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Are You There Blogworld? It's Me, Leslie

Dear Blogworld,
Thank goodness tomorrow's Friday because, well, I love Fridays.  On these days, Hank gets off early (1:35 p.m.!) and the kids have karate. Tomorrow we may get frozen yogurt to celebrate Alison's fabu report card! She's doing phenomenally well in Spanish, and it's truly amazing to know that she will soon be fluent!  Whoa! 

I also have to turn in Henry's acceptance letter for kinder next year!  Egads!  How did that happen?!  He's very excited to start school, and I'm already starting to get the jitters for him.  When Alison started kinder, I worried that she would freak with a full day of Spanish.  That's all normal, I guess.  Being in this immersion program has been a huge leap of faith!

Kate started her second session of Giggles and Wiggles, and last week she took a 2 day art class (which she also loved!).  She loves to paint, and I think she'll be artistic like her sister!

The shop has been keeping me busy, and I'm actually contemplating leaving the real job behind.  I have apprehensions about that though. . . I change my mind several times a day!  Really!  If I did leave the real job, it would be another huge leap of faith!  Don't know if I'm ready for that just yet!!!  Yep!  I'm the captain of S.S. Wishy Washy.

Anyway, I'd like to leave you guys with this (via Katey):

Lots o' new stuff in the shop!  Like notepads, and woden pens and pencils!  And some new hang tags/gift tags that just  came in from the printers!  Lots of excitement 'round here!

And I also have some new stuff up my sleeve. . . to be unveiled soon.  Very soon! Have a great weekend everyone! ~Leslie

Seven Years Went Under the Bridge

For Allie.

There are chaotic days.  Days when the sink is full of dishes and the house needs tidying.  Perhaps it's a day when Henry is throwing sand in the house or maybe it's a day when Kate is fussing over this or that.  These are the days that I feel the pressures of raising 3 children, and it's always you who comes to my rescue.  When I'm counting down the minutes until daddy gets home from work, you are the one who helps me make it through the day with my sanity in tact.  Your gentle ways with Henry and Kate, and your natural instinct to love and nurture your brother and sister amazes me.

There are sweet days.  Like the days Henry picks me flowers from our garden. Or like the day when Kate motioned to her elbow and said, "Elmo."  I love that I can turn to you, and together we can share in the sweetness of the moment.  That's a sign, I think. A sign that you're turning into a marvelous young lady.  A person, who in time, will someday be my best friend and confidant.  I can't wait.

Happy 7th Birthday sweet one!