Two thousand and thirteen??
It always takes a bit to settle in to the new numbers. Those calendar proclamations of fresh months, wide open days that keep spilling into the next. How does one begin again?
There is always so much promise that I close my eyes, consider the possibilities and move forward without resolutions to do better, be better, or change. So much pressure can make a head like mine (like yours too?) go boom.
Let's not go boom. We have lots more to be about.
So, here we are, back to a regular schedule but my mind is still swimming in memories that are barely five days old.
Since last post, we drove to Disney World for a week.
(Right out of Disney Gate: Salty and tired. Everyone cheers up later.)
We spent Christmas in South Carolina with my dad, MiMi and my brother, Alex.
Sparrow got pretty good at the doggy door. If not a little indecisive at times.
Grayson got introduced to Wii and promptly burned 16,000 boxing, bowling, and playing tennis.
Good Lord, I have so much to tell you. I have so much to tell you, in fact, that I will start at the end. I want to let you know I plan to talk less in detail about my family on this blog. If you come here for updates on the children or my husband then you might be disappointed in future posts. They will still be here, but not in so much detail. I will leave their stories up to them to tell one day. Once we move, I will keep our lives anonymous online.
All of them are of an age where the stories I write or the pictures I publish could be embarrassing to them, no matter how discrete or tasteful I try to be. At the very least, it is starting to feel wrong publishing public material about the people I want to protect the most.
Before we go underground, however, a final update:
Grayson is doing well. We are getting answers for his migraines and resolving other concerns with the help of doctors and his teachers. His last bad headache happened at Disney.
I began to worry when Andy reminded me that it was going on 11:30pm (Electrical Parade late start), we had run the kids around like crazy for three days so the boy was most likely just exhausted.
(He was. He and his little sister fell asleep in our laps on the monorail ride home.)
A kid favorite: A Bug's Life Playground. They spent almost two hours here climbing, sliding, and sweating their patooties off.
Abby is still our sparkly little sprite: spinning, twirling and demanding much of the world around her but with more pleases, thank yous, and an earnest desire to put her own laundry away for a sticker on her chore chart.
Both kids have completely lost all semblance of civility at this point. Grayson wanted to strip himself of clothing in the middle of a light show and Abby wanted to DANCE!
(There was a lot of dancing, actually.)
After waiting in line for an hour (yes, an hour, I couldn't believe I was doing that either.) to see Tinkerbell, look who just about passed out when she got to meet Perriwinkle?
If the trip stopped here, Abby would've been just fine. Actually, me too. This made my world, to see my little go so excited to meet a "real life" fairy!
Sparrow is a delicious piece of black licorice dog that talks to us with her dog voice that is becoming more human by the day. She says, "I know," when you tell her she's a good girl.
Reunited after Disney. Not sure who missed who more.
Slowing things down on the beautiful carousel.
The days were long, the nights were short.
(Even for the adults.)
I have tons more Disney pics to post so will have to do another slideshow tomorrow.
To wrap things up for this post, however, we do not know where we are moving to this summer but Andy was selected for promotion which will make him a Lt. Colonel and the rest of us a military family for at least another 6 or 7 years.
After that, it's all about finding a place to make roots. Hopefully farm roots. With lots and lots of big blue sky to sleep under at night.
Thanks for coming back to One-Sided Momma. I will continue to write here but definitely keep my family's privacy in mind from today forward. It's what I should've been doing all along.
Happy January 2013, as ridiculous as it might feel now.
May we all begin to settle in soon.