Airplanes...

I really don't have much to say at the moment...

Jack cracked me up with his calendar update.
On the 14-15th he crossed off the soccer tournament,
{the one we still have}
and wrote in that he has baseball.
and then "no" "no" and "no" to Little Rock for soccer.
We are having some strong objections lately from Jack toward soccer.
I think this might be his last season playing.
I can't lie. I'm sort of glad he decided on his "own" sport...chose to do his own thing.
I think being the third boy, it's a good thing to have your decidedly different strengths.
Now if someone could put a stop to the endless "soccer is better" "baseball is better" arguments that would be great.

Jared told me he liked my shirt this morning and I punched him in the arm.
In my defense, I thought he was kidding.
He wasn't.
It was sweet.
(not me punching him in the arm, him complimenting me)
He's as sarcastic as I am...it was hard to tell...

Jared is becoming more and more fun to hang out with...
he's a good guy.
Crazy when your kid becomes more grown-up like and less kid like.
I'm sad I only get him here another three years.
I can't think about it because it makes me cry.

Lack of sleep also makes me weepy.
Such a bad combination.
I haven't been sleeping well because I'm stressed I think.
I'm not really sure...
I don't normally get this stressed about anything.

I've moved when I was nine months pregnant with a four year old,
when the boys were 11mos, 3, and 7 we moved across the country,
I've moved with toddlers,
and while it made the unpacking more challenging.
Moving my teenager is just almost more than I can take...
Pulls at my heart...and makes me question our decisions.

(That and selling the house always stresses me out a bit)

sigh.
It will all be fine....
in the meantime
I finished my tiny cross stitch.
(Erin quit looking if you're not suppose to see it)
...totally enjoyed it.