The Boys 'n' Me

August 13, 2009

Well we finally made it to 1st grade! Yay! Austin was so excited today he wouldn't LET me walk him to the bus stop. He wanted to go all by himself!

We finally made it to the point where he can pack his own lunch. I'll never understand the excietment behind packing a lunch for school but for whatever reason he was really looking forward to taking a lunch!

New backpack and lunch box... Transformers... BIG surprise!

YAY for the first day of school!

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SaraAugust 13, 2009 at 1:24 PM
What a cutie!!
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Learn the art of patience. Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become anxious over the outcome of a goal . Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which eventually leads to success!

To be, or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death,The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.

The Boys 'n' Me

August 13, 2009

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