Our Schwan's man officially moved on this week. He's been *with our family* for three years, even following us last year to the new house when we moved here. It's funny that I should even bring this up in my blog, I know....but last week he told Thomas that he had gotten a promotion and would stop by one last time to get a final order from us. He stopped by and said "this is my last visit, I've been promoted" and he told me about the promotion with Schwan's and what he will be doing. We even hugged each other when he left.

I nearly burst into tears.

Seriously, who gets worked up about things like this? I guess he has just been a stable fixture in our lives for the last 3 years. No matter what else was going on, every 2 weeks, Jay showed up...and every 2 weeks I promised him that "next time" I would be more organized and would know in advance what I wanted. That, btw, never happened.

I guess I'm just still a little on the overlyemotional side!



Friday was absolutely crazy around here. I had someone over in the morning to visit and both Aidan and Zoe were sick...so Aidan finally settled down and slept. After my guest left, Aidan woke up and cried for nearly an hour. I had a headache and was feeling yucky too. I was trying to pack for Andrew to go to boyscout camp as well, but Aidan wouldn't let me leave his side.

Alex came home and sat with Aidan while I packed...then we drove to pick Amanda up from the middle school and went on to the store to get the remaining supplies that Andrew needed. I knew that I had to pick Andrew up from play practice at 5:15 and had to hurry.

I got done early enough to swing by the house and pick up Andrew's sleeping bag, etc and the minute I walked into the house, Andrew appeared from the living room and yelled "where have you been?" I was so startled that I screamed.

It turns out, he had skipped play practice and taken the bus home and hadn't know where I was. He had called Thomas, who had called my cell phone that was, quite usefully, sitting on the kitchen counter!

We gathered up all of Andrew's things and got ready to leave...and I explained to Andrew that I hadn't had time to write him a note for each day that he is gone like I usually do. I also kind of assumed that since he is almost 12 he has probably outgrown the need and might have even been embarassed by it in the past year.

His response? "What? What do you mean you didn't write me any notes? Well, do it quickly then!"



He plopped himself down on the sofa while I got paper/pencil and then walked by to make sure I was writing to him.

He's still my little boy sometimes.


Kris