Oh Ike. And the 3's.

Ike, Ike, Ike. What have you done? YES you devasted Texas and the coast. But your 75mph winds did hit here. YES, Kentucky. Who would have thought? On Sunday I felt like I was Dorthy from the Wizard of Oz. Things were a-flyin-around....oh my. And now, ALL the neighborhood kids have been out of school ALL week. No power around town. Ours stayed on so I could make the snowcones for the kids that played on the computer and wii on tv and who needed to take hot baths everynight because they had run around carefree outside all day. They say it's coming back on line- just in time for school on monday for certain- right? Oh yes, I say.

The remains of Ike were here while I turned thirty. THE 3-0. Did not make me so-happy-o.
I know it's just a number. I've thought much about the "3's" lately. Like on saturday night I have had to iron "3" sets of boy clothes for church. That I have 3 of those little boys makes me smile- I never pictured myself as a "boy" mom and I know someday I will have to let them go for a couple years. That's hard to think about right now-they're my little guys. I've thought about this being our "3rd" and last year here. I can't wait to be through residency and also know it charts us on a new path- away from Kentucky, that brings mixed emotions. I've thought about my little Emma, who is just 3, and she does not like preschool. And I paid about 300 non-refundable dollars for her to go with registration fees. And I am not going to take her anymore. Because, she is just 3, and she says she just wants to "stay with" me. And I know there will come a day when she will not want to stay with me, so I will give into her demands today. Before I know it she will be saying, "Thirty mom, I can't believe I'm thirty. I always thought old people turned thirty."