Ethan had his end of the year bash and also end of the year program, Both equally special. I'll write more on those at a later date. I feel like this entry would be a mile long if I talked about every detail of those. I will say, which I've already said before, Ethan's school is such a special place. The love in that place is so strong. When Ethan first started going last year, I was a nervous wreck. Not that I didn't have faith that others were capable of taking care of him, but that I would miss that special time. Those six hours a week would be given to somebody else. To some that may sound absolutely ridiculous, but to me I have always valued the time with my kids. For one day (very soon) those six hours a week will turn into eight hours a day, five days a week. Do the math on that. Yep, I'll be on the hot mess express that first day of Kindergarten. Those feelings of nervousness have long been gone, because I feel like St. Paul's is part of our family now. They love Ethan just as much (or pretty close) as I do and want to see him succeed as well.
In the midst of the great move and end of the year shenanigans, Mother's Day makes an appearance. Pretty much that day the only thing I didn't want to do was pack, move, or clean up vomit. Score on all three. I had a great Mother's Day! My brother and his sweet little family came in town. Which the boys absolutely love their cousin, Baby Jax (even though he's technically not a baby anymore). He'll be twenty-five years old and they'll still be calling him Baby Jax. The first two days they came in town we were quarantined, which was torture for the boys. All I heard was "can we go see Baby Jax, can we go see Baby Jax?" Finally the curse of the stomach bug had been lifted and they got to see their Baby Jax. They watched Mickey, they rode power wheels, they swam, they had an absolute blast. In typical Louisiana fashion we had a crawfish boil Saturday night. And boy were they good! There's nothing quite like a Louisiana Saturday night crawfish boil. Sunday we had steaks at Mom's for lunch and burgers at Chris's sisters house that evening. The food for the weekend was on point, definitely didn't help my waistline considering summer is literally right around the corner.
On a very sad note, our sweet puppy passed away Tuesday. He was pushing fifteen years old. The last year had been rough on him. Unfortunately, age had taken it's tole. As humans we are pretty much always guaranteed to outlive our fur babies. Which sucks. Because to so many, like us, they ARE our family. I had gotten Peppi about a year before Chris and I met. Peppi took to Chris immediately. From then on out, Peppi was Chris's. Peppi experience every phase of life Chris and I experienced together. He watched us fall in love, he watched us learn how to be husband and wife, he watched us fight and then make up, he watched the late night parties we had on the back porch, he watched us experience the greatest joy in our lives- having our babies, he was there every step of the way. He had a ridiculous love for milk bones and "going for rides." He was feisty as all get out, Chris still has a scar to prove it. He was the ultimate cuddler. He never truly wanted to get out of bed. Gosh how I miss him! But I know all dogs go to heaven and one day, he will be there to greet me.
I am hoping with the approach of summer that life will slow down a bit. I love those late summer nights where the kids stay out until dark. No plans. No scurrying about from here to there. Just stagnancy. A tranquility that can only be brought by the peacefulness of no movement. Welcome sweet summer time!