First Day of School - 1st Grade

Well, we got Nate off on the bus this morning. He was headed to his first day of school with his new teacher, Mrs. Lake. He was up by 630, I had told him no earlier than 730 hoping that would keep him in bed just a little longer , but I had been laying in my bed looking at the clock for about 20 minutes beacuse Jackie had come in to snuggle and woken me, and I figured he was going to be up early anyway.

He was very excited. He did not want me to pack his lunch, because he wanted to buy it in the cafeteria, they had the option of hotdogs or tuna subs. He thought those sounded good to him.

While waiting for the bus, I had a hard time getting him to take a semi-serious picture. He had absolutely no problem getting on the bus, he was ready to hop on almost before she had stopped.

Jackie was so easy this morning, I was a little concerned she might get upset when he got on the bus but she waved goodbye with a smile. We then played outside for a while after we got Nate on the bus. It is such a beautiful morning, and now she is having a snack while watching Blue's Clues. I think it is going to be so nice to have the time to spend with her for a while I have missed it.

My Grandfather

Well, for those of you who are interested my Grandfather died this past Monday afternoon after being diagnosed with Brain cancer in May.

He lived to be 77, was a wonderful man who taught me many wonderful things.

For example,

The dishes in the sink are not done until the counter is cleaned off and the sink is clean. I still make use of this.

The lawn/grass should be mowed a different direction every time you cut it, and the spots that you miss are called "holidays" 'cause you must have been taking a holiday when you missed them the first time.

That golf is an enjoyable, yet at times frustrating game, especially when the ball goes into the woods for the third time in 2 holes.

That eggs are so much better (although not as healthy) when cooked in a bit of the grease from the bacon. YUM!

That it is OK for a grown man to cry at a good movie.

That marriage is a wonderful thing. (He and my grandmother were married for 57 years)

He also showed us all how much he loved us every day, whether he told us or not, but he always had a smile for us.


With all of my love Grampa, I will miss you.

C. Mansfield Whitney

Born October 11, 1929
Died July 30, 2007