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When we moved into our house almost a year and a half ago, I began having what I call Birthday Dinners. It has worked out very well.

We celebrated Sebastian’s 7th birthday Saturday evening.

We spent most of Saturday morning cleaning. I went to the grocery store when I decided that my house could not be any cleaner. I had asked Sebastian over a week ago what he wanted to have for his Birthday Dinner and he said that he wanted chili and hot dogs. I baked cupcakes, too.

Everyone started arriving around 3:30 pm. We ate, sang Happy Birthday, and then Sebastian opened presents. It really was a great time. I am thankful for everyone coming and sharing the afternoon with Sebastian.

After everyone had left, Sebastian said, “That was the best birthday party ever!”

That was the best “Thank You, Mom” that a mom could ever get.

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Jacob bought a Michael Jackson CD over the weekend. We listened to it all weekend. He played it in his room. He played it in the car.

Sebastian really likes Beat it and Billie Jean.

We were going to a friends house Sunday and we were listening to the CD. Sebastian and Jacob were bickering a bit over which songs they wanted to hear. They wouldn’t say the title, just the track number because they both have their favorites memorized.

Josh and I were riding in the front and this was the convo from the back.

Jacob: Turn it to number 7.

Sebastian: No, I want to hear number 2.

Jacob: Well, it is my CD. I want to hear number 7. Mom, turn it to number 7 please.

Sebastian: Nooo! I want to hear number 2. Mom, turn it to number two.

Me: Let’s just let the CD play.

Sebastian: I am thirsty.

Jacob: But, I want to hear number 7.

Me: (Josh is pretending to be asleep, I think.) We will get something to drink soon.

Sebastian: I want to hear Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Dirty Dan?

Sebastian: Mom, can you turn it to Dirty Dan?

Me: (trying to suppress laughter) What number is Dirty Dan?

Sebastian: I don’t know.

Jacob: It is Dirty Diana, not Dirty Dan. (Nothing gets by that kid.)

Sebastian: Well, I call it Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Well, don’t call it Dirty Dan. Call it Dirty Diana.

Sebastian: I don’t want to. I say Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Dirty Dan doesn’t sound right, Sebastian.

Sebastian: Mom, I want to hear Dirty Dan.

Jacob: Sebastian, it is not Dirty Dan. Mom, tell him that it is not Dirty Dan.

Me: Sebastian, it is not Dirty Dan. It is Dirty Diana.

Sebastian: (As Dirty Diana begins to play…) Well, I say Dirty Dan. Mom, I am thirsty.

So, we basically go from arguing over which song to play, to discussing thirst issues, and then back around to playing a song that neither one of them were fighting to hear in the first place. Don’t you just love arguing riding in the car with kids?

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The family is about to go to Florida for a week. We are going to visit family and probably visit the beach a few times, too.

I have been wanting to pack, but I know that it will not do any good to pack way ahead of time. I think that I am going to save most of it for Thursday night and Friday morning. We will be leaving Friday afternoon. Hopefully, the kids will sleep most of the trip down there.

Jacob made the JV baseball team. He is going to be a Freshman. He is excited about it.

Emily made the school soccer team and her practices will begin on July 27th.

Sebastian is playing fall ball (baseball) this year. I wanted him to play soccer, but he can’t do both. He chose fall ball.

Samuel is growing. He finally figured out that he does have a voice and that he can use it. He is the quietest baby I believe I have ever been around. He is too busy looking around at everything.

Josh is working hard in our garden.  We have told a couple of people to visit our garden and pick whatever is ready and they can have whatever they get. He planted some corn this year. He just knows that it will be ready while we are on our trip and he will not get to eat any of it.

I went on a youth trip last weekend. I still haven’t recovered from it. However, I am so glad that I went and we had an awesome time. Jacob and Emily went, too. They had an awesome time, also. We went to the Ramp.

Lucy is doing great after her little procedure that ensures that she will not be having any puppies ever. She is frisky like she hasn’t even had anything done to her, but she has the scar to prove that it was done.

A few little funny tidbits:

Apparently, Sebastian thinks that summertime is the time to take breaks from taking a bath everyday. I came home the other day and told him that it was ridiculous that he still had on the shirt that he wore the previous day.

Me: Sebastian, you need to take a bath. It is ridiculous that you have the same shirt on that you wore yesterday. Why can’t you take a bath during the day sometime? (This was somewhat of a rhetorical question.)

Sebastian: I like being dirty. (I could not keep a straight face after that one.)

Then, there is the dog kennel incident.

My cell phone is ringing…it is Jacob.

Jacob: So, I am sitting at the computer listening to music when I started hearing Sebastian crying. I got up and looked around for him. He was in the dog kennel. Emily locked him in the dog kennel because he called her crazy.

Me: (chuckling a bit) Well, she kind of proved his point, didn’t she?

Then, after Wednesday night’s church service:

Emily: I can’t believe that we left Lucy locked in that kennel the entire time we were at church. That is just so disgraceful.

Me: Locking Lucy, our dog, in a dog kennel is disgraceful, but locking your little brother in it is not?

Emily sort of huffed and puffed and rolled her eyes a little bit about that one.

Oh, the fun and crazy times in my house. Never a dull moment.

Somehow, I think the 11 hour car ride to Florida will not be dull either.

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Yesterday I received the following text from Jacob: call me when u can. u gotta hear this.

I called him back.

Jacob: You are not going to believe this. Lucy (our new puppy that is supposed to be about 9 months old according to our vet) took Sebastian’s coffee cup to her pallet and did not spill a drop of the coffee (it is decaffeinated coffee). She took it to her pallet and drank it with out spilling it. Can you believe it?

No, I didn’t.

Me: (Laughing) Let me talk to Granny.

Jacob gives the phone to my mom that proceeds to tell me the same story that Jacob just told me.

Mom: Can you believe that dog picked up that cup and took it to her pallet without spilling any of the coffee?

Me: Are you sure that is what happened?

Mom: Well, Sebastian come to me and said that she drank his coffee. He was very upset. I asked him how she got his cup and he said that she took it to her pallet and drank it. I asked him how did she get it to her pallet and Sebastian said, “by the handle.”

Seriously? My mother is listening and believing the logic of a six year old.

Me: Where was the coffee at to begin with?

Mom: The table.

Me: Doesn’t it make more sense that Lucy drank the coffee from the cup, then took the cup to her pallet?

Mom: (after a moment of silence) Well, I guess that makes sense. I was just going by what the kids were saying. (Then she starts laughing about it.)

Me: I think so, too.

Here is the sad thing…before I talked to my mother about it, she seriously went around the path from the table to Lucy’s pallet to make sure that there wasn’t any coffee anywhere on the floor.

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I have added another member to our household. Her name is Lucy.

She is some sort of hound mix. I am thinking maybe a black and tan hound with beagle.

Who knows? She might be just a mutt that looks like a hound. Either way, she is really sweet and I believe that she is going to make a really wonderful pet for our family.

She was stray that wandered up to a friends house and my friend unsuccessfully tried to find the puppy a home. After a month, she brought the puppy in to the office with the hopes that someone would take her. Someone else did for two days, but that situation did not work out. So, I brought her home with me.

I haven’t had a dog in years. I have never had a house dog.

She has something in common with everyone in the family, I think.

Lucy is house broken.  Most everyone in our home is, except for Samuel (he is still in diapers).

She is an older puppy. I have two older kids that would probably be the equivalent of older puppies.

She is a she. I have one daughter, so having another female in the house should be fun.

She likes her blanket. Sebastian does, too.

She likes going outside. My husband loves being outside. He claims that it is too hot, but he stays out there all the time so it can’t be too bad.

She sheds. I do, too. I think it is hormones, on my part at least. I seem to remember shedding hair after having each baby. That is not her problem, though.

My mother is staying with the kids and she sent me a text earlier that said “Lucy made a little sound. Sebastian said it was her first word.”

You got to love kids…

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I have seriously neglected my blog for the last few weeks.

I have seriously been really busy.

Seriously.

Jacob, Emily, and Sebastian are all playing ball. They all have two games a week. Times are getting hectic.

Jacob’s first game was last night. He played great. Bless his heart, he was nervous and excited. I know that I may be a little biased, but my son was the best looking ball player out there.

Emily has been playing for a couple of weeks. She is doing good and she seems to be getting better and better. She really enjoys it and I hope that she keeps playing.

Sebastian is doing really well, too. He has been playing for a couple of weeks, too. Josh took him to the game last night and was giving Sebastian pointers on batting. Sebastian said that he didn’t want to hit the ball too hard and hurt someone. Josh was a little speechless, I think. He told Sebastian that “That is why they have gloves, son.” Sebastian  hit a ball over the shortstops head and got a double and an RBI.

Last night was really hectic because Emily played at 7pm, Jacob played at 8pm, and Sebastian played at 8:30pm. I watched Emily and Jacob while Josh watched Sebastian’s game.

I know one thing–it was cold last night. It is past the middle of May. Last night had to set record lows. I had mittens on Samuel. He did not like that at all.

Anyway, ball season is in full swing. I am loving it.

I love sitting on the sidelines watching my kids be kids. I love to watch their excitement when they hit a ball and get on base or even make it across home plate. I feel their disappointment when they strike out, miss the ball, or make a bad throw. I love watching them make memories that will last a lifetime. I love knowing that they are learning skills that will benefit them for a lifetime, such as working with others toward a common goal, always doing your best at whatever you do, and realizing that not everyone is an all star pitcher, but that everyone has their place on the team.

Whatever that team may be.

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I have really conquered my road rage. Really, I have.

Except when someone tries to run me off the road.

Which is what happened last night on my way back home from an evening of watching pee-wee baseball in 40 degree weather. Well, it was more like 60 degrees, but it felt colder than that.

Last night, I was driving along quite happily. There was this car that couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to go fast or my speed. It passed me once, but then it slowed down…in the fast lane.

Usually, when a car can’t make up its mind what speed it wants to maintain it is a good indicator that the driver of the car is somewhat distracted.

Well, I was cruising along in the slow lane and indecisive driver was driving along in the fast lane. I was in the process of passing the indecisive driver when the car begins to come over into my lane. Seriously.

I had to swerve off the road to avoid being hit by the indecisive driver.

I was not happy. Not one bit.

After being hit by a drunk driver less than a year ago, I was fed up and I began my venting tirade. I blew my horn. Called the woman an idiot. She didn’t see or hear any of my tirade because she was in another vehicle and the indecisive car decided to roll along at a slower pace than a snail.

Then came the red light. No other cars around at all. Just my car parked at the red light in the slow lane and her coming up (very slowly) to the red light in the fast lane. She stopped her car way back behind the little stop here now white line that is present at every red light. I could sense it–she was afraid.

And she should be.

Because she had just made a recovering road rager very angry and frightened because of what could have happened since my entire family was present in the vehicle with me. It didn’t occur to me that I might be frightening my children and my husband.

Yes, I yelled out the window at her. She looked like she was trying to text on her phone. I told her that she needed to pay attention to what she was doing. Then the light turned green and she took off like lightening. 

So, what does this recovering road rager do? I blow my horn and get behind her. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was the direction that I go home. I can’t help it if she thought that I was following her.

Then I turned and the entire episode was finished. My son told me that the decent thing to have done was not to yell at her. Well, of course the decent thing to have done would have been just that. Unfortunately, when something happens that makes me aware of how something as precious as the lives of my children can be taken away in a second because of the stupidity of someone not paying attention to what they are doing, decency happens to take a back seat and anger rears its ugly head. Along with the feeling of wanting to rip someones head off.

The good thing is that we are all fine and I am thankful for that. Jacob said he was glad no one from church was there to see it. 

Well, just because I am a Christian does not make me perfect. I am just forgiven and I did pray about it later. I feel like it probably scared that woman just as much as it scared me, but I wasn’t able to think that clearly at that moment. If nothing else, she will pay more attention to what she is doing so she doesn’t bring out the recovering road rager in someone else that is struggling with it more than I am.

So, here it is…

Hello, my name is Sonya. I am a recovering road rager. I have been road rage free for less than 24 hours now…however, I believe my anger was warranted last night…

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