A lot has changed

A lot has changed since I last wrote on this blog. And even more has changed since I wrote regularly on this blog. The move was a biggie, but really the most defining moment of the last 3 years was when we learned what we were facing with Leah. Since that time, we've learned more and more, struggled, cried, laughed, triumphed, screamed, loved, hugged, wept, conquered and a million more things. And other things in life have gone on. Her life and ours did not end there: Nicholas has chosen to be a follower of Jesus and be baptized. Leah won 2nd place in the San Antonio Bike Rodeo. They both have straight A's for the last 2 years. We went on a 2 week family vacation to Disney World - something that 2 years ago, I would have never dreamed we could have done. We bought a house in San Antonio. I turned 40 - yikes! Nicholas is gone to Children's Camp this week for the 2nd time. We've made new and dear friends who accept us and our children exactly where we are and who we are -- so thankful for this! This blog is no longer what I orginally set out for it to be. During that season of my life, it was a place to journal my children's funny stories and sometimes to contemplate life issues. Things have changed. I've changed. In some ways for the better: I think I'm less judgemental than I once was; I no longer feel I have any parenting advice to offer; I'm better able to "stop and smell the roses"; I've learned how to say "no" to things that don't matter. In essence, maybe I've "grown up." Or gotten old...could be either or maybe both on some days. I no longer care who reads this blog or how often (obviously since I haven't posted in a sweet forever!) But this is a place for me to reflect my feelings and thoughts on this journey of our life. A journey that will take us many places that we don't want to go and some places that we would have surely missed out on by not embracing what our life is instead of what it isn't. And isn't that what all of us have to do?

There's a baby on the way....

Nicholas is going to have a baby brother in early June and he is so excited!!

His birthmom and her husband are expecting their first baby and we are all looking forward to meeting this sweet little one. Nicholas is just excited that he will have a brother even though he won't live with us! The kids and I had fun buying gifts for the baby last week and Nicholas picked out something extra special just from him. My kids think it's perfect that they each will have a brother and sister now - one that they live with and one that they get to visit and not have to deal with each day!

This really says it all

I'm copying something from the website www.thebipolarchild.com because it pretty much sums up our life right now. I've avoided discussing the struggles we have because really who wants to be around a Debbie Downer and sometimes I too just want to escape into discussions of the latest American Idol or the price of gas.

But, this is reality right now. And well, sometimes reality stinks. Life isn't always rainbows and sunshine. Sometimes life is just tough.

This is a long read, but for those of you who are interested in where we are right now, this is it (more or less)

The Bipolar Child Newsletter
November, 2006 Vol. 23
In Honor of Mothers and Fathers of Bipolar Children


--Janice Papolos and Demitri F. Papolos, M.D.
In our book, and in almost every newsletter we write, we talk constantly about the burdens that parents of children with bipolar disorder must shoulder and overcome, all the while attempting to make decisions with the clinicians who work in an area of medicine that is still in its infancy.

But we've never composed a stand-alone list that lets others look at what the parents must grapple with and withstand--in all its stark and disturbing reality.

This list, sadly, cannot even be described as "exhaustive or complete," but as Mother's Day approaches, and Father's Day is just a calendar turn away, the parents coping with a child (or children) with bipolar disorder deserve special recognition and honor for their enormous valor as they:

Look at a very young and much-loved child with a nagging fear that something is seriously wrong.
Feel the external world bearing down on them, advising them to take multiple parenting classes or to tune into Nanny 911. Feel infantilized and ashamed as people offer up criticism and advice.
Accept that they need help from a professional, but feel a stranglehold of fear.
Come to learn that there are only 4,101 child psychiatrists in the entire United States--many wary of making this diagnosis.
Watch their child and other siblings besieged by an illness for which there is little diagnostic or treatment consensus in the field of psychiatry.
Receive multiple diagnoses such as ADHD, OCD, ODD, PDD, anxiety disorder, or simple depression.
Come to accept that the child has a very serious psychiatric illness and make the agonizing decision to begin a trial of medications (if they can find a psychiatrist who can treat their child, or who has open hours).
Read the package inserts of medications which list possible side effects, as well as frightening black-box labels, and watch apprehensively for any signs of serious trouble such as lithium toxicity, tardive dyskinesia, Stevens-Johnson syndrome, new-onset type-II diabetes, or pancreatitis.
Attempt to explain to a child how the doctor is trying to help and what the medications are going to do; subsequently they watch their child experience distressing early side effects that include nausea and diarrhea and severe drowsiness; or worse, the paradoxical effects that produce the opposite reaction of what the drug is being used to treat.
Deal with the disillusionment of a failed medication trial and explain to that child why those pills didn't work and tell him or her: "We're going to try something else," knowing that they may have to repeat that phrase a number of times and thus begin a new round of side effects.
Have to get a child who has a needle phobia to a lab for a blood draw to determine drug levels. (This experience alone could turn one's hair grey.)
Watch children's weight balloon upward and their self-esteem plummet as they take certain medications that can be very effective, but that may also cause weight gain.
Become an all too familiar face at the pharmacy, experiencing shock at the cost of each prescription.
Have to suffer the ignorance of people in the media, who--in a cavalier manner--discuss over-diagnosis and over-medication. Moreover, these parents hear certain clinicians in the field publicly utter insulting sound bites such as: "This is an easy way for parents to let themselves off the hook;" or "This is simply the diagnosis du jour."
Have to listen to the word "No!" from a child one hundred times each morning, but be unable to assert the parental "No" as it will predictably trigger a meltdown.
Suffer the physical abuse of a child raging out of control, and experience crippling shame because they can't manage their own child.
Are set adrift in a house that has become a war zone.
Deal with feelings that alternate from extreme anger at the child to the most unbelievable yearning to help that child, from anger at the outside world for failing to realize what is happening to them, to exhaustion in trying to deal with the child with some modicum of equanimity.
Become perplexed that their child often does well in the outside world, only to return to the safe harbor of home to rage at a parent (most often the mother), leading to the suspicions of outsiders that "Something must be going on in that household, and with that woman;" or "She seems so nice, but you never really know people;" or "He can keep it together at school, so he must be a very manipulative kid.
Have to mount a siege each school-day morning simply to get a child suffering a sleep/wake reversal up and out to school.
Hesitate to answer a phone, afraid that it will be the vice-principal in charge of disciplinary action calling to report an "incident" at school.
Come close to earning a degree in educational law so as to work with the school system. Keep in constant contact with the teachers and psychologist or aide in order to assess what's working and where yet another accommodation may help.
Waylay careers and reduce household income so a parent can stay at home to deal with the child and spend hours at doctors' and therapists' and tutors' offices.
Experience the heartbreak of knowing that their child is rarely invited to birthday parties. Conversely, if he or she is invited, the event might be overstimulating thus provoking some kind of meltdown, and effectively putting an end to any such celebrations in the future.
Fear that their child will become aggressive with kids on the playground or in the neighborhood, thus earning disdain and a cold shoulder from the other parents.
Want the world to understand, but fear that the stigma will further isolate the child and their family.
Attempt to explain the almost inexplicable to the siblings, and to help them cope with the chaos in the household. Feel overwhelming guilt that the family is always fractured as one parent goes to a soccer game while the other stays home with the unstable child; or that a rare dinner at a restaurant devolves into an embarrassing, abruptly-ended event as parents race the child and siblings home and away from disapproving diners.
Are paralyzed if a child becomes manic and hypersexual and says inappropriate things or makes inappropriate gestures.
See their marriages become shaky as the stress of coping with this illness leaves parents little time to relate to each other and most conversations begin to center around the problems of their ill child.
Listen with horror as their child screams, "I don't want to live anymore;" or "I'd be better off dead."
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It is hard to fathom how these parents get through a day. Their reality is simply unimaginable to the outside world, and their lives--until their children are stable--are a virtual stew of guilt and powerlessness, anxiety, fear, uncertainty, confusion, blame, and shame. These are feelings that most of us would do anything to avoid, but all are feelings that a family who lives with bipolar disorder must endure for months and years at a time.

And yet, we see family after family find the help, learn to cope, steady their footing, and move on with their lives. And then we see them turn around and offer a lifeline of information and support to others who must walk the same path, only now no longer alone.


This is where we are right now. It is not where we will stay. Lance and I are very committed to doing the best we can for Leah and Nicholas. We have been entrusted with them and will do everything in our power and ability to give them the best chance in life.

We are not alone in our struggles. We all struggle with something -- some have very public struggles and some have private ones. Sometimes we keep things private that could be lightened by sharing with someone else and that is where I am today. I need to lighten my load.

Date night!

Tonight, Lance and I got to enjoy an evening out together! Yippee!

We went to see The Lincoln Lawyer, which I highly recommend. Good story and makes me want to read the book now.

We haven't always been good about getting a babysitter and making time for the two of us, but we are learning. This is something we have to make time for - we both needed it and it recharges me so much!!

Looking thru a peephole

Right now, I'm only looking thru a peephole at life. I can only see a very small part of God's plan for Leah. I can only see the immediate frustration and challenges. I want to be able to see thru a telescope or binoculars and see the future. I want to see that hard work now will pay off later for her. But I can't. I have to trust God that he will lead us thru with just a peephole and a tiny little flashlight illuminating only moment to moment. This is the way we really should always live - in the moment - since that is all we really have anyway. But, when times are hard, we long for the future. I want to learn from the moment, I want to learn from the pain even when I don't think I can take it anymore.

I stopped blogging last year because of pain and changes that entered my life. Some of them were good changes -- a new church! and new friends! Some were hard changes - a move, moving away from sweet friends, but that is life - CHANGE!

We received a devastating diagnosis for our sweet daughter this year -- she has been diagnosed with bi-polar disease, ADHD, and anxiety. She was 5 when she was diagnosed. Five years old and facing very hard and very difficult things. Things I would take from her in a moment if I could. Lance and I have mourned deeply for her and for us. Mourned for the things that aren't and that may never be for her. We've cried, we've screamed, we've been frustrated. We've also tried to learn, comfort, and grow thru this experience. Some days, we've been very successful and can see much progress. And some days, like the last 2 weeks, we've done the best we can but failed miserably. But last night, I was inspired by another mother....

Nicholas is in Cub Scouts and their theme this month is compassion. A 23 year old young man who has the mental capacity of a 7 year old and his mother came and spoke to the scouts last night about their journey and I quietly wept thru the entire thing. She spoke of the heartache when they received a diagnosis that would change their lives forever, she told of the grieving, the praying, the drs visits and then she spoke of all the blessings that have come into their life because of the journey they are on. Her son is going to the Special Olympics this summer in Greece as a member of the softball team. Her boy who wasn't supposed to live past the age of 6 is now an employee at HEB and living alone in his own apartment and more than anything she said is that her son is the happiest person she knows. Her love and attitude spoke volumes to me. She gave me hope on a day when I really had little left.

We are only beginning our journey -- I feel like we are really still in the mourning phase, but someday, I want to be what that mother was to me last night. I want to inspire and give hope to someone else who needs it.

Back to Reality

Waa...waa....waaa....

After 10 days off, it's back to work tomorrow. I know it won't really be that bad....it's just the thought of it that I'm not looking forward to and the 1,000,000 emails that will be waiting...

We had a great vacation and it was soo good to get out of town and see something different. We enjoyed some awesome fireworks in Plano, played at Schlitterbahn and Canyon Lake, and Lance and I even got to dance at Gruene Hall - fabulous week!

Hopefully, Lance can get some pictures uploaded for me to share this week!

The $50 Wallet

So, we are having the allowance discussion at our house again.

We had discontinued the allowance for awhile and now are considering going back to it.

My thought was that N would earn $3/week since he will be in third grade this year and that L would earn $.75/week since she'll be in kinder.

Turns out both of the kids disagree with that amount. L of course thinks she should get the same as N (oh, the drama of being the youngest!) And surprisingly, N also thinks she should get the same. Hmmmm. That really surprised me, but I must say it also delighted me.

Lance and I are going to have to take it under advisement. I still think he should get more since he is older and has more responsibilites than her. If you can count clearing his dishes, taking out the trash, and keeping his room a step away from the trash dump as huge responsibilites. She has the same responsibilites as he, but still requires a bit of parental help to actually accomplish her chores.

So, the wallet.....

N is participating in a 2 week acting camp right now --- he is playing The Wizard in a production of The Wizard of Mars --- it's sort of a mash-up of Life on Mars and The Wizard of Oz. I can't wait to see the performance and he's learned alot about memorizing lines, blocking, set design, and more! All in all a great experience.

But, there is another boy in his group, Stuart. And Stuart seems a wee bit more wordly wise than my boy. Stuart claims he owns some special quarter that there are only 20 of the in the U.S. and he owns all of them.....he's offered to sell one to N for only $5. I told N that I thought it was a trick. Then yesterday, N comes home with a wallet. Up until this point, all his money has stayed in his banks, only to come out when going to buy a specific item. But, Stuart evidently needed money to buy a snowcone yesterday and so he convinced N to buy his wallet (an Incredible Hulk one at that). He told N that the wallet cost $50. Of course, N didn't have $50 and coincidently the small snowcone cost $.75 and so N bought the wallet for that amount. Stuart got his snowcone and N got a used Incredible Hulk wallet. Not sure who got the better deal there!

I want both kids to learn about saving, spending, giving early in life so that any mistakes they make are on a small scale and not financially devastating. And so, I observe and offer my opinion when asked. And act really surprised and excited when a little boy shows me his first wallet. Wow, he's growing up!

The Mr. Men Show

So, has anyone out there seen the Mr. Men Show? You know all 3 of my readers?!?


This is a show my kids have discovered this summer and I have to say, I enjoy it too. Funny, how I can make time for folding laundry when this show comes on. Is it wrong to admit that I, a 38 year old mom, likes cartoons?

What I like about this show is that there are these very unique characters (although they are pretty one-dimensional) and yes, some are women. Just a few of my favorites:

Miss Chatterbox --- this is L when she's had a nap. She doesn't even take a breath between sentences if you can call them that. I'm not sure there is even a comma or period anywhereit'sjustamashofwordsallrunningtogetherandheavenhelptherestofusifwewanttosayanythingatall. I think her brain must be running at warp speed when this happens. Although, I have to admit that when she's like this, it's one of my favorites 'cause she's happy and she comes up with the cutest things!

Mr. Rude --- typical boy stuff -- bodily functions/noises

Mr. Quiet --- he's speaking so quietly you can't hear him and it's usually a perilous situation where you really wish he would yell out, "THERE'S A BUS HEADED RIGHT TOWARD US!"

Mr. Stubborn --- 'cause which of us hasn't been this a time or two in our lives. Rain is falling from the sky and we keep saying, "There is no rain out here. It's not going to rain today at all."

So, my advice, watch it sometime. It will make you laugh out loud. Or at least I do. Maybe I'm trying to recapture my youth.

Fine, Whatever

Dear L,

How did you come up with the expressions you are now using on a daily basis? When asked to do something you don't want to do, you pause and then say, "Fine. Whatever."

I know Daddy and I do not say these words together, with the same tone of voice and context with which you so do. I'm not sure how your 5 year old self found this language that I had hoped wouldn't arrive until you were 13 or at least 10.

Please, my darling girl, please tell me that you are simply getting the teen language and attitude out of the way early and that you will be a delight to your father and I during your teen years.

If in fact, you are going to deal us greater misery, don't bother to tell us.

I don't think we can handle it.

Love,
Momma

Where do I begin?

So, it's been awhile. 4 months maybe. I probably don't have any readers left. Things here got busy and the blog had to be put on the shelf for awhile, but hopefully it won't have to be reshelved that long again. But, I also noticed some of my favorite blogs have been shelved some as well --- life gets busy and it's hard to maintain, but it's something I really want to return to. This blog is really the only journal I have and something I want to look back on and remember this phase of life.

Moving to a new city. What can I say? The adjustments continue....I never dreamed this time last year that we'd still be adapting at this point. But, I have to say, other than missing daily conversations with dear friends and my previously extremely flexible job, we really like San Antonio!

The highlights here:

a GREAT school for N --- I thought Forest Ridge was a great school in College Station, but it had nothing on our school here ---- fantastic! N had straight As all year with 95 being the lowest and the best part was his much improved behavior. It must be all the maturity that comes with being 8.

Great new friends for me. My biggest hesitation in the move to SA was having to start over with friends. That has actually been the easiest thing for me; I have a wonderful group of ladies who have embraced me and I so look forward to time with them. Just a few weeks ago we had a girl's night out that was awesome. We laughed and were completely obnoxious in one moment and were discussing deep theology in the next. These gals "get" me and we are travelling the momma road together.

A great place for Lance to serve. Things had gotten hard and discouraging in College Station for him and it was obvious things were only going to get worse. Lance is enjoying a renewed energy and passion for ministry and doing so in such a positive, loving environment here.

We finally sold our College Station house in May --- never dreamed it would take that long. We've decided to stay in our rental house one more year to build back up our savings after almost a year of "double" house payments. While I'm not crazy about the 1990 era wallpaper in this house and the vinyl floors with wood pattern, it's plenty big and will do until we can find something that is ours.

L turned 5 in March and we are now counting the days with her until Kinder begins. She is writing very well and has begun spelling simple words and we know she will LOVE big-kid school!

So, hopefully, you'll hear from me again before October and I can get back to telling the story of our lives!

The Newlywed game and more!

Over the weekend, we had lots of social engagements. We are oh, so popular! :)

Friday night, was a play at Churchill High School featuring 3 of the youth from our church. It was very well done even though we had to leave at intermission. L just could.not.make.it.all.the.way.thru. Possible reason why? It was not High School Musical, which is now her favorite! Is she 4 or 12?

Saturday, after I did my early 6am breakfast making and bathroom helping with the 4 y.o., I went back to bed and slept until 10! Then I woke up and read in bed until 11! It was nice!!

Saturday night, we had fun at a friends house with guys vs. girls pictionary and The Newlywed game. Lance and I were the 2nd longest married couple there and it's hard to believe, but had forgotten some of the details from our dating days. We didn't come in last place, but definitely not first either! It was a great time complete with homemade sushi from our Korean friends and lots of French goodies from our French friends. It's amazing how international our group is -- although, there are also plenty of good ole Texans! It's fun to have new friends and learn crazy things about them!

And of course, Sunday! The Saints finally win! What an awesome thing for the Saints' fans who never gave up! We celebrated with our youth and college and it was fun to see how little some of them knew about football. And how MUCH some of them cared.

All in all, a great weekend of fun!

Runaway

Are mommas allowed to run away? 'Cause I'm considering it... not permanently of course, but maybe for 2 or 24 hours.

Lance has been out of town since Sunday and this momma is worn down. The first half of the week was quite relaxing and down right enjoyable. No need to feel compelled to cook dinner. PB&J and mac n cheese work quite nicely thankyouverymuch. Lots of books, and some TV time. After all, it has been raining for DAYS. I can't remember the last time we saw the sun.

But by last night, I was over the single momma routine. Since L was still awake and fighting sleep at 11pm, I was envisioning an entire night awake with her. And you know how when you aren't sleeping and then you panic, 'cause you're not sleeping and so then, you can't relax and you surely won't get any sleep then. Well, that was me last night. And after having been awakened at 5am by crying cats, I was a wee bit desperate for the sleep.

L has decided she doesn't like anyone or anything, she doesn't have any fun toys and everyone is mean to her. Hmmm...with an attitude like that, I can certainly see why everyone is being mean to her. And if I weren't her momma and love her like crazy....

So, tonight, Lance gets home. If you see me with my purse, fleeing our home for a few hours, you'll know, I did run away.


But I will come home.



Maybe.



Just kidding.

All I want for Valentine's Day is.....

my two front teeth, my two front teeth, my two front teeth.

Just when I thought he couldn't get any cuter, this happens!

The Derby

Last night, was the pinewood derby for N's cub scout troop! This is the car he designed and painted. The only thing Lance did for him was cut it out (by the design N gave him) and help him attach the weights! The painting and everything else was done by N. He was very proud! And so were we!

I've always thought N was adorable, but I must confess, I think he's even more adorable these days with his missing top tooth. The grown-up tooth is peeking thru so it won't be long that he'll have this toothy grin. But when you combine it with his freckles, well, it just does me in. This boy is likely to get away with a little more (at least with his mom!)

Geaux Saints!

In honor of my Louisiana heritage, I have to give a BIG SHOUT OUT to the New Orleans Saints. The Cowboys have always been #1 in our house while growing up in Dallas and being married to a man from Dallas, but...my dad has been a faithful Saints fan for years and finally, finally, finally, there is redemption for this team and this city!! How very exciting! And they are playing the Indianapolis Colts, which just happens to be the city of my birth - very cool!

Last week, a several great moments happened at our house.

N lost his 3rd tooth - and it's one of the top front teeth, so he has that super cute smile that only 1st and 2nd graders seem to have. This tooth had been loose since last spring, so it was a long time coming!

Friday was report card day and N got straight A's again for the 2nd 9 weeks! We are so proud. And he also got all E's in conduct, except one S for music!! Yeah N! After our 1st grade struggles, 2nd grade seems to be a breeze! I think he just had to figure this school thing out.

Saturday, L had an awesome day! Those of you who know L in real life, know that she can be dramatic at times. Like, most of the time. You never have to guess what that girl is thinking, she will tell you and tell you and tell you! But on Saturday, L was a pleasant, happy child for 98% of the day and Lance and I were on cloud 9. She ended up with lots of praise and a reward for her great behavior. The best part was she knew how hard she had worked and was proud of herself. We are hoping this behavior will continue more frequently as she approaches 5!

How many different land forms do you know?

'Cause I struggled to think of even two.

I was given a quiz last night by N. He had thought of 21 different land forms...and they couldn't be bodies of water...he was very clear on that. Which meant that canal and ocean were out.

So, here's what I came up with:

island
canyon
mountain
peninsula
cliff

and with some hints, I got a few more:

desert
arch


But, I missed:

mesa
valley
ridge
mound
berm
volcano
plains
forests
craters
and a whole bunch more that just boggle my mind to think of.

Now, granted some of his were stretching a bit (is there really something called a pin, but I was amazed that a 2nd grader could come up with all the different categories he did, as well as with illustrations to go along with them.

He insisted to me that I must have learned this stuff when I was in 2nd grade and that I had just forgotten it by now, but really, I don't think I ever knew it. And it could be, that science has just never really held my attention for more than say 5 minutes. But, this boy, science is his first love. I'm beyond amazed. He knows what a butterfly's tongue is called, for goodness sake.

I write Jazz

My 4 year old, L, still has lots and lots of cute sayings and funny things she thinks are true.

Over the weekend, I was helping her write some cards for her friends. She was writing their names while I helped her spell them. And oh, it's so sweet. The big preschool capital letters that she makes. The way it takes 3 lines to write "Gracie". But after awhile, her hand got tired. Ha! So, she asked me to write some names for her. But, she didn't want me to write them like her. She wanted me to write them in Jazz. I wasn't quite sure what she meant until she demonstrated her version of "L" in jazz and I realized. Jazz is cursive!

Other funny things she's convinced are true (and it may be because I've neither confirmed nor denied her feelings): Does that make me a bad mother?!?

She thinks if she drinks juice in the bathtub and some of it drips, the bath will catch on fire. (I don't deny this, because truthfully, why does a 4 y.o. need juice in the bath....is it because she's had a long, stressful day and she needs to relax and wind down? I think not)

When choosing clothes for the day, that I tell her don't match, she wonders if the police will come take her to jail. (Well, maybe the FASHION police)

Oh, I love my gal and her sweet 4 year old moments... and I only have 2 more months to enjoy them. She will be 5 in March --- FIVE! I can.not.believe.it.

New favorite

I have a new favorite book. The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks. He has been one of my favorite authors for several years. The Notebook and Message in a Bottle are by him as well.

The Last Song is a love story, but it's not the main focus of the story. The main focus is actually the relationship between father and daughter.

I highly recommend this book!

And while I was watching The Princess and the Frog, I discovered there is already a movie in the works for The Last Song. :)

When the circle is broken

This week has been an interesting one. Some good news arrived and some bad. Some lucky things happened and some unlucky. (If there is such a thing as luck!)

We hear alot about the circle of life. And it's true that people are born and die every day and that is life, but what happens, when that circle seems broken. When things seem to happen at the "wrong time"?

This week.... Lacey had her first baby. A sweet little boy who decided to arrive 7 weeks early!

A sweet friend from my Bunco group in College Station lost her husband in a car accident. 34 years old and gone in an instant. No time for goodbyes. Her toddler daughter lost a father she probably won't remember.

In things that now seem much less important, Lance's car was hit twice by a hit and run driver. The guy hit it and then backed up and hit it again! Fortunately for us, there was a witness and so we have the license plate number. Hopefully, this person has auto insurance and this will be nothing more than an inconvenience to fix!

Lance's parents were here with the kiddos while we worked this week. They took the kids to a movie yesterday afternoon and the fire alarm went off! So, the movie theater comp'd 4 tickets to use on a future visit. So, our family will be able to go to the movies sometime soon! This is exciting for us because movies are one of the items cut from our budget this year!

2009 has been a great year! We've had some super great times and moments this year and we've had some sad and hard times too --- just like all of you. We've said goodbye to great friends in College Station and hello to new ones here in San Antonio. God has blessed us greatly thru all of the transition.

In 2010, I don't have real "resolutions" although I do have a few things that are on my heart.

I'd like to:

do better on my eating and exercise
keep developing friendships here in SA
plan a "date" night with each member of my family separately --- one for Lance, N, and L --- a time to have one-on-one conversation with each

I pray that you and your family have a safe and happy new year!

See you in 2010!

Do you think he ought to purge?

If you click here you will see a house here in San Antonio that is decorated for Christmas all year long. If the link doesn't work, just google "Ed Clark's Christmas lights". It is quite a sight.


The legend is that his wife's favorite holiday was Christmas and when she died, he decided to keep the decor up all year long. He adds things to it each year.

Wow!

I think this is one house we will miss on our driving tour of lights. Riverwalk and Alamo Heights, here we come!