Abbey started 6th grade today at a charter school here in Davis County. It was kind of an unexpected turn of events because I had totally forgotten about submitting her name to Wasatch Peak Academy at the beginning of the summer. Abbey's long-time friend Cloe and her sisters attend Wasatch Peak and they love it, plus it has the stamp of approval from their mom Jacque. I just thought I would submit Abbey's name and see what happened. Then I forgot about it.
Well, last Wednesday afternoon, six days before school starts, I received a call from the secretary at Wasatch, asking if we were interested in an open spot in 6th grade. I didn't know what to say, especially because we only had a few hours to make the decision. I was told I could let the school know of our decision the next morning.
So we did our research, talked to Jacque and her girls and talked to other neighbors who work at our neighborhood school. There was a lot of information to take in and sift through. It seemed like we couldn't go wrong either way. When Brett got home from work the three of us put our heads together that night and discussed the pros and cons. Brett and I knew that ultimately it would be Abbey's decision because, not only would she be going to a charter school and wearing a uniform every day, she would be starting over with this move home and was already pretty stressed about making new friends and feeling welcome in her new school, whichever one it was.
After our family pow wow and fervent prayers, Abbey decided she wanted to spend her last year of elementary at Wasatch Peak Academy. We had to rush around to get everything arranged and find stores with uniforms still on the shelves but it was worth it. We even got to meet the Piano Guys at the Gateway after we finished our shopping! I think it will be a great year for Abbey, a year to get more fully prepared for junior high. Her new teacher, Mrs. Williams, has a fine reputation, and the bonus is that she is super tall, just like Abbey, and seems fun as well as no nonsense.
Meeting the Piano Guys at Gateway
This is how far she has come.
Checking out the new school after the big decision
Yes, she was ready to become a Wasatch Peak Academy Patriot
Abbey looked so cute in the uniform!
She indulged me again with picture taking at the school this morning, but I think the hug at the classroom door really was too much for her. I doubt I will be able to do all this next year in junior high.
Mrs. Williams is a former U of U Women's Basketball team member and has no problem with her height. She even highlights it with her VERY high heels!
When Abbey got home today she was pretty tired and didn't know what to think of her first day. She said she had made a couple of new friends and likes her teacher, but she said it might be a boring year. But as the day wore on and we went to the store for school supplies, her excitement for tomorrow started to build.
So now Abbey has gone from being an ASD Dragon as an expat to being an ex-expat and a Wasatch Peak Academy Patriot. Here's to another great year of learning and growing. I just wonder if she will grow in height as much as she did last year in 5th grade - watch out Mrs. Williams!
This was taken on the first day of 5th Grade, September 2011.
This was taken in June 2012, and yes, Abbey Kearney is taller than her teacher Miss Abbie Taylor.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Counting Our 30 Years of Blessings
Last night our children threw us a 30 year anniversary party. Now why would anyone throw a 30 year party? Why not a 25 year shindig or wait for the big 50th? When I asked Kristy why she came up with this idea she mentioned something about how she had wanted to do a 25th year party but it just didn't work out that year with her living in Colorado. When people asked us about the unique 30 year party we just told them that because Brett and I have had such health struggles this year, our kids were worried we wouldn't make it to our 50th Wedding Anniversary so they decided to go with the 30th. :) Whatever the reason, it turned out beautifully thanks to ALL of our children. Every one of them spent so much time, energy, and care in planning and pulling off this incredible night.
Kristy and Mary were the brains and creative directors of this special event and Ben and Jared were the brilliant artistic/muscle support team. Abbey was the energetic kid chaser and tender for the day of the party and faithfully kept the Robinson grandchildren from destroying the church and each other - and that was a big job, believe me. Sadly, little Miss E was home with her other grandparents nursing a cold so we missed her.
Kristy's dream was to hold the party outside, to add a little more class to the festivities than our original church gym reception had, which was held so many years ago in little Washington, Utah. Now Brett and I are not too particular about this kind of thing, but Kristy and Mary are party experts and wanted the open house held in the bowery at the West Bountiful Chapel in our stake. Well, the weather did not cooperate with the party planners' vision and there was an emergency shift of location with some slight panic when the winds picked up, blowing decoration sundries everywhere, so it was inevitable that our gathering be held in another church gym.
Our kids made this gym glow with candles, twinkle lights and beautifully crafted homemade decor, complete with our wedding colors of lavender and grey. And unlike the 1982 reception, where we could hear all the echoes of the clomping high heels walking across the wooden basketball court, this gym had carpeting which muted the sports influence and allowed us to hear each other and the 1980s music playlist Ben had put together. So to the tunes of Chicago, Foreigner, Journey, Steve Miller Band, Willie Nelson, Styx, and Hall & Oates we visited with wonderful family and friends who braved the stormy night to honor us. We watched a DVD that Ben and Jared made which included some of our wedding photos and the most embarrassing and touching scenes from our lengthy wedding video.
Miss Millie
Kimball-icious
Thomas
That basketball carpet can be unforgiving when chasing little brothers.
Mom and Del came and called themselves "Bonnie and Clyde" all night. Don't ask me why.
Dave and Sheila Krogue are great neighbors, friends, and fellow St. George Temple wedding-ers.
Aunt Lucie and Uncle Harold (my dad's brother) just celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary.
Donna (Brett's mom) had her 72nd birthday the day before and looks amazing, especially for being a three time cancer survivor. Kristy, Abbey, and Mary are the Party Powerhouses.
The guests were few (kind of like our original reception) but so wonderful and it was nice to have more intimate conversations.
Del and Mom have only been married eight months but they are looking as happy as ever.
Eric and Lynn Millis are great friends we have known for over 22 years. Their example of a successful marriage and family has inspired us so often.
Aunt Ruth (my dad's sister) and my mom had a chance to get reacquainted and catch up.
Dick and Evelyn Lemon have been two of our biggest supporters since we have moved to Bountiful 22 years ago. They are dedicated to each other, their family, and our church, and on top of that they are just full of love and understanding for everyone. We have been blessed to have them as an example as well.
This is Pat, Millie, Kristy, Donna, and our Jared. My step-mom Pat brought my dad's sister, brother, and sister-in-law to the party to fill in for my dad who passed away in 2008. Pat continues to be such a blessing in our lives with her thoughtful caring ways and constant devotion.
Millie was the official jewelry inspector of the night.
Towards the end of the evening the sky cleared up and showed off some brilliant colors.
My sister-in-law Marcell has always been someone very important in our family. She deserves her own post so I will save her part of our story for later this week.
Yes, Marcell, we love you so much.
After the festivities were over the Ninja Clean Up Crew came out!
Thank you, Kristy, Jared, Mary, Ben, and Abbey! Thank you for making sure we celebrated a 30 year milestone that has seemed to come about with amazing speed. Even though it seems like yesterday that Brett and I met on the steps of the St. George Tabernacle, the in and out breaths of our lives together have been joyfully delicious, comforting, unnerving, tender, eye-opening, challenging, and remarkable all at the same time. We treasure these 30 years in our hearts and look forward to 30 more, and maybe, if we are lucky, another church gym will host a similar celebration when we can look back again and say, "Where has the time gone?"
Kristy's dream was to hold the party outside, to add a little more class to the festivities than our original church gym reception had, which was held so many years ago in little Washington, Utah. Now Brett and I are not too particular about this kind of thing, but Kristy and Mary are party experts and wanted the open house held in the bowery at the West Bountiful Chapel in our stake. Well, the weather did not cooperate with the party planners' vision and there was an emergency shift of location with some slight panic when the winds picked up, blowing decoration sundries everywhere, so it was inevitable that our gathering be held in another church gym.
Our kids made this gym glow with candles, twinkle lights and beautifully crafted homemade decor, complete with our wedding colors of lavender and grey. And unlike the 1982 reception, where we could hear all the echoes of the clomping high heels walking across the wooden basketball court, this gym had carpeting which muted the sports influence and allowed us to hear each other and the 1980s music playlist Ben had put together. So to the tunes of Chicago, Foreigner, Journey, Steve Miller Band, Willie Nelson, Styx, and Hall & Oates we visited with wonderful family and friends who braved the stormy night to honor us. We watched a DVD that Ben and Jared made which included some of our wedding photos and the most embarrassing and touching scenes from our lengthy wedding video.
Miss Millie
Kimball-icious
Thomas
That basketball carpet can be unforgiving when chasing little brothers.
Mom and Del came and called themselves "Bonnie and Clyde" all night. Don't ask me why.
Dave and Sheila Krogue are great neighbors, friends, and fellow St. George Temple wedding-ers.
Aunt Lucie and Uncle Harold (my dad's brother) just celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary.
Donna (Brett's mom) had her 72nd birthday the day before and looks amazing, especially for being a three time cancer survivor. Kristy, Abbey, and Mary are the Party Powerhouses.
The guests were few (kind of like our original reception) but so wonderful and it was nice to have more intimate conversations.
Del and Mom have only been married eight months but they are looking as happy as ever.
Eric and Lynn Millis are great friends we have known for over 22 years. Their example of a successful marriage and family has inspired us so often.
Aunt Ruth (my dad's sister) and my mom had a chance to get reacquainted and catch up.
This is Pat, Millie, Kristy, Donna, and our Jared. My step-mom Pat brought my dad's sister, brother, and sister-in-law to the party to fill in for my dad who passed away in 2008. Pat continues to be such a blessing in our lives with her thoughtful caring ways and constant devotion.
Millie was the official jewelry inspector of the night.
My sister-in-law Janie and brother Randy came to celebrate with us and helped with the clean-up. They are still newlyweds themselves and some of our favorite people.
Aunt Ruth and Ben had time for a hug.Towards the end of the evening the sky cleared up and showed off some brilliant colors.
My sister-in-law Marcell has always been someone very important in our family. She deserves her own post so I will save her part of our story for later this week.
Yes, Marcell, we love you so much.
After the festivities were over the Ninja Clean Up Crew came out!
Thank you, Kristy, Jared, Mary, Ben, and Abbey! Thank you for making sure we celebrated a 30 year milestone that has seemed to come about with amazing speed. Even though it seems like yesterday that Brett and I met on the steps of the St. George Tabernacle, the in and out breaths of our lives together have been joyfully delicious, comforting, unnerving, tender, eye-opening, challenging, and remarkable all at the same time. We treasure these 30 years in our hearts and look forward to 30 more, and maybe, if we are lucky, another church gym will host a similar celebration when we can look back again and say, "Where has the time gone?"
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