Busy Bees & A Birthday

Remember this? The suite not the kid.

 The kid is Stephen, my 16 year old gentle giant. He stands at 6′ 5″ and has a heart filled with gold.  I always say, Stephen needs a big body to hold that big heart of his. He is just a super kid. 

Enough about Stephen ~ I want to talk about the Bees:

Sunday it was time to see what the bees were up to all winter long; to see what T.V. shows they have been watching, to see what they had done with the place they call home. You know, just to see what’s been up. 

And maybe just maybe to ask them nicely if . . . gee, I don’t know. . . If they have any honey to spare?

So that’s what we did Sunday. . .We checked on the bees. 


And just because I am so very brave, I went with Stephen when he went “a knocking”.

I stood a heroic 25 feet away and used the zoom on my camera to take pictures of Stephen us checking on the bees. 

 Because I am such an awesome mother and I would do anything for my son ~ I gently
put the camera down. I backed up another ten feet while Stephen walked
towards me to get the camera so HE WE could take close up pictures. 

 Now, can’t you see just where his gentle heart comes from? 

Speaking of me. . . Today is June 21 ~ The first day of summer and most importantly the beginning of my birthday week. 

Just so you know: It has become my person policy to accept Birthday wishes, card, letters, gifts all week long. 


Mark, Me & An Anniversary . . .

A life time ago on this day, I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance, a church filled with family and friends.




I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for.

Mark, Me & An Anniversary . . .

 


He said, “He didn’t care. He would marry me anywhere.  He only dreamed of a wedding that would make me his wife.” 

and then, she {snapped}Wordish Wednesday

 

Black and White Wednesday & The Sisters

Aunt Ann came down for a visit with two of her daughters….and just like Aunt Ann does SHE started to sing…and my mom started to sing…and then Auntie started to sing and sing and sing and sing.
 
(Aunt Ann, my Mom and Auntie)
AND
Sing they did!
(Margaret, Karen, Me
Peggy and Regina)

There was so much singing going on…we just couldn’t get away.

the long road

Mathew Driving Me

I am now the mother of a teenage driver! This statement really scares me.

First of all, I can’t figure out how my son got so old and I have managed not to age at all. But, never the less, I now find myself sitting in the passenger seat.

Matthew’s first time driving me

Now that Matthew is driving, I think he will be a good driver…..I hope. He is smart, safety conscious, by personality and he really knows the rule book……..that’s good right?

The one thing that really scares me about this “driving thing” is he forgets things, by personality…..He forgets things like; looking to see if cars are coming into his lane before he turns or backs up without looking and the old forgetting to turn the blinker on when turning….he has forgotten to go……… and that leads me to my number one fear…..he may forget to stop! Yicks!! That is what the six month drivers permit is for……… right? With a parent by his side we should be able to guide him into the transition of passenger to driver………So, I have to teach him to drive well………….. ME!!

I keep telling myself, I have taught him many things, after all we home-school. We can do this…….I help him with his math and Literature. We talk about history, Apologetics and I help with the debate club “stuff ….However, I do not DO his Science. I can’t help there………He past me long ago on this one. As his mother and teacher our lives are full of learning from each other………I have even taught this kid how to punch like a man ………but…….. this driving thing really has me shaken.

Matthew looking very intellectual

I think of myself as a fair teacher…. Most of the time……However, I do not think I am a good driving teacher. I get too scared. I really feel bad about the whole thing because of course , all this makes him very nerves……….I suck all my breath in really fast or say “OH! GEE!” “It’s okay….. we’re okay.” and then the other kids ask “what is wrong Mom?” “Isn’t Matthew doing a good job?”……… Not very comforting…. I know!

My poor son!

He has said to me many times……….”Dad is easier to drive with.” I tell him I know and I am sorry. I also tell him, I really wish dad could be the one to help with this one…..We both know he is the better parent for this job. But, I am the one that has to get us through……… I am the one that drives us were we need to go.

So, I am the one that has to calm down and learn how to teach our son to drive…………right????

Matthew did tell me the other day he thought I was doing better.

He really is a nice kid.