State of the Spring

As I organized and edited photos this spring, I realized just how much I hadn’t shared here. I’ve been slightly addicted to Instagram (and thos stories!), much to my children’s dismay. And, I’ve largely given up posting much on personal Facebook page. It’s been such a dreadful place to hang out, as of late. I do wish there was a way I could deactivate my personal page, but keep my blog page. #firstworldproblems I’m at least finding joy on that page!

Anyhoodle, back to the post and what I haven’t been writing about.

It appears Will is just that. He was invited to apply, and subsequently selected, to be a part of both National Honor Society and National Spanish Honor Society. We would’ve been proud no matter the outcome, but it sure was gratifying to see a kid that works hard at his grades, be recognized for his effort. Plus, he sure looks handsome in a coat and tie.

A Season of Life Lessons
Not every basketball season ends with a winning record. It’s a tale of two boys. One went nearly undefeated and the other went completely defeated. Such is life, right? Will didn’t play as much as we hoped, but never once did he waver in his commitment to practices or the team. I’m grateful we’re in a Catholic school that affords him the opportunity to play. That was a real gift.

And, for John Paul, he learned how to be gracious in defeat. A lot. I think we call that “character building.” We all have a season of life like that, don’t we? It was completely gratifying to watch Scott coach the team with such passion and to see John Paul handle losing with grace. That was not the case last season, so it was humbling to see that maturity. Even sweeter was that my grandfather was able to see John Paul play before he passed away. What a gift that turned out to be.

Dancing Queen (and King)
The second middle school dance of the year was “red carpet” and boy did these two tear it up. At least, according to the complete after dance report we got from both them, and a few teachers who shall remain anonymous. I love they get to go to dances together, even though John Paul doesn’t dance with Anna-Laura – stinker!!

Blessing of the Throats
This photo pretty much captures why we love Catholic schools so much. Looking at you, feast of St. Blaise! And, let’s be honest. If there’s any throat blessing that needs to be done, this is the kid.

Look Ma, No Hands!
Luke was super excited to try bike riding, until we actually put him on the bike. We’ve held off for a long time because of his pelvic kidney. His only functioning kidney sits unprotected in his pelvis which means a fall could be serious for him. Call me a Nervous Nelly. Apparently it doesn’t matter because he hated it. At least these photos capture his {brief} smile. Gianna was hilarious.

Sound in Motion
At the school, Pre-K through fourth grade participates in an annual SIM to showcase dance and choreography through music. They love it. I’ll probably be happier when I don’t have to fight for a place to sit anymore. Eeek. Luke was thrilled he got to wear troll hair. Little things. Clare was stoked I didn’t make her wear her back brace for the performance. Big things. Kudos to Mr. Whitaker for snapping these gems.

I probably could’ve written this in less words and said: We’ve been busy and it’s been fun.


  1. Rachael on April 3, 2017 at 7:29 am

    So glad to see you back!!! (PS–gave up Facebook for Lent and my stress level dropped considerably!)

    • Kathryn on April 24, 2017 at 8:29 am

      Glad to be back! I posted this one too early, but now it has photos 😉

  2. jenny on May 1, 2017 at 10:40 pm

    Your kids are so gorgeous! (And re: Facebook. If Scott has an account, make him an admin on your blog’s FB page and then bada bing, you can delete yours and enjoy the sweet relief of a non personal Facebook experience. I lost my personal account years ago thanks to Dave’s generosity (he never uses FB anyway).

    • Kathryn on May 2, 2017 at 7:15 pm

      I hadn’t even thought of that. Now you have me pondering…

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