Newest Morse

I recently changed the name of my blog from "3 Morses and a Hernandez" to "4 Morses and a Hernandez" and it's easy to see why. We are expecting a new little family member on or about February 19th 2012. Nate and I always knew we'd have one more and we're very excited that it's finally happening. No word yet one what the gender is, I'm a mere 15 weeks and 2 days, so maybe soon. I had considered not finding out, however, I don't think there is anyway possible for me to wait an entire 9 months for anything, especially the gender of my baby. I'm way too impatient. Nate on the other hand said he would wait if I wanted to do so. He said it like it would be a piece of cake... whatever. Neither one of us has a preference but the kids sure do. Lexus has wanted a little sister for years. Logan surprised me by saying he wants it to be a girl too. He said we could name her Jake. I told him I thought that was a great name, but I didn't mention to him that it's probably not the best name for girl. It wasn't long ago that he was telling us that his new name was Jake and that we had to call him that... so I guess that's where he got the name from. He has since changed it to Kate. If we end up with a boy I'm sure he'll be real happy to read this blog post in 15 years. I just hope for a happy, healthy baby.... that's what is truly important.

First Day Of Jr. High!

Well, it had to happen. Eventually she was going to have to go. And I was going to have to let her go. That sad day was today. Lexus finally started jr. high. And while she was thrilled with it, I wasn't. I have been dreading this for weeks.... no, months... even years! I never wanted her to go. I have this idea that jr. high kids are mean and some of them teach other kids things they shouldn't. But even worse than that.... watching her walk into that jr. high made me realize.... my baby girl is growing up... and it's not fair. It really seems like only yesterday when she was making silly faces and noises. Or that she found comfort in her mama's arms. That she walked and talked for the first time. I remember the first time she got an "owie"... I cried with her. She was always a mama's girl... and still is. I just can't believe she's old enough to have 7 classes a day. I remember doing a lot of growing up on jr. high and I imagine she'll do the same. At least she allowed me to take her to school. As she walked away from the car I watched her walk away, without crying. It was until I left the parking lot and saw all the cheerleaders at the front door welcoming the students that it really hit me. I cried like a baby, and I took one look at that school and said "you be good to her".... and I meant it! Now for the next three years I'll be riding a roller coaster with her, and I will try to enjoy every minute of it, because it won't be long till she's headed to college. And I'm pretty sure she's not going to let me drop her off at the college. But don't think I won't ask.

Those are my thoughts on her first day of school. Her thoughts are a bit different. She liked it quite a bit. She got lost going to one of her classes but she soon found her way with moments to spare. She met quite a few kids that seem pretty nice. Unfortunately she didn't find anyone to have lunch with.... but there is hope for tomorrow. And I must say.... that hurts my heart a little so I really hope tomorrow she finds someone. She loves her Spanish teacher already.... but who wouldn't with the last name Morse. I need to find out if we're related. She also tried out for the softball team today as well. She thinks she did pretty good and she is her worst critic. I guess we'll have to wait and see how good. This morning I realized she didn't have any water with her for the tryouts.... and it's a good thing I'm always thinking, because I called Nate and told him he needed to take her some water after he got off work. He gets off at 2:30 and the tryouts started at 3. When I spoke with her about it later she said "he saved my life!!!". I'm so glad I thought of the water. Overall, she said it was good day and she's looking forward to tomorrow. Only time will tell how good jr. high is to her, and if it's ever not, I'll be there to pick of the pieces and offer the comfort of my arms.