So my life has a lot going on right now (that's for another post), a lot that has reminded me of who I am, who I can be, and who I ought to be.
I received a phone call yesterday evening, well make that two calls from a phone number that I did not know. No voicemail was left. On any other night, I would have never even given these phone calls a second look. But last night was different. We were at Cooper's soccer party when I received the phone calls. Not knowing who it was, I assumed that it was a fellow soccer mom trying to find us. So, unlike any other day, I pressed "talk" on my phone to return the call and waited to see who would pick up. To my surprise it was not a fellow soccer mom or even a doctor's office verifying an appointment, it was a wrong number.
The following is the way the phone call went: (we will call the other person "Chance")
Me - Hi, I just received two phone calls from this number and I am not sure who is calling.
Chance - Yes, I was trying to get ahold of "wrong number." Is this her?
Me - No, but I've had a few people call looking for her for some reason.
(add in a bit of joking comments on both ends and casual conversation for a minute or two)
Chance - Well, did you by any chance apply for a teaching job with SAISD?
Me - No, but are you hiring?
Chance - Yes, we are, do you have a teaching degree?
Me - No, but I have an economics degree and would be interested in exploring my options of becoming a teacher.
Chance - Economics? I could use you as a math teacher. Would you be interested in programs such as Region 20 to get your certification?
Me - Yes, I would. Can I call you later this week to talk more about this opportunity?
Chance - Yes, that sounds great. It was great talking with you and I look forward to meeting you.
Me - Great, It was great talking with you too. I'm glad you called the wrong number!
All I can say is WOW! How crazy, awesome, random, amazing, and perfect timing is this?!?! Such a fun spirited phone call that could change some areas in my life.
And yes, I plan to meet with her the week after Thanksgiving break to explore my options.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Perspective
With so much going on within this world, our country, and our communities, I find it interesting what some people find is important.
People of other nations deal with starvation, disease, and lack education, yet are happy. They are happy with what they have, not knowing what they "could have" (in terms of other countries). Their national average of daily income per family is vastly lower than that of the USA, and yet they get by. They make due with what they have, and if they want more, they work even harder so they can afford it.
I will admit, I have not been following the "Occupy Wall Street" movement that much, well okay, more like at all. But, I have seen a few news clips here and there about it, read some posts on facebook even, and I've decided that I must be missing the point.
At what point do we, citizens of a wealthy country full of opportunities, allow ourselves to blame others for our debt, lack of money, dead end jobs, inability to have the next iPhone, etc? I was raised with the mentality to work hard to earn the money and resources to live, survive, and even be able to purchase a "want" from time to time.
Who are we to punish those who make more than us? Some how, some way, they have earned the right to make the money that they make (right, wrong or other). Rather than focusing so much time on why the wealthy are so bad, maybe time should be focused on balancing a household budget, or prioritizing a weekly schedule to allow time for a second part time job if needed, or on the poorest of poor who really don't have anywhere to turn and really could use some help to get back on their feet or a meal.
I'm not saying that no one ever deserves help or that people should go hungry if they don't have money for food. I believe there is a time and place to help those in need. What I don't understand is why some people are blaming the banks for their financial decisions and current hardships.
I have a bachelors degree and worked at a great paying job when I graduated from college. When my son was born, we made a CHOICE for me to stay at home with him. With that choice came many sacrifices from the very beginning. Eating out became a treat and luxury, instead spaghetti or even rice and beans became more of a common menu item within the house. Shopping for the latest and greatest new styles of clothing flew out the window, and frankly has not come back....I don't think it ever will. We cut out many expenses such as formula and diapers by choosing to breastfeed and cloth diaper.
Sure, it would be GREAT to have a boat to take out to the lake or actually go on a vacation, but for now, living a modest lifestyle filled with paying off student loan debts, saving money to help be prepared for those "just in case" moments, and teaching my children little lessons about smart buying choices is where I would happily be.
I won't cry that I can't have a new TV, bedroom set, or even those juicy steaks this week, because being in my financial situation has been and is my choice.
People of other nations deal with starvation, disease, and lack education, yet are happy. They are happy with what they have, not knowing what they "could have" (in terms of other countries). Their national average of daily income per family is vastly lower than that of the USA, and yet they get by. They make due with what they have, and if they want more, they work even harder so they can afford it.
I will admit, I have not been following the "Occupy Wall Street" movement that much, well okay, more like at all. But, I have seen a few news clips here and there about it, read some posts on facebook even, and I've decided that I must be missing the point.
At what point do we, citizens of a wealthy country full of opportunities, allow ourselves to blame others for our debt, lack of money, dead end jobs, inability to have the next iPhone, etc? I was raised with the mentality to work hard to earn the money and resources to live, survive, and even be able to purchase a "want" from time to time.
Who are we to punish those who make more than us? Some how, some way, they have earned the right to make the money that they make (right, wrong or other). Rather than focusing so much time on why the wealthy are so bad, maybe time should be focused on balancing a household budget, or prioritizing a weekly schedule to allow time for a second part time job if needed, or on the poorest of poor who really don't have anywhere to turn and really could use some help to get back on their feet or a meal.
I'm not saying that no one ever deserves help or that people should go hungry if they don't have money for food. I believe there is a time and place to help those in need. What I don't understand is why some people are blaming the banks for their financial decisions and current hardships.
I have a bachelors degree and worked at a great paying job when I graduated from college. When my son was born, we made a CHOICE for me to stay at home with him. With that choice came many sacrifices from the very beginning. Eating out became a treat and luxury, instead spaghetti or even rice and beans became more of a common menu item within the house. Shopping for the latest and greatest new styles of clothing flew out the window, and frankly has not come back....I don't think it ever will. We cut out many expenses such as formula and diapers by choosing to breastfeed and cloth diaper.
Sure, it would be GREAT to have a boat to take out to the lake or actually go on a vacation, but for now, living a modest lifestyle filled with paying off student loan debts, saving money to help be prepared for those "just in case" moments, and teaching my children little lessons about smart buying choices is where I would happily be.
I won't cry that I can't have a new TV, bedroom set, or even those juicy steaks this week, because being in my financial situation has been and is my choice.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Coffee Sand
This next week, my preschool class will be exploring taste, touch, and smell. I came across an awesome recipe that I had to try out for the class. My 4 year old son seems to enjoy it, so I'm hoping that the 2 and 3 year olds do as well!
Here's what you'll need:
4 cups of used coffee grounds
2 cups cornmeal
1 cup flour
1/2 cup salt
First thing, stop by your local Starbucks coffee shop and see if they have any used coffee grounds. I went into my local Starbucks and walked out with a trash bag FULL of used coffee grounds....for FREE!!!! I actually have more than I need. If you run into this problem, place any extra grounds in your flower pots or your garden.
Here's what you'll need:
4 cups of used coffee grounds
2 cups cornmeal
1 cup flour
1/2 cup salt
First thing, stop by your local Starbucks coffee shop and see if they have any used coffee grounds. I went into my local Starbucks and walked out with a trash bag FULL of used coffee grounds....for FREE!!!! I actually have more than I need. If you run into this problem, place any extra grounds in your flower pots or your garden.
Okay, so now bake the coffee grounds in the oven on low heat (about 200-250 degrees) for 45 minutes. Spread the grounds out on baking sheets to allow them to evenly dry out.
Once those are finished, mix the remaining ingredients into a big bowl with the coffee grounds.
And.....that is it! Simple, easy, and inexpensive! Let the exploring begin.
The coffee sand will last a few weeks if kept in an air tight container between playtimes!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Self-less Heart
Cooper (my 4yr old son) was allowed to stay up late last night to watch the Dallas Cowboys football game. He loves staying up late while his little sister goes to bed early....this means undivided attention all goes to him and he gets fun treats such as ice cream.
So, he was all set up on his bean bag chair, ice cream, and football on tv, truly enjoying his late night. When the first set of commercials came on, I switched the TV channel over to the Weather Channel, mainly because I don't like C to watch, hear, or get scared from certain commercials. (Yes, I know...I'm very protective in certain areas.) Anyhow, back to the main topic here. The Weather Channel was showing continuing coverage of Hurricane Irene including the flooding, high winds, people being evacuated, etc. After a few commercial breaks of watching the weather channel C stated that
"Those people (the ones being hit by the hurricane) didn't have their home anymore, didn't have couches, beds, clothes, or anything and needed some help."
He then continued with
"I want to send them all of my money from my dinosaur."
After talking with him about this and how we can find ways to help those affected by the hurricane, he was very insistent on sending ALL of his money that he had saved to those who needed it. To say that my heart was smiling and I was filled with joy and a feeling of pride for my son would be an understatement. Even at 4 years old he had thought of such a simple, valuable, and selfless gesture to help those who didn't have anything.
Cooper went on to bed last night and woke up excited to take all of his money out of his dinosaur and take it to the store to count the money so that we would know how much he had collected for those affected by Irene.
This is Cooper at the coin counter preparing to drop in his coins.
The final total was $9.50. To an adult (and even me at the moment) this sounds like such a small pointless amount of money to send to those who will need hundreds of dollars fixing, painting, and rebuilding their lives. But, to a proud, selfless 4 year old, this was an "amazing amount of money," as he put it.
There are so many lessons within such a small event. My 4 year old has been saving money (random coins that he found next to his father's wallet, from the dryer, etc) in his green dinosaur for 2 years. Most kiddos would be ready to cash it in for a favorite toy or candy or happy meal as a reward. Without any prompting or mentioning on the coins that he had saved, he knew exactly where he wanted his money to go. He learned (even if he didn't intend to learn this), that it is better to give and help those who need it.
While eating lunch (a special lunch today), we were talking about how we could help even more and he said that we should save more money to send. I agreed with him. He then suggested that he talk with his friends to see if they want to send their money that they have saved. And in all honesty, I'm sure that he will probably do that the next time he sees them.
I did tell him though that I would post on here about his generosity and see if anyone else would like to join him in sending $9.50 to those in need of help that were affected by Hurricane Irene. If you are interested, please send me an email or contact me.
As a final note, I have to say that I am SO very proud of my kind hearted, gentle, caring, active, spirited 4 year old. I can only pray that he continues to grow with such a selfless heart and lifestyle.
P.S. if you know of a good organization, preferably through a church along the East Coast that has been affected by Hurricane Irene, that can help get this money to those in need, please let me know.
So, he was all set up on his bean bag chair, ice cream, and football on tv, truly enjoying his late night. When the first set of commercials came on, I switched the TV channel over to the Weather Channel, mainly because I don't like C to watch, hear, or get scared from certain commercials. (Yes, I know...I'm very protective in certain areas.) Anyhow, back to the main topic here. The Weather Channel was showing continuing coverage of Hurricane Irene including the flooding, high winds, people being evacuated, etc. After a few commercial breaks of watching the weather channel C stated that
"Those people (the ones being hit by the hurricane) didn't have their home anymore, didn't have couches, beds, clothes, or anything and needed some help."
He then continued with
"I want to send them all of my money from my dinosaur."
After talking with him about this and how we can find ways to help those affected by the hurricane, he was very insistent on sending ALL of his money that he had saved to those who needed it. To say that my heart was smiling and I was filled with joy and a feeling of pride for my son would be an understatement. Even at 4 years old he had thought of such a simple, valuable, and selfless gesture to help those who didn't have anything.
Cooper went on to bed last night and woke up excited to take all of his money out of his dinosaur and take it to the store to count the money so that we would know how much he had collected for those affected by Irene.
This is Cooper at the coin counter preparing to drop in his coins.
The final total was $9.50. To an adult (and even me at the moment) this sounds like such a small pointless amount of money to send to those who will need hundreds of dollars fixing, painting, and rebuilding their lives. But, to a proud, selfless 4 year old, this was an "amazing amount of money," as he put it.
There are so many lessons within such a small event. My 4 year old has been saving money (random coins that he found next to his father's wallet, from the dryer, etc) in his green dinosaur for 2 years. Most kiddos would be ready to cash it in for a favorite toy or candy or happy meal as a reward. Without any prompting or mentioning on the coins that he had saved, he knew exactly where he wanted his money to go. He learned (even if he didn't intend to learn this), that it is better to give and help those who need it.
While eating lunch (a special lunch today), we were talking about how we could help even more and he said that we should save more money to send. I agreed with him. He then suggested that he talk with his friends to see if they want to send their money that they have saved. And in all honesty, I'm sure that he will probably do that the next time he sees them.
I did tell him though that I would post on here about his generosity and see if anyone else would like to join him in sending $9.50 to those in need of help that were affected by Hurricane Irene. If you are interested, please send me an email or contact me.
As a final note, I have to say that I am SO very proud of my kind hearted, gentle, caring, active, spirited 4 year old. I can only pray that he continues to grow with such a selfless heart and lifestyle.
P.S. if you know of a good organization, preferably through a church along the East Coast that has been affected by Hurricane Irene, that can help get this money to those in need, please let me know.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Let The Summer Fun Begin!!!
It's summer time! Yippee...I'm excited that both of the kids are old enough to be active and enjoy the activities that I plan for us to do.
So, here's a glimpse at what we've been up to so far. If you like any of these ideas and want to know how to join in on the fun, message me and I can send you the recipe or directions!
We have made both foamerators and home made playdoh in the microwave this week.
The kids loved the foamerators and played with them while enjoying the kiddie pool. Bubbles and foam went everywhere!
Yesterday I made playdoh in the microwave. It was SUPER easy. I have my doubts at first, but it turned out great and the kids have played with it longer than they play with regular playdoh.
Next week's crafts and fun will hopefully include painting with the foamerators and some noodle/pool fun! (A mess does not scare me!) :)
So, here's a glimpse at what we've been up to so far. If you like any of these ideas and want to know how to join in on the fun, message me and I can send you the recipe or directions!
We have made both foamerators and home made playdoh in the microwave this week.
The kids loved the foamerators and played with them while enjoying the kiddie pool. Bubbles and foam went everywhere!
Yesterday I made playdoh in the microwave. It was SUPER easy. I have my doubts at first, but it turned out great and the kids have played with it longer than they play with regular playdoh.
Next week's crafts and fun will hopefully include painting with the foamerators and some noodle/pool fun! (A mess does not scare me!) :)
Sunday, May 15, 2011
My Newest Adventure!
I have always had a desire to stay healthy, in shape, and active (probably mostly from my undiagnosed ADD). ;) I eat "fairly" well....but I DON'T diet, can't do it, I love food too much. I have found a love for running, crazy, I know but I can honestly say that training and running my first half marathon is what allowed me to really drop my pregnancy weight better than anything I had tried. And well, having 2 kids I am automatically active, but I love challenging my mind and staying busy.
About 2 months ago I decided to take a dive into a new arena of life....and become a Les Mills Body Flow Instructor. What is Body Flow you might ask. Body Flow is an athletic blend of yoga, pilates, and tai chi. It is a great blend of amazing songs, challenging poses, and relaxation for the mind. A class is approx 55 minutes long with tracks that focus on such areas as standing strength, balance, core abs and back, twists, hamstrings, and much more. I LOVE IT!!! I have been taking these classes for the past 2 and a half years. I even took it while pregnant with Aubrey and I believe that the class really helped to prepare me for succeeding in having an all natural, non medicated child birth. Okay, so as you can tell, I truly love this class.
This past weekend I spent about 30 hours in training as the first step in becoming certified to teach these classes. What a wonderful experience it has been. I have been pushed to my limit and then further. My body has worked very hard this weekend as we did more tracks than I do in a good 3 week time period! Emotionally I was challenged as I entered into an unknown this weekend with having no experience "teaching an exercise class." I found that initially I do not do well with the "unknowns" of life. When I come to a time or event where I am unsure of myself, I attempt to withdraw and become quiet and reserved. (I know, that's absolutely NOT who I am!) But, through the amazing trainer pushing use in every area that she could and the great support of the other "to be instructors", I survived the weekend!
Through this weekend, I truly found my passion again for life in general. More specifically for health and exercise of course as well. From the events of the last few months, I seem to have lost either my focus of being passionate or my passion for life all together. I am so excited and happy that I feel passionate again. I want my passion to radiate off of me and onto to those around me.
When I came home, I turned on a track song from this weekend. It was so much fun watching the kids follow me (or attempt to follow me) as I showed them what I had been doing and learning this weekend.
It is still an unknown road ahead of me as this process is still rather foreign to me, but I know that through my passion for this and with God's help and guidance, doors will open up and opportunities will arise for me to further this new adventure that I have begun!
About 2 months ago I decided to take a dive into a new arena of life....and become a Les Mills Body Flow Instructor. What is Body Flow you might ask. Body Flow is an athletic blend of yoga, pilates, and tai chi. It is a great blend of amazing songs, challenging poses, and relaxation for the mind. A class is approx 55 minutes long with tracks that focus on such areas as standing strength, balance, core abs and back, twists, hamstrings, and much more. I LOVE IT!!! I have been taking these classes for the past 2 and a half years. I even took it while pregnant with Aubrey and I believe that the class really helped to prepare me for succeeding in having an all natural, non medicated child birth. Okay, so as you can tell, I truly love this class.
This past weekend I spent about 30 hours in training as the first step in becoming certified to teach these classes. What a wonderful experience it has been. I have been pushed to my limit and then further. My body has worked very hard this weekend as we did more tracks than I do in a good 3 week time period! Emotionally I was challenged as I entered into an unknown this weekend with having no experience "teaching an exercise class." I found that initially I do not do well with the "unknowns" of life. When I come to a time or event where I am unsure of myself, I attempt to withdraw and become quiet and reserved. (I know, that's absolutely NOT who I am!) But, through the amazing trainer pushing use in every area that she could and the great support of the other "to be instructors", I survived the weekend!
Through this weekend, I truly found my passion again for life in general. More specifically for health and exercise of course as well. From the events of the last few months, I seem to have lost either my focus of being passionate or my passion for life all together. I am so excited and happy that I feel passionate again. I want my passion to radiate off of me and onto to those around me.
When I came home, I turned on a track song from this weekend. It was so much fun watching the kids follow me (or attempt to follow me) as I showed them what I had been doing and learning this weekend.
It is still an unknown road ahead of me as this process is still rather foreign to me, but I know that through my passion for this and with God's help and guidance, doors will open up and opportunities will arise for me to further this new adventure that I have begun!
Thursday, May 12, 2011
1 Year Ago Today…..
You transitioned into a preschooler, no longer of true “toddler” status. It’s amazing to see how within one year, so much can change.
Throughout this past year, you have learned how to spell and write your full name, count to one hundred, and recognize all of your letters and numbers. You enjoy learning as if it is a fun game to win. Worksheets to you are just as fun as coloring and painting. Your love for learning is to be desired and I pray that you will always have this passion.
Last year, right after your 3rd birthday, we visited your Hematologist for the last time. I cried with joy and excitement when Dr. Patel announced that your white blood cell counts looked great and that your Neutropenia was gone. One of the main reasons as to why I cried was because 3 years prior to this day of wonderful news, you were born, on Mother’s Day Weekend (2007). This appointment took place on the Friday before Mother’s Day Weekend 3 years later….what wonderful news that my baby boy was healed and we could breathe a sigh of relief. Your body was once again producing white blood cells just as it should. Your immune system was back to full working order with no big threat of intense illnesses anymore. While there is still a part of me that wonders if your immune system will fail again or that it will come back even worse as Leukemia, I know that you are in God’s Hands. You have had two checks on your complete blood count so far, and both times your white blood cell count is the highest it has ever been! God is Amazing and Good.
Along with this healing news, you have also outgrown your bilateral bladder reflux. The test (a VCUG) was NOT enjoyable with you at this age along with the weekend to follow of convincing you that yes, in fact, you would still be able to go potty even through the (temporary) pain. Along with this great news is the news that you will never (and I mean NEVER) have to have another VCUG again!
You are still a little dare devil. You enjoy jumping on the trampoline, swinging yourself by pumping your legs, and have mastered riding your scooter….you even do tricks on it! At Christmas time Santa gave you your first ever skateboard. I’m not sure what Santa was thinking with that purchase! You can ride it sitting down, laying on it, and even standing up with your arms out “like you’re surfing”! The next item to master is a bicycle….we will also be purchasing plenty of knee and elbow pads!
You have grown to be such an independent “big boy” (as you remind me almost every day that you are no longer a baby). Park play now consists of you running off to play with the other children on the playground. I have had to learn patience and self control to not want to step in when another child is not playing nice. My “helicopter mom” status is now in full force, although I am trying to control it, I promise!
I believe that my hobby and passion for running has now passed off to you. Our morning jogs to the park, grocery store, or around the neighborhood are a lot of fun….for you while you sit comfortably in the stroller! You are a fast runner. You love to race. In fact, you ran your first ¼ mile race in August at the Zoo. You did AWESOME! I look forward to running the race with you this next year again.
You have also begun swim lessons. Apparently you are a pro at this! Going to swim class is your first athletic type class to ever go to. You are not shy towards the instructors and have no big fear of the water. You have already held your breath while going under water and opening your eyes – and we are only 3 sessions in!
Your sister and you have become the best of friends. You love teaching her new words, showing her how to play with certain toys and how to hide and hoard other toys (when you don’t want her to play with them). You give her the best hug and kiss “night night” and love and protect her so much.
Monster trucks, McQueen and Football are some of your favorite things. It is very common within any given day to hear you talk about growing up and owning a monster truck when you are a football player for Texas A&M. Now, let’s get this clear….I have been saying “No” to you becoming a football player, but since you add in that you will play for Texas A&M, well, we may be able to discuss the possibilities of you playing football one day. Although, would you consider soccer? Just asking!
You talk about being baptized, letting Jesus live in your heart, and going to church a lot these days. This year you seemed to fully understand the meaning of Easter and love reading about what it means to have Jesus live in your heart. I truly pray that you will continue to grow closer to God and hang onto his truth throughout life.
When I think of how amazing and loving you are, I smile. In any given day, you can bring a smile to my face, a good tear to my eye (watching you grow up), a frightening feeling when you take a chance, and a true feeling of joy to know that you are a blessing, an awesome brother, son, and friend.
This next year will be adventurous and fun. I am excited to watch you grow into an even more independent child. To start off your year as a 4 year old….you will get to chew GUM for the first time. This is definitely something that you have been looking forward to. You will hopefully start playing soccer, probably enjoy a few A&M football games (at Kyle Field), and talk more and more of going to “big kid school” (which I will then want to cry)! We will play, learn, and laugh together just as always. I pray that you continue having your soft spirit, your loving smile, and your happy heart throughout this next year.
So here’s to you Cooper James Smith; Happy 4th Birthday (May 12, 2011)!
Love,
Your Super Cool Mom!
You transitioned into a preschooler, no longer of true “toddler” status. It’s amazing to see how within one year, so much can change.
Throughout this past year, you have learned how to spell and write your full name, count to one hundred, and recognize all of your letters and numbers. You enjoy learning as if it is a fun game to win. Worksheets to you are just as fun as coloring and painting. Your love for learning is to be desired and I pray that you will always have this passion.
Last year, right after your 3rd birthday, we visited your Hematologist for the last time. I cried with joy and excitement when Dr. Patel announced that your white blood cell counts looked great and that your Neutropenia was gone. One of the main reasons as to why I cried was because 3 years prior to this day of wonderful news, you were born, on Mother’s Day Weekend (2007). This appointment took place on the Friday before Mother’s Day Weekend 3 years later….what wonderful news that my baby boy was healed and we could breathe a sigh of relief. Your body was once again producing white blood cells just as it should. Your immune system was back to full working order with no big threat of intense illnesses anymore. While there is still a part of me that wonders if your immune system will fail again or that it will come back even worse as Leukemia, I know that you are in God’s Hands. You have had two checks on your complete blood count so far, and both times your white blood cell count is the highest it has ever been! God is Amazing and Good.
Along with this healing news, you have also outgrown your bilateral bladder reflux. The test (a VCUG) was NOT enjoyable with you at this age along with the weekend to follow of convincing you that yes, in fact, you would still be able to go potty even through the (temporary) pain. Along with this great news is the news that you will never (and I mean NEVER) have to have another VCUG again!
You are still a little dare devil. You enjoy jumping on the trampoline, swinging yourself by pumping your legs, and have mastered riding your scooter….you even do tricks on it! At Christmas time Santa gave you your first ever skateboard. I’m not sure what Santa was thinking with that purchase! You can ride it sitting down, laying on it, and even standing up with your arms out “like you’re surfing”! The next item to master is a bicycle….we will also be purchasing plenty of knee and elbow pads!
You have grown to be such an independent “big boy” (as you remind me almost every day that you are no longer a baby). Park play now consists of you running off to play with the other children on the playground. I have had to learn patience and self control to not want to step in when another child is not playing nice. My “helicopter mom” status is now in full force, although I am trying to control it, I promise!
I believe that my hobby and passion for running has now passed off to you. Our morning jogs to the park, grocery store, or around the neighborhood are a lot of fun….for you while you sit comfortably in the stroller! You are a fast runner. You love to race. In fact, you ran your first ¼ mile race in August at the Zoo. You did AWESOME! I look forward to running the race with you this next year again.
You have also begun swim lessons. Apparently you are a pro at this! Going to swim class is your first athletic type class to ever go to. You are not shy towards the instructors and have no big fear of the water. You have already held your breath while going under water and opening your eyes – and we are only 3 sessions in!
Your sister and you have become the best of friends. You love teaching her new words, showing her how to play with certain toys and how to hide and hoard other toys (when you don’t want her to play with them). You give her the best hug and kiss “night night” and love and protect her so much.
Monster trucks, McQueen and Football are some of your favorite things. It is very common within any given day to hear you talk about growing up and owning a monster truck when you are a football player for Texas A&M. Now, let’s get this clear….I have been saying “No” to you becoming a football player, but since you add in that you will play for Texas A&M, well, we may be able to discuss the possibilities of you playing football one day. Although, would you consider soccer? Just asking!
You talk about being baptized, letting Jesus live in your heart, and going to church a lot these days. This year you seemed to fully understand the meaning of Easter and love reading about what it means to have Jesus live in your heart. I truly pray that you will continue to grow closer to God and hang onto his truth throughout life.
When I think of how amazing and loving you are, I smile. In any given day, you can bring a smile to my face, a good tear to my eye (watching you grow up), a frightening feeling when you take a chance, and a true feeling of joy to know that you are a blessing, an awesome brother, son, and friend.
This next year will be adventurous and fun. I am excited to watch you grow into an even more independent child. To start off your year as a 4 year old….you will get to chew GUM for the first time. This is definitely something that you have been looking forward to. You will hopefully start playing soccer, probably enjoy a few A&M football games (at Kyle Field), and talk more and more of going to “big kid school” (which I will then want to cry)! We will play, learn, and laugh together just as always. I pray that you continue having your soft spirit, your loving smile, and your happy heart throughout this next year.
So here’s to you Cooper James Smith; Happy 4th Birthday (May 12, 2011)!
Love,
Your Super Cool Mom!
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