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The thought of catching up has been very daunting.  I have found myself procrastinating, rationalizing, dramatizing, all sorts of "ing" but no writing.  So we are going to just say this past summer was a hiatus, "a missing piece or an interruption in the intensity or amount of something."  I think we can all agree that this is indeed what Breezy Fields has experienced the past SEVERAL months.  Sure, I have thrown a post or two on in a weak attempt to get back in the saddle again, but it has been, just that- WEAK.  My hope is that this is it, I am back.  I can keep an account of my little family and not regret letting my blog gather dust and cobwebs, hidden under a mending pile in the back of a closet (I don't know why I have a mending pile. Things really just stay there until they are so out of style I have no guilt, okay maybe a teensy twinge, when I finally load it into the Goodwill pile).  My blog will be shiny, new, sparkly, and maybe I can even manage to change the family picture that is over two years old.  I'm sure my fifteen year old just loves it.  Plus, I hate my arms in that picture.  Really, I have some decent arms right now and those arms just make me cringe.  I had better get going.  I do not want to catch up on today, tomorrow.

I mentioned my fifteen year old.  I have one of those now.  I'm pretty much being cursed for my incredibly lackadaisical attitude in high school by raising a child that is in every way completely opposite. Not every way, all of the sudden the world revolves around friends and a social life and I do remember that.  Jane spends HOURS considering every decision she is making regarding school.  High School is simply a culmination of events that will eventually lead to a pot of gold at the end of the Rainbow- BYU. May I start praying now that the girl gets in?  If she doesn't, I fear greatly.  Jane is taking Honors Biology, Honors English, Honors World Studies, and Geometry.  Wait, the Honors World Studies is next semester, thankfully.  She is also taking Treble Choir and then here is our problem- band.  She wants to continue with the flute BUT the band is not the cool band of Carmel High School, it is the "nerdy" band AND it plays at the football games.  This of course means you don't sit with your friends.  You sit with the band.  Confession, at her age I would not have been caught dead in the band.  However, at the wise old age of 37 I see the error of my ways (not that I could have played in the band anyway, kazoo anyone?).  I fear that once she decides not to do band her days of playing the flute will go by the wayside.  I have searched for teachers but have not found one in the area.  It breaks my heart to let her decide she wants to do digital photography instead of band but I think that's what is going to happen (she does have a great eye and has taken some amazing pictures).   All that talent, all those hours... It nearly kills me. Ah well, (here I would add a deep and profound quote or a great witty one if I could come up with one).  We all must live our lives and parents can't fix all the mistakes they made for their children, as much as we may desire to do so.  I just hope it isn't a regret she has later.  Besides the agonizing Jane has gone through and drug me through over her freshman class schedule, life is pretty dang sweet for our girl.  She has made AMAZING friends, is on the stake youth activities committee, and is pretty much only home when she has to be.  This past year has been quite the change.  I'm trying to keep up.  The funny thing is, I know exactly how she feels.  I was just there, twenty three years ago, but really it was just yesterday.  I hope she continues to make the good choices she has made up till now, I have every expectation that she will.

Sadie is my awesome helper, if I want to make Jane annoyed (yes, I'm that immature) I just call Sadie the new Jane.  It's true though, she is my "go to" girl, she has stepped up to the challenge.  It is her time to be my "deployment husband."  She is such a loving and devoted sister to Ellyn, she is Sawyer's unending source of all things fun and magical and adventurous, and she is my little errand runner and partner in crime.  She's a fun kid and I like hanging out with her.  She was nervous the first day of school but she has great friends in the neighborhood (all a year younger) and seems to have quickly settled in at school.

Okay, that's it for tonight.  I have a 4:30 wake up call.  I wake up when Jane wakes up for seminary.  I can only hope that she soon figures out that 5:00 is a way better time to wake up.  In the mean time I fade very rapidly come 10:00.  So, here's to many future blog entries, and good night.

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Mom/Barb said…
I'd like to put in my request for an 8 x 10 picture of your family when you take it so that we can get rid of the outdated one in our front hallway!!!! :~)
September 13, 2011 at 5:47 PM
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