We recently had Homecoming here, and oh, dear Lord. First of all, Anya and her friends had the opportunity to march in the parade, representing her grade. Dropping her off at the beginning point for the parade was a complete nightmare. Can you say NO organization whatsoever, and her principal was 20 minutes late, only one teacher from her whole school bothered to show up, and no one had any time what was going on. Eventually we got it figured out, sort of, and I rushed back home just in time. Fortunately it's a small town, and our house was within walking distance of the parade route. But it took so long figuring out where Anya and her friends needed to be that by the time I got back home the parade was already starting. We quickly got the boys up from their naps, my mom and I shoved their shoes on them, and we ran down the sidewalk.
Anya is usually a great big sister. Well, sometimes she's a great big sister. Because she's the oldest, she gets called on for help all the time. I know she gets sick of it. But we do it anyway. All the time.
It's nice to meet you! Welcome to my blog. My name is Amy, and my husband and I have three lively kids. We are so happy to share our journey with you. Come along as we learn to embrace the messiness of life, and maybe chase a dream or two along the way.