Change of Heart

Years ago my husband made me a promise: He would be moving out by the time our sweet little Emma became a teenager.



2002 making Dedan's 1st birthday cupcakes



2003 Ponto Beach



Teenage years filled with emotional girly drama terrified him. He didn't want any part of it. As the years have passed he has stuck to his guns. Last year on her 12th birthday Emma pointed out that he only had a year left with us. He agreed with more enthusiasm than she expected.

Alas, November 19th, 2010 has come and gone. Harland is still here. Perhaps he saw this beautiful young lady that Heavenly Father graced our family with and realized he could handle anything she is going to bring on. He'll probably even enjoy her teenage years...not that he'll admit it.

Emma's post birthday self portrait

...or maybe he changed his mind a few months ago when I told him if he was leaving he'd be taking the boys with him. Either way, I'm glad he stayed. Life's better with him around.

Happy birthday to my favorite teenager!

Nash's Day of Crime

Apparently, the cat burglaring was just the beginning.

Har and I took Nash (or as some call him "the Legend") for a quick trip to the grocery store. We promised a treat for good behavior - not an every trip occassion, but we knew it would be neccessary yesterday. As we were walking out of the store he realized he didn't have his treat. Har followed him back into the store to pay up for the appearance of Good Nash. Alas, Good Nash was long gone. By the time Har caught up to Naughty Nash he was out the door with Airheads in hand making a break for his getaway mini-van. Husband took him inside, made him fess up & apologize, and told him there would be no treats today. It was a fun 2 block ride home in the car.

Fast forward a few hours. I'm making dinner. Har is watching something about football (or maybe it was actual football, I'm not sure). The phone rings. I check the caller ID and wonder why the Sheriff's Department is calling. Then go back to work as someone else has answered. Apparently, the someone else was Nash. Naughty, naughty Nash. He'd highjacked a phone and been hiding in his room calling 911. I guess he needed someone to talk to.

The phrase "lucky to be alive" comes to mind.