Going to miss my birds

 Haha.  I call them my birds.  This first pic is one I took from my front porch.  Even though there are so many bald eagles around here, I still get so excited when I'm up close to one.  Literally, it's a daily occurrence here.

The farmer came and cut the grass on the field next to our house.  Within minutes of the tractors leaving the birds were all over that field.  It must have brought the mice out.  I got the kids off to school and then parked myself on a lawn chair on my driveway.  Ok, so I'll miss this part.  How am I going to get used to living in a neighborhood?  Actually, I'm really looking forward to be a part of civilization again.  As much as I will miss my backyard bird watching, it will be nice to have neighbors. 

It won't take me very long to drive to find my quiet solitude in Calgary. 



My Boy Soren

I'm sitting at the computer surrounded by moving boxes.  There are a thousand and one things I need to be doing, but I need a breather.  I had downloaded a bunch of pictures this morning and wanted to catch up on a few post before we move......on Friday! 

Soren had a birthday in May and turned 12.  Can I just state for the record that this age of boys is not my favorite?  He's going through all the emotions of moving while not having his Dad around, while going through this age stage.  Yikes!  Then top that off with a very smart, funny, active personality.  It's going to be so nice having Troy home every evening to spend time with him. 

 He was my best Mother's Day present I ever received.  Even though we butt heads, Soren is by far my most tender, affectionate child to me.  He definitely has that protector aspect about his personality.  So often he will see me crying and tearing up about missing my Mother.  He will wrap his arms around me and rub my back and try to say something to cheer me up.  He's very aware of things that usually set me off crying about my Mom.  It's not always sad crying.  Most of it is happy tears.  Here I go.....crying.  Even though he didn't spend a lot of time with his Grandma Fowler, he talks about her a lot.  I think he knows it makes me feel better.

Since I can remember he would always rub my upper arm with his hand.  He loves the squishiness about it.  It's a habit he doesn't realize he does.  There have been teachers who have brought it up to me.  Still to this day when he talks to me he does it.  I always joke that he will have to marry someone who can put up with having their arm rubbed.

 The field next to our house, right before they cut it. 

 Most of the time he is willing to help me out.  He loves the animals.  It doesn't seem very long ago that he couldn't walk Elliot because he would be pulled down and dragged.  Soren has done so much growing lately, he takes the dogs on runs with no problem now..

 I couldn't resist these pictures of  Milo in the grass.

I guess I just have a hard time with my boys growing up. My kids all have such strong distinct personalites.  I want to keep them with me always.  I know that's not how it's done, but dang it's hard.  Soren is growing up to be a funny, smart, caring young man.  He just needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut.!  Love you Son!