I don't often talk about our kids on here. However, this past Saturday our son (and our youngest child) graduated from High School.
The Husbear, our son Matthew and myself.
This next picture is very special to me for many reasons.
Our son Matthew, and his dad.
Matt, we love you more than you will ever know and we are so proud of you.
Until next time...
First one, now another. I think we're just going to get our kids big rubber balls to walk in and be done with it.
Our youngest, our 18 year old son, calls today. He was heading to our house from his mothers for the weekend. He had been in an accident. Correction—he had CAUSED the accident. He wasn't paying attention and rear-ended someone who had stopped in the road ahead of him. AND that person then rear-ended the person stopped in front of them. Joy. Less than two months after we give him the car and he wrecks it and takes out two other vehicles in the process.
The son is fine, aside from his knees bothering him (he somehow whacked the underside of the dash during the accident) and the verbal lashing he has received from the husbear and myself. The husbear is upset, mad and disappointed—all the emotions one has as a parent when their child is in danger and causes danger.
The car is totaled. It is amazing the damage that can be done at 35 miles per hour. Guess he'll find out what it's like to be an adult faster than he wants. I'm glad we gave him a "boat."
(sigh)... at least he wasn't using a cell phone at the time....
Until next time...
Our daughter1 was in an automobile accident with a drunk driver last night. The female drunk driver ran a stop sign driving a van and plowed into our daughter's car, tearing the front of the car off.
Our daughter is—luckily and thankfully—okay. The car is totaled. Cars can be replaced, but our daughter cannot be. Things could have tragically been much worse.
1The husbear and I have three children. All genetically his from when he was married in the long ago.
Until next time...
43°F
