The kid update.
Time to update what is happening with the kids.
Dave has been attending University of Central Florida for the past 4 years and has enough credits to graduate.
Last winter he came to us and asked about staying one more semester. I said NO. Now before you jump up and down with conclusions, hear the rest of the conversation.
When I said no he sat there with a very dumbfounded look on his face. My answer was not what he expected to hear in no form what so ever.
I explained that life can really throw curves at you blowing up the best intentions and plans into smithereens. If he was going to stay in school it should be to complete his master's degree not just one more semester. His smile returned. So now in his fifth year the goal comes closer to reality.
Nikki
Holy Cow! What can you tell a 20 year old that they don't think they know already. Some of you have been through this before.
She has a huge heart but I swear some of the Domanski stubbornness rubbed off on this child.
She may not be mine by birth but sure shows me pictures of myself all too often.
Nikki is now a sophomore at Florida State and is fast on her way to being a junior in less than a year and a half.
She recently changed her major from nursing to childhood development. She is ms. social butterfly and is loving every minute of college except for living at home.
The facts are this. She is seldom here. She would prefer to live near campus. (seven long miles away) But her father and mother and I presented a united front and she is home. Financially it is the smartest thing but for her....that's where the stubborn part begins. It took a bit of doing but she is coping with it fine and is the poster child daughter I never had.
John Taylor
John Taylor is now a freshman in high school and is playing for his second year in Band. I first learned how to play the drums in high school. Taylor has left me in the dust. (Not hard to do mind you) He was one of two eighth graders asked to join the High School Band and is living a breathing Drumline all the time. His social and school schedule leaves very little time for anything else and is probably the reason his mother sees little of his help at home. He has made a life for himself outside of the house and lives it with passion.
He texts me messages several times a week despite me telling him that 54 year old men do not text. He laughs it off and does it anyway. I love his sense of humor.
Alex
When your the last child at home you sometimes feel very lonely. Alex, dealt with that hand has managed to adapt ever so slowly into what I now think is a comfortable place for him.
He is now a cub scout and pulling great grades in school. He is now in third grade and reads three years ahead of his peers.
I am proud that he is using his imagination to write. His stories and language use are way beyond his years. Where it comes from we all know but WOW. I wish I had the command of language that he has at that age. I hope it serves him better in years to come than it did me.
Through all of this he still wants to challenge me to wrestle on the floor with him or cuddle up on the couch for one of his favorite movies provided that I make the popcorn. Good Times!
He too has a great sense of humor and loves making fun of mine. He thinks my humor is way too dry and needs to be a bit more wet. His words not mine. Gotta love him.
Dave has been attending University of Central Florida for the past 4 years and has enough credits to graduate.
Last winter he came to us and asked about staying one more semester. I said NO. Now before you jump up and down with conclusions, hear the rest of the conversation.
When I said no he sat there with a very dumbfounded look on his face. My answer was not what he expected to hear in no form what so ever.
I explained that life can really throw curves at you blowing up the best intentions and plans into smithereens. If he was going to stay in school it should be to complete his master's degree not just one more semester. His smile returned. So now in his fifth year the goal comes closer to reality.
Nikki
Holy Cow! What can you tell a 20 year old that they don't think they know already. Some of you have been through this before.
She has a huge heart but I swear some of the Domanski stubbornness rubbed off on this child.
She may not be mine by birth but sure shows me pictures of myself all too often.
Nikki is now a sophomore at Florida State and is fast on her way to being a junior in less than a year and a half.
She recently changed her major from nursing to childhood development. She is ms. social butterfly and is loving every minute of college except for living at home.
The facts are this. She is seldom here. She would prefer to live near campus. (seven long miles away) But her father and mother and I presented a united front and she is home. Financially it is the smartest thing but for her....that's where the stubborn part begins. It took a bit of doing but she is coping with it fine and is the poster child daughter I never had.
John Taylor
John Taylor is now a freshman in high school and is playing for his second year in Band. I first learned how to play the drums in high school. Taylor has left me in the dust. (Not hard to do mind you) He was one of two eighth graders asked to join the High School Band and is living a breathing Drumline all the time. His social and school schedule leaves very little time for anything else and is probably the reason his mother sees little of his help at home. He has made a life for himself outside of the house and lives it with passion.
He texts me messages several times a week despite me telling him that 54 year old men do not text. He laughs it off and does it anyway. I love his sense of humor.
Alex
When your the last child at home you sometimes feel very lonely. Alex, dealt with that hand has managed to adapt ever so slowly into what I now think is a comfortable place for him.
He is now a cub scout and pulling great grades in school. He is now in third grade and reads three years ahead of his peers.
I am proud that he is using his imagination to write. His stories and language use are way beyond his years. Where it comes from we all know but WOW. I wish I had the command of language that he has at that age. I hope it serves him better in years to come than it did me.
Through all of this he still wants to challenge me to wrestle on the floor with him or cuddle up on the couch for one of his favorite movies provided that I make the popcorn. Good Times!
He too has a great sense of humor and loves making fun of mine. He thinks my humor is way too dry and needs to be a bit more wet. His words not mine. Gotta love him.
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