Well, by going private I didnt' mean to fall off the face of the earth and never write anything anymore. Truth is I have been busy...um, who hasn't? Not sure if I remember if I mentioned that I am the assistant softball coach. Yep, Go Firth Softball:) We have started our games. We won our 1st one and lost our 2nd. I am very encouraged at our team though, we have alot of young girls and our 3 seniors have only lost, so we have alot of learning and growing yet in us. I am optimistic!! As a coach though, I am don't know how yet to instill a "winning" attitude. How do I make them know how to change something that has happened bad, into a postive and make it work for their benefit? Ah, alas, I have alot of learning and growing also:) I am not sure if I can cut it being a Mom and a Coach:) I have always wanted to coach and help girls in athletics just like I had when I was there. I am learning for everything there is a time and a season, and if the only thing I learn from this Softball season is that, It's not my time to be a coach, then I am okay with that. I leave my kiddos for 2 hours a day for practice and by the time i get home, I am so missing them. Wierd? I know:)
OH how I LOVE LOVE it when I come home though. Daisha is usually being held and rocked by her Daddy and when she see's me, She squeals, and reaches out for me. She gets so excited she starts shaking:) Kasen yells, HI MOM. or MOM, YOU'RE HOME! Ah, what a great calling:) I couldn't do it without Tate. I could go on and on....HE IS Amazing. I often wonder how I got so lucky. He is the one and only thing in this world that drives me to be better, to be that Somebody that I want to be. He is so great with our children, He loves, cares, and plays with them. He supports me. Yep, I am lucky:)
We are halfway officially "Idahoans". Tate went and changed our title, registration and license for the blue cloud of doom. Now we go and change the nissan. What can I say...I love it here. I have said it alot of times before and probably will say it a few times more. Example: Our garage door didn't have an opener that we could use in our car. We would just back out of the garage, get outof the car, run in the garage, push the button, RUN fast out of the garage, jump over the laser, and the garage door would then be shut and we would be on our way. WEll, our friends were leaving one night and noticed that we were doing just that, and said, we needed to get an opener...I said...You're not kidding:) A few nights ago, they called, said that they had just said opener and would be over in a few minutes to install it and give it to us:) You have no Idea, how wonderful it is to have a garage door opener :) I LOVE it. People here....can't say enough about it. I am slowly learning to be that way myself. I think that the majority of people just were raised that way, to help and serve!
Life right now is good. I have an almost 6 month old baby, and a beautiful growing amazing 3 1/2 year old. I can't believe KASEN is 3 1/2. Really? He is amazing by the way. I seriously don't even know where to begin to describe him. He is so smart, so quick to pick up on things. And he is so kind and loving towards his little sister. He loves to play with her, make her smile, and give her licks of his popsicle or sucker:) She adores him. Daisha is growing too fast. She smiles and giggles. SHe loves her voice. She is spoiled and loves her mamma. Which I don't mind:) She rolls over really well to one side and is gettin closer to the other side. She doesn't really sit up too well, she is still wobbley. She doesn't love Peas...at all:) she loves sweet potatoes, sqash and bananas, yogurt and surprisingly asaparagus. I bake asparagus and put soy sauce and balsamic on it and she loves to suck on it. She acts so interested in all the food I am eating. I fed her plain ol' fat free greek yogurt the other day and she loved that:) I hope she isn't as picky as Kasen.
Wow...see what happens when I only update every 3 months:) I write a whole long list:) That's okay though:)
Faith and Doubt
3 years ago
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