Monthly Archives: August 2013

Friday Night Lights Begin A Day Early

Quarterback Seun hands off to Vic.

Quarterback Seun hands off to running back Vic.

Even though it’s not quite September, high school football season started last night in Texas.

My sons’ former school began its campaign towards another district title and playoff berth against a smaller yet talented nondistrict rival. Although my kids have graduated, I still support our mighty, mighty Bulldogs . . . both with my cheers and my Nikon equipment.

Cheering after a touchdown

Cheering after a touchdown

There was a spirited crowd for the opener. Expectations are high for another great season.

The school band and Angels dance team always are entertaining.

The school band and Angels dance team always are entertaining.

Of course, the band and Angels started out strong with new uniforms and a terrific routine. In the past, they’ve often been the best part of the action . . . especially during an awful, two-year stretch when the football team won very few games.

A great goal-line stand, thanks to Michael (21) and Vic (23).

A great goal-line stand, thanks to Michael (21) and William (22)

But despite many highlights on offense and defense, our opponents took advantage of two interceptions run back for touchdowns and an amazing running game. Our Bulldogs finished up on the short end of a 38-21 score.

Fortunately, this game doesn’t count in the standings. I’m looking forward to lots of district wins, and, hopefully, lots of better photos of outstanding plays in the weeks to come.

Goooooo, Bulldogs!

Welcoming a New Disc Golf Baby

One of the most-adorable toddlers ever!

One of the most-adorable toddlers ever!

Look who’s a big brother! Yep, Glen V (aka Glive)!

Absolute perfection

Absolute perfection

Exactly a month ago, our disc golf pals Kelly and Glen added Jonas to their über-cute family.

Looks like Jonas is smiling.

Looks like Jonas is trying to smile in Kelly’s arms.

Here’s hoping that little Glen (who is two and a half) and Jonas eventually become close friends, just like my two sons. But for now, all little G needs to remember is one key rule:

Shhhhh!

Shhhhh!

Don’t wake the baby when he’s sleeping!

One-Word Wednesday

Our last photo together for awhile was taken last Saturday after moving my younger son in at SHSU.

Our last photo together for awhile was snapped last Saturday after moving my younger son into his dorm at SHSU.

Family!

My #2 Son Moves On

Almost to Huntsville; you can see the big Sam Houston statue up the road.

Almost to Huntsville; you can see the big Sam Houston statue up the road.

You would think that after three straight years of college move-ins that our family would’ve been like pros when it came to transporting my younger son last Saturday to Huntsville.

Sadly, you would be mistaken.

The boys have their own bathroom.

The boys have their own bathroom.

That’s because we remain procrastinators. As if watching our younger son leave the nest isn’t bad enough, the Mister and I insisted on adding to our stress by waiting until the last minute to get things done (although that’s absolutely nothing new for us). Last Friday night (into early morning) wasn’t a fun time to be a member of our household.

The "kitchen area": Small but usable

The “kitchen area”: Small but usable

Fortunately, we pretty much had our act together when it came time to hit the road for the 90-minute trip north to Sam Houston State University (with only one return for a key, forgotten item while we were still close to home). The Mister and I drove the majority of the kid’s essentials in our Honda Odyssey; our sons followed in the Ford Fusion, which our younger son will keep near his dorm.

Because our sons are so close, we were glad that they had a last chance to talk, laugh, and commiserate about classes. I’m sure they were trying to top each other when saying how much they would miss their parents (as if!).

Hope they have friends stop by.

Hope they have friends stop by.

We got to the kid’s dorm, Sam Houston Village, which is fairly new, around 10:30 a.m. Which meant we had to wait in the heat for the doors to open for about a half hour (move-in was 11 a.m.-5 p.m.). Few cars were able to get close to the doors for unloading (there are three residence halls in the same area, all with students moving in at the same time), so we were glad we had our company’s dolly (which just so happened to be that key, forgotten item).

Looking good at his desk (with his brother asleep on the bed)

Looking good at his desk (with his brother asleep on the bed)

RJ, my son’s roommate who he has known since kindergarten, and his parents had pretty much moved his stuff into his bedroom by the time we got to their second-floor room. The boys each have their own bedroom with separate, locking doors. They share the sitting area, kitchen (microwave, small fridge, sink, and cabinets), and bathroom. It’s very nice, but, quite honestly, we were used to the spaciousness of our older son’s UTSA dorm. This one is tiny in comparison.

Good thing my younger son didn’t have a lot to move in. He actually could rent out half of his closet!

I think this will get a lot of use.

I think this will get a lot of use.

One thing the kid insisted on bringing was his disc golf mini basket. I’m sure he and RJ will have weekly competitions. He also has his disc golf bag with him. Hopefully, he’ll keep his skills sharp at some local courses.

Ready for college!

Ready for college!

After the two families finished moving the boys in, setting up electronics, and making a quick Target run, it was about 5:30 p.m. Time to say goodbye before both of them walked across campus for ultimate frisbee practice. (It’s nice that both of them are jocks.)

RJ’s mom, Veronica, and I marveled at how we met 13 years ago in Ms. Germany’s kindergarten class. Who could have guessed back then that our little cuties would be college roommates! Nice how that worked out.

Brothers and besties

Brothers and besties

And now both my sons are in college. The younger one told me that they plan to Skype; I know they’ll always keep in touch. Now they’ll have even more to share.

As I watched my beloved baby boy walk away from us after my last, tearful hug, a lot of thoughts went through my head. I was so happy that he seemed to be right at home in his dorm. I was glad that he already had an activity (ultimate) where he can meet other students. I was relieved that he had several days until school starts (tomorrow) to walk his schedule and get to know the campus.

But, of course, I couldn’t help but feel sad for myself. Our house would be so quiet without him. I know I’m going to miss him (and his brother) an astronomical amount.

As well as all my blogging material!

A New Chapter Begins

Items ready to be loaded into the Highlander

Items ready to be loaded into the Highlander

At about 10 a.m. today, something unusual happened to me.

I officially became an empty nester.

This is an easy move.

Lots of room remains.

We moved my younger son into his dorm at Sam Houston State Saturday. This morning his older brother and I loaded up the Toyota Highlander, and then he left to drive to UTSA.

Hard to believe he’s a college senior!

Hard to believe he’s a college senior!

UTSA begins classes Wednesday, so there was no need for my #1 boy to rush back. He’s living in the same apartment, so he easily can move himself in. This is the first year we haven’t helped him transport his stuff; I’ll admit that I won’t miss the three-hour trek to and then from San Antonio.

But, of course, I will miss my clever, handsome, blue-eyed boy! We’ve had a great summer together, and it’s always hard seeing him return to college.

Drive safely!

Drive safely!

As I watched him drive away, one thought popped into my head:

There goes half of my blogging material!

The Final Day, Take 2

Lots of stuff is waiting to be packed.

Lots of stuff is waiting to be packed.

What happened to our summer vacation? It seems like the days were filled with steel, naturally and hopelessly drawn to a magnetic date I had circled on the calendar back in early June.

That date? August 24th. Or, more specifically, when we would move my younger son to his Sam Houston State dorm, Sam Houston Village.

Which is tomorrow.

The kid lasers in a putt during last Tuesday's Southwest Handicap Mini.

The kid lasers in a putt during last Tuesday’s Southwest Handicap Mini.

Three years ago, I faced this final day before my older son left for UTSA. And now it’s his little brother’s turn. Once again it’s bittersweet: Sweet, because I’m happy and thankful that my son has a wonderful college opportunity. Bitter, because, like with his big bro, I’ll miss him so much.

The kid channels his inner ghost while waiting for his eye checkup.

The kid channels his inner ghost while waiting for his eye checkup.

And to add to this mixed bag of feelings is the fact that this is my baby who is flying away from the nest. He’s always been so close to the Mister and I. I always can count on him to distract me from my work with terrific talks about anything and everything (well, except for his love life, he told me), spontaneous outings, and “Scrubs” marathons on Netflix.

How I will miss his smile, his twinkly green eyes, and his ready laugh! I’m sure I’ll feel lost and alone at times.

As I wrote three years ago, no one can sum up how a dedicated and devoted mom feels when her kids leave home like that silly, old bear, Winnie the Pooh:

This says it all!

This says it all!

Yes, my beloved baby boy, I will always be with you in your heart, as you always will be in mine. I would write more . . . but I suddenly can’t see the iMac monitor through my tears once again.

Throwback Thursday

Kindergarten graduation: Tyler and the kid

Kindergarten graduation: Tyler and the kid

Looks like this is a sentimental week for me.

Together at the kid's sixth birthday party

Together at the kid’s sixth birthday party

I guess that’s what happens when you’re on the verge of being an empty-nester. You can’t help but remember the good, old days.

For some reason they used the bathtub as their clubhouse.

For some reason they used the bathtub as their clubhouse.

Especially when old friends stop by. This week it was Tyler, who came over to sell us fundraising cards for our high school’s football team (he’s a senior linebacker).

Possibly the cutest youth football players ever!

Possibly the cutest football players ever!

Tyler and my younger son were inseparable in elementary school. They met in kindergarten, were in the same second-grade class, and played youth football together for four years (Tyler’s dad was the coach). They really clicked as best buddies.

However, they went their separate ways when Tyler switched to private schools for several years.

Sidebar: Tyler’s mom, Diane, and I also instantly clicked as friends. When the boys were young, we vowed that even if their friendship didn’t stand the test of time, that ours would. And it has!

All growed up!

All growed up!

When Tyler walked into our house, he went straight into reminiscing mode. It was fun to listen to him and my son remember the good times and talk about what they’re looking forward to in the future.

Hopefully, that includes keeping in touch with each other! Hope you have a great season, Tyler!!