Last Wednesday I asked you what this might be…
Many of you guessed it was some sort of reptile, and in a way you might be correct.
It is thought that this critter might be related to the dinosaurs.
And here is the photograph from which I cropped the first image:
My grandfather told the story of visiting Yosemite National Park as a child, how he and his brothers had to get off the wagon so the horses could continue uphill on those dirt roads that led up the mountain and then down into the beautiful valley. His own father and uncle took him to this incredible place, and he carried that experience forward by taking his own children to Yosemite. My mother was equally struck by the beauty and took my brothers, sister, and me there when we were children.
This past week, my husband and I took our two youngest children to experience the beauty of Yosemite. None of them had been there before, so it was with joy that I watched the wonder in their faces.
I think they liked it, too.
Count your blessings, name them one by one…
It’s back — and almost at the end! After a hiatus of several months, I’m following through on my promise to use Thursday posts to focus on thankfulness — and instead of counting blessings, I’ve challenged myself to come up with them alphabetically. (You can find the rest of the posts in this series here.)
Welcome to Y week.
Y is also for yell. Most of the time, we don’t wish for children to be yelling but when it comes to a newborn, a lusty yell is a happy sign of health. (Sneaking in a Time Warp Tuesday / Throwback Thursday pic here, too!)
Bonus: EB has yellow trim on his “going home outfit.”
Y is for yardage…
I have plenty of hobbies — definitely more than I have time to do on a weekly basis — but nevertheless, I was bit by the quilting bug a few years ago. I can’t tell you how much yardage is in this quilt that I made after MM & Rapunzel were married. (Answer: a lot!)
Now it’s your turn:
Please share some things for which you are thankful…
This one was a Mother’s Day gift last year from the homeowner’s husband and children. I am in love with it for many reasons — including the glass door knob and the decorations on top, which from a distance look like real books.
SnakeMaster takes piano lessons on this street, so I have the pleasure of seeing this particular LFL on a regular basis.
There is also a Little Free Library mere blocks from my own home. I’ve been blessed to pick up books while out on a stroll around the neighborhood. Right now there is quite a good selection from which to choose.
It’s that time of the month… the season of highs and lows, when high school seniors anxiously check their e-mail for messages from various universities. At my house, there is an Excel spreadsheet to keep track of things because H-J applied to ten different universities, and that’s how he rolls. As of 3pm yesterday, he had heard back from 8 out of 10 schools. He’s received acceptances from two of them, and has been wait-listed at four universities. Two schools sent a letter of non-acceptance (you can call it denial — H-J did). Clearly, some of these universities were a huge stretch. Of the two acceptance letters, one comes from his desired “safety” school and there is certainly no shame in choosing to attend there.
He’s been a rather big fish in a small pond at his high school here, where he’s been enrolled in a fantastic program headed by Cambridge University (yes, that Cambridge). It’s a blessing that it’s never gone to his head. Of the remaining two schools he has yet to hear from, one was chosen to be included due to its promise of full coverage of all fees if he was accepted and if he put it as his first choice on the National Merit Scholarship list. (Yes, H-J is NMS-level smart.) We are assuming that one will come through but we don’t know if he’s going to choose it in the end.
Univ. Illinois Urbana-Champagne
H-J doesn’t seem bothered at all by the unknown. Sure, he would have really enjoyed heading off to his #1 choice in September, but that’s not going to happen. His #2 choice might happen… or it might not (he’s been wait-listed). No matter what, he’s been accepted at a good school with the program he desires. Life is good.
This particular teenager has learned to stretch beyond his comfort zone: from building sets for the school play to actually trying out for a part; from being an academic in the classroom to participating on the track team (where he never advanced beyond JV but continued to try to improve even after the season officially ended); from being a self-focused introvert to paying attention to other people and caring about them.
Yes, I am a proud mama.
Today’s Reader Questions:
When faced with choices, do you reach for the stars, out of your comfort zone or do you choose to work with the familiar and known?
Do you go with the “safe” choice or do you wait on what might be a better option?