Hello Bell!

I woke this morning to find a text from my step mom. It said, “I wanted to let you know Stocky was thinking of you tonight. He was eating some sherbet and he said ‘ ‘I bet Kristi Bell could help me eat this!’ “. This made my day.

Stocky always called me Bell or Kristi Bell. I for a long time, thought Bell was my middle name. When I called, it was always , “hello Bell!” Over the past few years, Stocky has only called me Bell a handful of times. Two of those times were when we visited at the end of February and when we called to wish him a happy 89th. (!) birthday. Now, we can add last night.

Stocky has dementia. We all know the struggles that are associated with that, so I won’t bore you with details. So, this text made me feel so loved, so happy.

Teda and Stocky (dad, Kathy and auntie Mary Jo too) are on a new adventure. Stocky is at his new home now. Hopefully, the release from the everyday strain will free Teda from a lot of the strain and allow them to enjoy one another more.

How many people are blessed enough to have their grandparents (who happen to be the BEST grandparents EVER) with them for so long? How many children are lucky enough to get to know their great grandparents? We are lucky. We are blessed.




you know that feeling of when you want to be somewhere, but you know you need to be somewhere else? but then, you don’t really give where you need to be your full attention?  that’s where i am.

i have this urge, this need, this pull to be with my grandparents RIGHT NOW! it’s not that i feel like i need to help.  they have everything under control.  it’s that i need to see my family, but i am needed here at home, but can’t really give that my all.  so, ultimately, i end up feeling like a failure.  i end up not being a patient mama.  my thoughts are elsewhere. my thoughts are if not now, when?

if not now, when?  isn’t that ultimately it with everything?  if i don’t do this now, when? when will i make time? when will i feel like it’s okay to do ______________? 

yesterday, i convinced myself i felt better about not going to see my family.  today, not so much. so, i suppose i need to redirect my energy into being the patient mama.



Maybe it’s that I’ve had too much coffee already today. Maybe it’s that I’m excited one of the people dearest to me in the world is coming to Texas. Maybe it’s that I’m trying to do too many things all at once. Maybe it’s a combination of all of those things plus throw in a little crazy, but my brain is literally (???) spinning out of control.

I’m frantically thinking of 150 things…all of which seem like the most important things EVER!

I’ll give you a breakdown on the frenzy inside my noodle.

Check the clock every 15 minutes after 3 a.m. to see if it’s a acceptable time to get out of bed.
Make coffee!
Drink CoFfEe!!!
Tag aforementioned friend in FB post using LOTS of exclamation points!!!!!
Come up with a plan that fixes our educational system.
Think about blogging about said fix.
Think better of it.
Wonder what kind of night Stocky had.
Wonder what to fix for the kids for lunch.
Peruse news stories on yahoo.
Read comments on news stories on yahoo!  Haven’t I said before I wasn’t going to do this.
Remind self to call health insurance.
Make list for Wal-Mart.
Make list for HEB.
Fix lunches.
Pack back packs.
Remind self to comb chet’s hair well today. (Picture day).
Remind self to fill out picture form. (Cr@p!  Where’s the form????)
Remind self to remember aforementioned lists.
“Fix” breakfast.  (OK pour cereal into bowls)
Be proud you brushed Chet’s hair.
Wake B for work.
Make B’s coffee for work.
Wonder how Stocky is.
Wonder if you should go back to school.
Get out the door.
Worry if you’ll make it to school because you’ve had too much cofee and your bladder is REALLLLLY mad at you!!!!!
Drop of kid 1.
Walk kid 2 into the school. Realize you didn’t fill out the form for pictures.  Frantically hope teacher has extra.
Be thankful teacher has spare form and for smart phones because you don’t carry a check book or cash.
Go to Wal-Mart.
Realize you didn’t bring lists you were supposed to remember.
Get home.
Make more coffee. (I know that’s not smart!)
Call aforementioned visiting friend and talk to her so long that it’s going to me they are an hour behind schedule which translates to an hour LESS time with her.
Oh yeah! Call insurance.
Get frustrated.
Check FB.
Feel better.
Decide to blog about randomness.



updates and things.

The wee one’s spring performance of Texas our Texas was sooooo much fun!  If there is one thing that boy loves it’s an audience.  Thankfully, they broke the kindergarteners into three groups so it was easy to spot your kid and really enjoy them.  Chet was so excited, it looked like he needed to poop.  His big brown eyes were even bigger than normal.  It was nice to be able to sit back, relax and enjoy. My favorite thing was that Cheech was in the front row along with his two bffs and that he really seemed to have FUN.  It’s all about the FUN.

So, last week we had an ARD meeting.  For those of you who don’t know what an ARD meeting is, it’s where a parent (or parents) sit down with all the people in the school who make you the most nervous and discuss the future of your child’s education (no pressure there).  It’s like a parent teacher conference on steroids.  Sometimes, you go in and are in fight mode out of necessity. Sometimes, you go in and are in defensive mode. “Wait, you just said WHAT about my child?!?” Sometimes you go in and you listen. Sometimes, you talk more than you should. Sometimes you forget that you are all on the same team.  Anyway, we had an ARD. I’d read a blog about somethings one should do to make an ARD more successful.  The one that stuck with me was “take treats to your ARD meeting.”  So, I took a dozen donuts, plates and napkins.  You’d have thought I’d brought a pot of GoLd!  Aparently, teachers, principals, counselors, etc like donuts.  It really did make the meeting seem more business less me vs. them.  Guess what?!?  I didn’t cry.  Let me say that AGAIN.  I DID NOT cry!  Score one for mama.  I always cry.  I mean, I’m a crier. I cry when I’m happy. I cry when I’m sad, but I also cry when I’m mad, hungry, tired or need to potty.  I’m a baby that way. 🙂  So, it was a success.  We put in place some really good things for the rest of this year (not that there is a lot left), but more importantly, we put in some important things for next year.  Again, I am so blessed by a supportive school district, school psychologist, home room teacher, administrators and on and on…

The wee one has started baseball.  He’s not very good at it.  That’s our fault.  Ball (of any variety) has not been a priority for us with the kids.  My favorite thing about baseball is Chet’s enthusiasm for when his team mates do well!  Kid X hits the ball well over his friends head and Chet’s all “That’s AWESOME!” or Kid Y throws all the way across the field and he’s all, “Wow, you’re really good!”  Some of the parents are a little obsessed, but for now it’s still fun…until someone yells at my baby! 🙂

Spring break is here and the boys spent the night with pop pop and nana on Monday.  I hear a blast was had by all and that they behaved perfectly.  That just means my dad lies. They are pretty well behaved, but perfect. NUH-UH.  While the boys where with pop pop I got to spend the day buying tires and actually have adult conversation that evening with a group of grownups. Today, I have the dreaded task of taking the eldest for his lab work.  Don’t be jealous. He’ll yell that he hates me and the lab tech, but all will hopefully soon be forgotten.

In two weeks (not the one week I thought) my best friend will be in God’s country!  I cannot wait. I’m so excited to see the older two boys and meet her babe (whose no longer a babe).  I’m let down now, because I thought she’d be here next week. Alas, I need to learn to listen when someone is giving details so that I won’t have BFF visitation letdown prematurely.

I’m hoping that this finds you enjoying Spring.  If it hasn’t sprung where you are, it will soon.

K and Co.