I mentioned that football started yesterday… hooray!! We love football season. We just do. I have cute kids who look even cuter in uniforms (and yes, I know that I’m biased. 
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I am very careful about working things out so that Matthew has something that’s for Matthew and Samara has something for Samara. I go out of my way. Like last year… it would’ve been very easy for me to move Samara up a level in cheerleading so that she would cheer for Matthew’s team. But I didn’t and ran all over God’s green earth making sure everyone was where they needed to be… AND on time.
This year I didn’t ask for them to be together but the way the signups fell this year… they are.
And I have to tell you, I’m not pleased.
The reason being? Matthew ALWAYS gets stuck doing things with Sam or gets left out of doing something that he wants to do…
For example, last year he was tall enough to ride the roller coasters WITH an adult… she was not.
However, being the single mom that braved the amusement parks without help, I had no one to stay with Samara while I rode with him. Hence, he didn’t get to ride.
They go together… pretty much… EVERYWHERE and the poor kid is at that age where he needs SOMETHING to call his own… NOTHING is sacred when you live in a house as the only male.
I’ve determined though that this was God’s way of telling me that while my intentions were the best there was just no way I was going to survive football season with them playing in different groups.
Ok, fine God. You’re right.
However, when the cheerleading coach determined that Samara was cheering for Matthew’s team a light bulb went off in her head.
“Hey Heather… since Sam’s cheering for Matthew and my assistant coach went and got knocked up, would you be the assistant coach this year?”
(Keep in mind that the coach, assistant coach and I are all good friends and the former assistant coach is due with her third child about the time the playoffs will occur… so this was all in jest.)
I could’ve said no, I hate cheerleaders and have since I was in highschool because I wasn’t skinny enough or popular enough to make the squad back then. (I was a cheerleader in the 8th grade but that’s only because they didn’t make cuts and they needed a base. When I moved to Virginia and entered the public school system, my short lived cheerleading career was over. Not that I’m bitter or anything… I’m just saying…)
But I said yes. The reality of it is, I have to be there anyway and there’s not enough time for me to drop her off and run errands and there’s no internet that I can steal hook into there… so why not?
So, yes, you’re looking at the anti-cheerleader who is now the assistant cheerleading coach….
It’s funny because I’m also anti-PTA (and it’s not because I don’t support the PTA it’s simply because most all PTAs are a bunch of clique-y women) and ended up on the PTA board last year and am somehow involved this year… although I’m not sure what I’m doing yet.
So, I wonder exactly how this happens… it appears that when I label myself as anti-something I end up getting involved…
Let’s try this… i’m anti-relationship…
(This will be the one time that it doesn’t work…..lol)
Until next time…
Heather
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Last year I did the best thing I could’ve ever done for my son… signed him up for football….
(This would be after I got over my motherly fear that some other kid would squish him like a bug, of course…)
The first week of the clinic was exciting and nail biting… but he kept going…
every night I made him call my dad to get manly encouragement so that he wouldn’t quit…
and every afternoon he donned his gear and headed back to the field… he loved it…
But we worked hard with him to pump him up and only one night did he come home and say he wanted to quit…
it was the night that he got crushed and had a bruise on his hand like you wouldn’t believe… but I put him on the phone with dad and talked to his coaches and when I picked him up the next night he was excited again.
Football instills confidence in him. It’s a sport like no other. I don’t see him like this during basketball or any other time of the year. His coaches are great. Most of them don’t have kids on the field… they are there because they believe in the program and that says alot. The head coach pushes that you are a gentleman before you’re a football player and they better never, ever catch your mom carrying your equipment.
The football families come together every night and talk and friendships are made and I’m excited too…
Never mind that I have to have dinner ready at 4:30 or that once school starts, homework, dinner, practice, showers, etc are trying…
It doesn’t bother me that Saturday mornings I’ll be running kids all over the place because without fail, Samara will have to cheer at one field while he plays at another (at the same time of course)….
Because it’s football season… and I love it….
From now through mid-October I’m going to be hopping all over the place and loving it…
And here are just a few memories from last year… I can’t wait to add more for this year…
He’s not a ball handler so the fact that I got this one is amazing to me…
His second night of practice and the first time that I didn’t see my baby but a young man….
After a game….
And with football comes cheerleading…
This is Sam before her first day of cheer camp….
and one of my favorite pictures (if Sam would’ve had her eyes open)
I LOVE FOOTBALL SEASON!!!!!!
Until next time…
Heather
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I haven’t shared many pics of the kids as I’ve not seen them… however, my mom shared a few with me and I thought I would humor you with them…
Until next time…
Heather
It’s my last weekend with the kids before they leave on Friday for 6 weeks…
My house is a mess… there’s tons of yard work to do… but I wanted to spend some time with them… after all, I’ll have lots of extra time to do this once they leave, right? (Because, seriously, I don’t think my social life will pick up any…)
Anywho… we were invited by our neighbors to head out to the lake. It’s about 45 minutes from here and the drive is directly through God’s country… you know it’s REALLY pretty when your kids are mesmerized by all that they see on the drive…
her dad has a house right on the lake.. understatement…he’s got a dock, a paddle boat, a jet ski and two boats… it was gorgeous… and we cooked out of course…
the kids took off as soon as we got there… fishing… i couldn’t believe that Samara would want anything to do with the fishing, but she did… and even caught a few fish! AND… get this.. she even threw one back! AMAZING!!!! 
What’s even more amazing is that I can’t stand little mice, but I can take a fish off the hook and throw it back…explain that to me, please? Because I was the one that they came to when they needed the fish taken off the hook and I just reached out and did it… Matthew did catch a fish, although I wasn’t able to snap a pic in time.. and he also caught his own finger… it just wouldn’t have been a true Jacobson outing without a casualty.
After the fishing, they went swimming, and I didn’t see them again until it was time to eat… and man did we eat! Tammy always brings enough to feed a small army and it was so good.. and of course, after eating they were back in the water…until it was time to leave…
We had to make it back so the kids could have their last outing with their big siblings (from the Big Brother/Big Sister Program) before they leave… leaving me to head to the Goodwill…I don’t have the patience for the G-Boutique..there’s too much there and it’s not sorted…
But once they got back, we popped some popcorn and put in Hoodwinked…
Tomorrow, we’ve got church and the kids have a birthday party… so our quality time comes to an end and it will be time to get them ready to go and finish out the school year…
I’m not sure where this year went…I can’t believe that I’m losing my 2nd and 4th grader and gaining a 3rd and 5th grader… but i am…
and I know that they are going to grow so much while they are gone… so I sit here and stare at them, wondering how they are going to change… and hanging on to the little one who’s cuddled up on the couch with me… because she’s picked today to like me…
and all is good in the world…
until next time…
heather
Are you tired of hearing about my mice?
I’m tired of talking about them… really… tired of dealing with them…
and I wasn’t going to share today’s little tale until this afternoon when Matthew and I had a gut wrenching laugh over them…
to which he said, “You’re going to blog about this, aren’t you?”
I’m not one to disappoint my youngin’s ya know…
Last night and this morning I had heard a weird noise in the kitchen, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I assumed that it was a mouse but there was no evidence of one…
I heard it again and went back out into the kitchen. It stopped. (Of course… if you were a mouse invading someone else’s home wouldn’t you stop and be quiet?)
I then thought to myself, “Self, you haven’t checked the pantry closet.”
I braved myself to open the door… slowly…not knowing what I would find…
and to be honest, I was scared to death.
When I looked down, there were the Oreos that Becki bought when she was here… except instead of being on the shelf where she put them, they were over in front of a hole in the wall…
and they were open…
and there were at least 5 cookies gone…and one half gone…
how rude of me — i interrupted a meal!
I wanted to DIE.
I grabbed a stick and started poking at the bag of once perfectly good cookies to make sure the rodent had retreated back into the hole and then pulled the bag out and placed it on the kitchen table.
After I got over that, I went and found a piece of wood, got my hammer and a gazillion nails and covered up that hole…i don’t think they’ll be getting in that way anymore…
after I finished that little home improvement project, I retreated to my desk and began working again…
here’s where my “mother of the year” nomination begins…
Matthew came in from school and we were chatting… I looked at his yearbook… we talked about school… he asked me about working on a power point presentation this after noon and so I went over to his computer and fired up the program…
As I’m fiddling with the ancient computer that now belongs to him, I hear him say, “That’s weird…they normally aren’t this soft…”
With my back still to him, I replied, “What isn’t?”
About the time I realized he was talking about the cookies and he said, “the oreos” I screamed…”Oh my God! Don’t eat those…”
Matthew jumped, spit the cookie in his mouth in to the trashcan and had this panicked stricken look on his face…
He stared at me…waiting for a response… and I burst out laughing…
He’s staring at me as I finally got out…”Those are the cookies the mouse got into…”
He continues to stare at me…
“I’m sorry,” I fumble… “I found them today and forgot to throw them away.” I then show him my wonderful carpentry work…
He goes to the table to inspect the bag of cookies and says… “Well, I don’t see any mouse poop in there… so I guess I didn’t eat that… although I’m sure I wouldn’t know since it looks the same as the Oreo crumbs…”
“Oh Matt, that’s gross.” I said.
He smiles and says, “But it will be funny on your blog… you are going to blog about this, right?”
So, dear Matthew, I blogged about it… Now, make sure you tell your grandparents this summer… but just part of the story so that Nana can call me up and ask me why I’m letting you eat mouse poop…
Until next time…
Heather
As I was talking with Becki yesterday, I asked her if she ever felt like she was just not cut out for this mothering stuff…
Of course, when I asked her, it was because my beautiful daughter was so insistent on “helping” me and gabbing away that I couldn’t hear Becki on the phone…and when I asked her (Sam, not Becki) to be quiet, she turned into her drama queen self.. jumped off the dryer and went wailing into the living room muttering something about how all she was trying to do was help….
Did anyone else notice a total emotional change in their daughters about the time they turned 7? I mean, she was a drama queen from the moment that I spit her out, but when she turned 7… she got worse and I’m telling ya… she could win an academy award with some of this stuff…
but I digress…
When I picked Matthew up from school yesterday he got in the car and before I could even say, “How was your day?” he said, “Brooke broke up with me.”
My heart sank. He really liked her…
But, because I’m his mother and now she’s hurt him I have to know all the details….. actually, it’s just because I heart drama that does not involve me in any way, shape, or form.
So I asked why and he told me because she liked Josh.
Who is this Josh? What can Josh offer her that my Matthew can’t? Is Josh digging up a stump in the front yard? Does Josh mow the lawn? Does Josh have a more extensive set of Pokemon cards?
I could tell that he was hurt. And I didn’t know what to do.
He spent some time with his Big Brother last night and we both noticed he was kinda quiet…he just came home and sat there. No fighting with his sister… no looking for something, anything, to eat… he was just quiet…
So I decide that I have to fix it. I have to make him feel better again, useful… like he’s needed… right? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do as a mother?
So, I spot those mouse traps on top of the fridge… the real, snap ones… not the humane ones (because we haven’t gotten ANYTHING with those)… not the glue traps (because we all know what happened the last time I used those)… but the real ones…
the ones I bought forever ago and have just been too afraid to use…
I call Matthew out to the kitchen and I ask him about the traps… I ask him if I put them out will he check them for me so that I don’t have to see the dead mice… I ask him if he would be the Mouse Patrol in our house…
Together we figured out where we should put the traps, and assembled them, and laughed when the traps snapped on us, unexpectedly… (just so you know, you should put the peanut butter on the trap BEFORE you set it…)
And when we were done, there was a slight confidence that had returned… (in him, not me… mice and confidence will NEVER be in the same sentence when talking about me!)
When we woke up this morning he was first on the scene… I saw him peek back behind and confirm that we got one…I immediately shrieked (even though I never saw it…) and screamed “Get it out of here!”
He put on the rubber gloves, got a bag and that’s when I left… I left the room… I was on the other side of the house and I heard him say to his sister…
This is so cool…. look at the blood and there’s a little piece of his skin stuck in it….
Oh. My. God. Please make him stop talking about it…
But both of them were infatuated with the dead mouse.
I heard him go out the front door and when he returned he said to me, “Mom, would you like me to clean up the counter for you? There’s…”
“Please?!” I responded, cutting him off… hoping that I didn’t sound desperate, but knowing that I probably did.
He cleaned it up and had his breakfast…
I can’t be positive, but I think I saw his chest puffed out….
And when he grabbed his school bag and walked out the door, I remembered how hard it would be for him to face Brooke (assuming that 10 year old break ups are anything like 30 year old break ups…) and said, “Sweetie… don’t you worry about Brooke… there’s a girl out there for you…”
I felt motherly.
“Mom… it’s okay. There’s no room for a girlfriend. I have my hands full taking care of you.”
And I again wondered if I was cut out for this mothering stuff…
Until next time…
Heather
Ok, now I can wrap up this trip and put it to bed… but first…
My BFF, Becki, asked me in a smart butt kinda way, the difference between a Commonwealth and a State…
and because I’m brilliant know how to search on Google, and because I thought others may wonder as well… here is the answer…
There is no difference between a commonwealth and a state in the U.S. To Locke, Hobbes, and other 17th-century writers the term “commonwealth” meant an organized political community — what we today call a “state.” Officially Pennsylvania, Kentucky, Virginia, and Massachusetts are all commonwealths. When Pennsylvania, Kentucky, Virginia, and Massachusetts became part of the United States, they merely took the old form of state in their title.
Today, commonwealth also means a political unit having local autonomy but voluntarily united with the U.S. These are Puerto Rico and the Northern Mariana Islands.
Now, with that out of the way, let’s carry on…
I left you yesterday as we finished our tour of the Yorktown Victory Center…and good news for us, had all the children that we were supposed to have and none of the other green shirted children…
We then had a nice tour of I-64 as our bus driver followed the other bus driver who apparently didn’t know his way around…
And then we eat…
Where?
On the grass.
Did I mention that it had rained the night before?
Did you know that when you sit on the lawn to eat and it rained the night before that your butt will get wet?
The bus driver pointed that out to me…
“What are you doing getting on the bus with a wet butt?” he joked…
“What are you looking at my butt for?” I retorted.
“It was just kinda out there…”
Reason 467 that I need to lose weight and thank goodness for Beth and Tales from the Scales….
Now, Williamsburg was awesome from the moment we landed back in time…
BUT… it took us a little while to time warp… while waiting to get off the bus, I see all these men walking around… a few of them talking into their sleeves…
Secret Service…
Know what that means? Dick Cheney is somewhere close… little did we know…
He, along with the Queen, are right here at the Williamsburg Inn… and our bus is parked not 150 yards from it.
That’s the best I can do as far as witnessing the Queen… sorry…
but walking around, it was hard to get over the amount of news vehicles there… and I’ve been in TV in some form or fashion for 12+ years now… so I don’t get excited to see camera crews normally… but there were so many of them… and then this… 
The Virginia State Police Command Center… (someone needs to tell them we’re a Commonwealth….)
It really was amazing….
Our tour guide was amazing… Menzie, a historian, and normally a story teller in Historic Williamsburg actually told the Queen a story the night before… he was a little on the weird side but oh.my.gosh…. the kids were far from bored.
Later we found out the the tour guide nazi was with our other group… she scolded the Vice Principal in front of the kids and they all had to walk on the grass so as to not disturb the rocks…
Menzie took us and let us try on clothes from the 1700s…. 
This is Matthew dressed up in “rich people’s clothes” and he loved it!
One thing I did learn is that boys wore dresses/skirts until the were deemed old enough to wear pants… the kids looked so cute in their dress up clotes… every single kid (all 16 of them) got to put something on…
I was sad that we had such a short time with Menzie. He was amazing. I did hang on every word. He’s one of those people that truly has found his gift and as he walked through Williamsburg he knew everyone (all the people dressed up in the colonial wardrobes) and it really was like we had been transported into a different era…
Now, a little side note here about Williamsburg (because Misty asks the good questions)… there are about 80 families living in Williamsburg in the historic homes there. They work there as well and if they wish to make a change to their home, it’s almost as bad as passing an act of Congress… I’m talking about even hanging a picture…
In addition to that, they must leave their homes open (unlocked) 24-7 so that visitors can come and visit… and their homes look like they did back then… meaning that little girls rooms won’t look like someone threw Pepto Bismol up with all the Barbie stuff and the boys’ rooms won’t be adorned with all things NASCAR…
Just a little FYI….
Leaving Williamsburg, we were pooped…. but it was only 4:30 in the afternoon… we still had that long trip home…
Dinner was scheduled at the Golden Corral at 7pm in Charlottesville…we slept just a little on the way there…and when we pulled in there was one bus already there… not our other bus…
so we sat there to wait for the other bus…and we see two more pull in… not ours though….
finally, ours shows up… and there are now 5 buses (the charter ones people) at the Golden Corral.
On a Friday night.
On Seafood night.
I don’t know how it is where you live, but here? All you can eat seafood buffets, regardless of how good the food is, draws folks out of the hills… so you can imagine how crowded this might be….
and we’re hungry…
I will say this for the big GC… I was impressed… we waited no more than 15 minutes to be seated and they didn’t run out of food…and we had a great time asking the boys what their favorite parts of the trip were (not including lunch and dinner, because that’s what each of them said they liked the most).
Back on the bus, bellies full and little feet too sore to carry us any further… two hours until we get there… and God Bless the High School Aide that we had with us… she had the Lion King… so we popped that in, but most of the kids were conked out…and bless their hearts… they were so cute…and I had a heck of a time waking them up when we got back to the school!
We were home at 10:30p and after sweeping the bus and making sure we had all of our belongings, we headed to the car…
it was a long day… but it was a good day… on so many levels…
and let’s look at the bright side… i still have guys checking out my butt…
yes, I’ll take it wherever I can get it…
Until next time…
Heather
…commonwealth… we’re a commonwealth… my high school history teacher would be disappointed in me if he were to hear me call Virginia a state…
so useless trivia for you… do you know what other states are commonwealths?
There are only four… Virginia, Kentucky, Massachusetts, and Pennsylvania…
there’s your random fact for the day…
Now, I say Virginia is a big state. I know that there are many more that are larger… say, like, California…. but when you take a trip that has you leaving at 4:30am and you don’t get home until 10:30pm, that’s alot of territory that’s covered and man! I felt it!
Before I go any further… let me say that I had the BEST time with those kids… and my chaperoning partners and I would do it again… in fact, in about two years I will get to do it again with Samara… perhaps I’ll have recuperated by then…
You know the day is going to be great when at 4:45am, you and the bus driver are already cracking jokes and seeing who can bring the other one down…
It’s the story of my life…
But, I digress…
Here are the boys in my group… JD, Matthew, and Angel… yes, it’s 4:30am and they are happy… they are not addicted to caffeine yet and require it to get moving….Matthew and Angel were bouncing off the walls all week…. I think Angel called every.single.night. to discuss the trip… but it was SO cute…
And here are Matthew and I ready to get moving… I showered and put makeup on… because, you know, the queen was going to be in the neighborhood….
that and I have a history of finding ALL the single dad’s at the school, so I didn’t want to take my chances of looking horrible… (that is another post for another time… but it’s oh so very true… sad, but true)…
The Vice Principal told the kids, jokingly, that they were not to talk until the sun came up… I didn’t hear a PEEP out of any of them until about the time we got past Charlottesville when the sun, did, infact, come up… then it was a dull roar…
I have a little suggestion for the folks at the bus company… Maybe you could find a bus driver that kinda sorta likes kids…. he doesn’t need to scoop each one of them up and love on them, but one that doesn’t scare them… because see, I LOVED the bus driver… on an adult level… in that we were obnoxious and laughing and cutting jokes… but when he opened up and yelled at my sons for the day… mama bear was coming OUT!
Anywho….
Our bus driver was FLYING… we were way far ahead of the other bus… we left the school a little late… and we got to Yorktown 40 minutes early… and we stopped! (We tried to convince him to stop in Short Pump (Richmond) so that we could go to the mall, but he wouldn’t…)
Yorktown was interesting…as I type this I’m trying to remember something cool that I learned, but nothing comes to mind. I know I learned alot…the tour guide we had was good, but not very loud… at one point she said, “you kids get up here in the front, this is your tour…” and I looked at Misty (the other mom with me) and said, “But I paid for it…”
Just a little.too.loud…
I think that was my payback for laughing at Misty when she said “Man, why did we have to get the tour guide that’s 100 years old.”
Yes… I, too, wondered why the school allowed me to chaperone these kids…
After our tour of Yorktown and while we were waiting for the other groups to finish the kids played around and it was here that I put two and two together… Remember Brooke?
No? The little girl whose eyes glistened in the moonlight according to my son?
I witnessed 10 year old flirting…
Here they are “fighting”…. aren’t they so cute?
She’s very well behaved and a-dor-a-ble… I was bummed that she wasn’t in my group…
So, when we all met up it was time to head to Williamsburg and lunch (because I was STARVING — all that driving and walking will do that to ya!)
We headed to the busses and you might notice that all the kids are wearing those bright green shirts? This was a brilliant idea that the school had…
the problem? Other schools had the same brilliant idea… meaning I’m trying to corral kids on our bus that don’t belong to us…
I think I’ll stop here… I’ve got to get to work…
I’ll have the rest later…
Until next time…
Heather
PS. We didn’t bring home any kids that didn’t belong to us… Wouldn’t that make for interesting blogging though?
… I don’t know what will!
It’s 4:15am… we’re headed to the school now for our trip to Williamsburg…
we’ll be back late tonight… so I’ll see you when I recouperate from a day with a bunch of 10 year old boys!
Until next time…
Heather
Perhaps you have seen the commercial for Home Depot in which the mother (a single mother at that) redoes her home.
All by herself.
She says at the end that she hopes her girls look at her as if she is a hero.
I hope that my kids look at me that way as well, but it’s not going to be because I’m the new Home Depot Mom.
Up until Monday, I couldn’t make a trip to Lowe’s or Home Depot, alone, with out tears.
Seriously.
I know…it’s sad.
Let me preface this by saying that up until September, I didn’t have to go alone… I had a man to do this… one who knew what he was doing… and if I did have to go alone, I had instructions or the bad part that I needed to replace so that there was NO WAY I could screw it up…i didn’t have to assemble things, fix things, make things better, etc.
We used to go together on date nights and I would point out what I liked and he would tell me if it was feasible or not in our home…
it was that simple…
the home improvement store was not my domain…and i was okay with that…
Since September, going to the home improvement store alone intimidated me…
I didn’t know what I was doing and to be honest, I went only when I had to.
Like when I found myself in need of a lawn mower and a weed eater…
(And for the record, I think that if you work in the lawn mower section of the store, you should know something about lawn mowers…she was NO help and while I did walk out of there with a lawn mower, I was weedeaterless… there were too many choices and I didn’t know what I needed and she was worthless…)
I’ve made a few trips there, but only if I had to…
Matthew’s been working on digging a stump out of the front yard… Dad told him to saw the roots after he dug around them….
The saw wasn’t cutting it… literally…
I decided we needed an ax…or a hatchet…
So off to Lowe’s we went…
I actually, kinda, knew where they were located and so Matthew and I stood there looking at the wide array of axes and hatchets….
We stood there for awhile….
…and then we looked at one another…
(talk about the blind leading the blind….)
But I was not going to cry… (because seriously, what would crying do??? I’m so pathetic….)
“Well, Matt…” I started… “You think we need an ax or a hatchet?”
Because my 10-year-old knows this…
“I think the hatchet would be better. It’s smaller and I can handle it better…” he says.
“That’s true, plus with the stump being so close to the porch, the smaller handle will probably work better.” I spout back.
“True,” he says. “We’ve been having some problems with the shovel handle.”
There’s a pause as we continue to look at the assortment of chopping tools.
“Plus, if we buy the hatchet and it turns out we need an ax, we can just borrow Adam’s,” he says, breaking the silence.
(Adam is our FANTABULOUS neighbor and our answer to everything!)
After deciding that we were going to purchase the hatchet, we then had to decide which one. I selected the Fiskar’s hatchet. (This same company makes scrap booking stuff — so why I felt that they had any credibility in the hatchet department, I don’t know… but I had heard of them and they guaranteed that the handle wouldn’t break.)
Matthew found a cheaper one and I said to him, “Cheaper isn’t always better, Matthew.”
After getting over the shock that the cheaper statement just came out of my mouth, I followed up with, “Besides, I feel confident with this one.”
It was a major accomplishment.
And while we were there, we headed over to the paint section and picked out some paint chips for the bathroom. It’s been something that we’ve been putting off but after reading this over at Potty Prayers, we decided we were going to come up with something…
And I didn’t cry. I didn’t even feel the tears come on. I was proud of me.
We came home and Matthew went right to the stump and chopped up two of the exposed roots.
And maybe, just maybe, I can be the hero mom after all… because how many mom’s buy their sons a hatchet?
(Ok, so I’m a hero to him…)
Until next time…
Heather
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