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Stacy and Ernie

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Stacy and Ernie have been married 13 years. His daughters are Kelly (27), Kristin (23) and Kassie (21). Together, they have a son, Brody (8), identical twin daughters, Reese & Reagan (6) and baby Treyton (4). Stacy works full-time and manages a busy household.

Join Stacy as she shares her life with us . . . from being a stepmom, to the mother of twins, to being a working mom, to simply having a slew of kids.




Entry 46 ~ September 17, 2014
~ Summer Recap

The trip we took to the ocean in late July already feels like a distant memory. As we drove to the shore, one of the girls asked if Kristin would catch her when she jumped off the diving board. Clearly, the younger children had no idea of what they were in for.

We arrived and hauled the beach cargo into the sand, unpacked, set up, organized, and whatnot. As my dad did to me when I was a kid, I herded each of the children to the front of the blanket, showed them the colors of our beach umbrella, pointed to life guard chair #6 nearby, and pointed out the green flag on the pavilion flying right behind our spot. Administrative items completed, and off to the shoreline!

Everyone jumped waves, got flushed, ate Doritos, lost swimming goggles, and we had a grand day. I even let the kids drink soda. I made only one water rescue. Reagan followed her much taller brother into the waves, and then she got flushed by a wave, once, twice, and was having difficulty getting her footing. For the umpteenth time in this life, I marvel at how fast I can run in an emergency.

Late in the day, as the beach goers began to leave and the tide went out, Ernie and I parked a couple of chairs on the shoreline while the kids dug a hole in the sand. They were back and forth to the blanket with buckets, shovels, and a variety of beach tools. My mom-ometer, sensing a disturbance in the force, kicked in when I counted only three kids. Reagan wasn't in sight, and none of the kids knew where she was. I ran to the hole the kids had dug, thinking that she might be in it. After finding it empty, panic immediately welled in my throat. Ernie scanned the shore line, while I ran to the pavilion area (another amazingly fast sprint). I went back to the blanket, then back to the pavilion; Ernie continued to search the shore, and I headed back to the pavilion. As I scoured beach, I saw Reagan from a distance walking toward me, then break into a run, jumping into my arms. She'd wandered too far from the blanket and then couldn't find her way back, until she remembered the green flag I had pointed out when we arrived. I happened to be standing right under the flag. Thanks Dad!

The beach day ended all too soon, and Ernie and I lamented not spending more than just a day there. We may modify summer plans for 2015 to include a few days at the beach.

Summer vacation wouldn't be complete without a trip up to camp. The kids and I traveled to Maine without Ernie, as he was recovering from surgery and couldn't make the trip. It was odd to be away without him, but impossible to disappoint the children, since they spend the entire winter and spring eager to go up to camp. We had a good week, but the kids were happy to get home to Dad.

In the blink of an eye, Reagan, Reese, and Treyton are riding two-wheel bikes without training wheels. We played mini golf and went for hikes. Reagan lost another front tooth. We played softball and swam in the pool, spent time with friends and family. Alas, summer has come to an end too quickly. Brody started fourth grade, the girls started first. The girls are now in separate classrooms, and that has been an adjustment for them, since they have never been away from each other. Since school has started, the house has been mayhem. The kids have been over-tired, over-excited, over-worked, over every-thinged. Settling into a routine has taken longer than I expected, but everyone is happy and healthy, and that is all that counts.

~ Stacy

Stacy's Journal Entries

Introduction
Meet Stacy

Entry 1
Are They Twins?

Entry 2
Spring Has Sprung

Entry 3
Mama Sue Where Are You?

Entry 4
Senior Prom 2009

Entry 5
Two Graduations and a Funeral . . .

Entry 6
Another Driver, Another Valium, Please

Entry 7
Time to Fess Up

Entry 8
Welcome to the Freak Show!

Entry 9
It's a . . .

Entry 10
Sniffle, Sniffle, Sniffle

Entry 11
Here Come the Holidays!

Entry 12
What a Year It's Already Been

Entry 13
The Waiting Game

Entry 14
Welcome Baby Boy!

Entry 15
The Fruit Loop Diaries

Entry 16
The Fruit Loop Diaries Part Two

Entry 17
The Terrible Two's Times Two

Entry 18
Prom Night 2010

Entry 19
Sum-sum-summertime!

Entry 20
Treyton's Big Day

Entry 21
A September to Remember

Entry 22
The Great Playscape Escapade

Entry 23
The Apple Harvest Festival

Entry 24
Fall Fun!

Entry 25
Fabulous Forty

Entry 26
Sick, Sicker and Sickest

Entry 27
Treyton's Big Adventure

Entry 28
Pretty in Pink

Entry 29
Treyton the Terrible

Entry 30
The Best of Times

Entry 31
A Day in the Life

Entry 32
Peace Perfect Peace

Entry 33
Storm Alfred

Entry 34
Dear Santa

Entry 35
Happy Everything!

Entry 36
Manners Manners Manners!

Entry 37
Spring Fling

Entry 38
The Adventures of Monkey Monkey

Entry 39
Catching Up

Entry 40
God Bless Newtown

Entry 41
Pearls of Wisdom for Brody, Reese, Reagan, and Treyton

Entry 42
Updates for 2013

Entry 43
Pickle Seeds

Entry 44
Juggling

Entry 45
Happy Summer!

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