti is a blessing.  She is sweet and gives Porter the reassurance that she cares.  He excels for her and wants to do what is right.  His reading has improved incredibly and often comes home excited with small tales of the day.

Christian just returned from his first Chess tournament.  He is in the chess club with his friend down the street, Druve.  He was excited to get out of school and travel to another school for the entire day.  He has fallen head over heals with the Percy Jackson series.  I have never seen him read like this.  It is fun for me to see and I'm glad that author is making lots of money - he deserves it for creating such a huge desire to read in this 10 year old.

I have been in bed SUPER SICK for the past 8 days.  It has been miserable for everyone and I'm still digging us out of the mess as well as still coughing and drizzling.  It is at times like this that I wish we weren't so often the new family in the neighborhood.  It is at times like this that I long for that friend that knows me so well that she knows that a pot of soup or a quick vacuum of my living room would mean the world to me.  Unfortunately, it is hard to find that friend when you are new.  I've been new a lot and I miss that friend.  I miss the support and the sisterhood and at times like this, I also miss my mom.  Sometimes as a mom, you need a mom.  You need a pot of soup that you didn't cook, but more than anything, you need to feel that you're not alone.

Glenn has been sick too.  I only remember one other time in our married life that he has taken off work for being sick.  He said this is the sickest he has remembered being since having the chicken pox as a 12 year old.  We think we had the swine flu, but either way, it was brutal. 

Often times when my kids are sick they ask why Heavenly Father would make them sick.  They ask why there is even sickness in the world.  These are deep questions and I'm not sure that I have the answers to them, exactly, but I do know that I cherish my health more after something like this.  I cherish the little things.  You must know sickness to fully comprehend wellness, right?  You must know despair to understand hope, sadness to know happiness.  So though I wouldn't hope to experience H-21,N-34 ever again, I'm reminded to be thankful.

4 comments:

azandersens said...

Sorry you've been sick, Kal. I always get so sad for my mom and for my grandma and grandpa when I'm sick (they always took care of me when I was home sick and my mom was at work). I know how it is to be new (and old) and need that friend. Too bad I don't live in Canada (in the summer) and you don't live in AZ (in the winter). Maybe we could work something out? Glad your little boys didn't get it (knock on wood).

Kelly said...

THanks Hal, it would be so great to live close. I would love that. I'll see what I can arrange.

Jody said...

I know exactly what you mean. I, too, am always the new person and there are times when it really stinks! This past year I have felt that way a lot, and I really feel for you. I wish I was closer and I could help out! Hope you guys feel better soon!

Kelly said...

Jody, it would be great to live by you guys again.