Milestones

Yesterday, we hit a big milestone at the Pearl household. Fisherman started high school. High school! How can that be? I remember his first day of Kindergarten like it was yesterday. When did he learn to tie his shoes and say his alphabet, learn his times tables and read books without pictures? When did he stop having me walk him into school and do his homework on his own? I am so excited for him and this new chapter, but you wouldn't know it by the way I boohooed as he drove away with Mr. Pearl yesterday morning. I made it worse by thinking that because of his late spring birthday (and assuming he stays out of trouble), this will be the last time one of his parents drives him to school! 

Kindergarten Fisherman

First day of high school - ninth grade

Today was a bit better, no tears. Sweet Pea and Sport start school tomorrow morning. I will be driving them to school and walking them in and maybe hanging around more than I should, but I don't care. Time is going too fast and I am going to savor these moments. Good luck to other moms out there! It's okay to cry!

xoxo,

Krissy

State Champions and Being Busy

Hello loverlies! I have not been ignoring you, it's just that my life won't let me ignore it long enough to check in! Weekend before last, we loaded-up the family truckster and headed south for Fisherman's basketball state tournament. They brought the first ever State Junior High Championship trophy to their school! Go Eagles! We spent a fun weekend with the other players and their families and cheered while the boys played their hearts out! So fun! 

We are on to the next adventures and looking forward to Spring Break - emphasis on the later. What's new with you? Hope to check in soon with an update on my family room curtains!

Happy Wednesday!

Krissy

Roughing It

I mentioned that Fisherman went to camp a week ago. He had an absolute ball. This was not the typical swim, play sports and do crafts kind of camp. This was strictly fly-fishing, fishing (there is a difference), bow, rifle and shotgun shooting, canoeing, kayaking and hunter certification camp. None of that frilly stuff. My boy roughed-it in the Texas Hill Country for a week.

This is the lodge Fisherman called "home" for the week. We were worried that it would be difficult for him to stay.

The inside of the Lodge wasn't much better. No comforts at all. This was the space where Fisherman and the other campers were expected to spend their quiet time each afternoon to get out of the heat. Yes, only the bare necessities.

This is the bunk room where my boy slept. Yes, it was going to be tough.

Fisherman actually used this apparatus more than his fly rod this week. I guess fire arms trump rods and reels. I can't imagine how much ammo the camp went through in a week. Fisherman, by the way, is an awesome shot. (I see scholarship money.)

The campers took a field trip to a taxidermist. Fisherman could not stop talking about all the mounts. I forgot to mention that if you are squeamish about dead animals, you might want to disregard this post.

Fisherman had a wonderful week. He won the "Outstanding New Camper" Award. We are always proud of him, but that was a big one for him! For some reason, he cannot wait to get back to camp next summer. I can't understand why.

xoxo,

Krissy

Thirteen

Thirteen years ago today, my life forever changed for the better. This little bundle entered my world. It was Easter Sunday and it was the best Easter ever.

Home from the hospital

Where does the time go?

The Pearl Family of Three - oh my! Mr. Pearl and I look like teenagers.

(we were not by the way)

ooh that hiney!

First Birthday!

first loves - paci and woobie

Second Birthday at the train

A Sprite from Sonic, "real tongs", and the grill... good times

Third Birthday

Fisherman and Daddy

A new love - fishing

(this one seems to be a "keeper")

Kindergarten picture

(this one melts my heart)

Swinging from a tree

First Bay Fishing Trip

Legos - you are a master

The Beach - home away from home

A young man - when did this happen?

Your infectious smile

The place you are most comfortable - anywhere outdoors

I cannot believe that my first born is thirteen. Thirteen! How did this happen? I mean one day it's sippy cups and Thomas train and the next it's Legos, fishing lures, guns and deodorant. Lot's and lot's of deodorant!

Fisherman, you are a blessing to our family. You are a loving son, a patient, big brother and a loyal friend. Your passion and love for fishing and the outdoors is contagious and your knowledge is amazing. You are smart and you work hard. You are funny and a delight to be around and you light the world with your gi-normous smile. Happy Birthday darling son! Thank you for still allowing me to hug you in public. I cannot wait to see what the Lord has planned for you, for it is sure to be great. Happy, Happy Day!

Mom