Monday, June 21, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
...it's life around here. How do you like the rip in Eli's shorts? The dirt on Jake's jeans? Sammy's socks? Can we say "play clothes"? It's a novelty I didn't grow up with. Steve did. My play clothes were my leotards for gymnastics. Steve spent his play time in clothes such as you see here (minus the pink booties).
Saturday, May 8, 2010
1) A kiss.
2) Shaking the hurt body part. "No, it okay. I just shake it."
3) A sock.
An unfortunate treadmill accident prompted the need for a sock during breakfast. It made him feel much better!
Jake turned 11 last month. Here's the only picture we ended up taking. I'm so bad at birthday pictures. Every year I lament that I never took a picture of the party guests. Poor Jake ... not the greatest shot. But it does highlight his choice of play clothes and the damage done to the back of the cake by Silas prior to the frosting. It was unable to be repaired.
Monday, April 5, 2010
And, Sammy is smiling a natural smile instead of the silly faces he normally makes.
And here is a bald little butterball on her very first Easter. I haven't ever put anyone in pink eyelet and a bow on Easter morning. Or tights. Or bloomers. It's fun.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
He later told me that Miriam had a smelly diaper.
I promptly went to change her, only to discover his little trick. She wasn't smelly, but here is a picture of what I found zipped in her jammies (with Eli's name substituted since he pulled a copycat later in the day and that's when I took a picture). I wonder how crinkly and uncomfortable it was? She didn't seem to mind a bit.
She already has admirers. I'm so glad they are her brothers and daddy.
We received a special delivery recently. Right to our doorstep. It was a Silas. The little boys took turns being taped inside the box and then having me summoned to the door to open my package.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Someone didn't want to be left out of the "I'm three months old" pictures.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I love watching our children grow up. Children are delightful (and other things, of course). Every year, I still love them dearly, and the new year brings new treasured times with them. But there is something about looking at your child and knowing the way they say those words, their mannerisms, even the cells in their body are being gradually replaced. Sure, it is the same soul in the changing body. But I know I'll never see that particular child again other than in digital form.
I have a dear older friend and mentor who says she misses those days when all her children were under one roof and she could provide what they needed and know that they were safe. I know I'll miss these years, too. I already do, really.
And this little guy who requested a candy cake and had his candles blown out before the song was over (before they had even been lit long enough to show their "magic" and relight) - he holds a special place in my heart. Happy Birthday, Samuel!
As a side note: here's a great way to be able to entertain your baby sister when your mom won't let you hold her.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
We are so thankful for her.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
For geography, we are moving continent by continent. At the end of every unit, each child must present a report on something of their choice from the continent studied. It's been a really good experience for them to be in front of a small crowd.
Sammy's first report was a laugh. Literally. That's all he did. He giggled and barely said anything about the Indonesian houses he had studied. As a mom, it was all I could do to keep myself in my seat and not go "help" him. I silently suffered, pretending he was in a classroom and had to fend for himself a bit. I wanted to avoid what I think is a disadvantage of homeschooling; Mommy always being there to assist you. I try to be quite unhelpful now and then.
Sammy chose the Alps for his second report when we covered Europe. He loved painting his prop. And he did a fine job actually giving the report. We were proud of him for working so hard on what he was going to say. It was a big improvement. Of course, he didn't have far to go to improve from his previous laughfest!
Eli's European report was on Spain. His favorite things to tell about were their enormous annual tomato fight and the Running of the Bulls. He must be a boy. Like Sammy, he did much better the second time around.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I guess it was only a matter of time. And not that much time, apparently. Would someone please tell me where young boys find beetles in the dead of winter? This picture was taken at the beginning of January. I wanted to be horrified. But what can you do? At least they didn't feed it to her.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
There is one ornament in particular from that box that has seen a little hardship over the twelve years. The lovely couple has lost their heads.
I still have those missing heads wrapped in paper in one of our Christmas storage containers. And I still hang our headless ice skaters every year, wondering why I feel compelled to hang a broken ornament.
When I was packing the headless couple away this year, I showed them to Steve. He took one look and said, "It's been a hard year."I giggled, but he was right. It has been. Insomnia for Steve - the complete exhaustion of this pregnancy for me - the extra work of adding on to our home - the boys having a lot of trouble with all our transitions - multiple extra stressors for Steve ... I could go on, but it was just really hard and stressful.
I was thinking this year about my reason for loving that ornament so much. I really think that, to me, it represents our marriage. We made a point in our wedding ceremony of saying the old vows that we didn't think should be considered old-fashioned. "Til death do us part." And we meant them. We know the other person is broken, but we don't turn on them when life is hard. Instead we still go on actively loving them. I'm not going to trade one broken person for another. I'm going to go through life as a team with the one I promised to be a partner to.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Speaking of her, here is a sweet sight of Miriam with her pink calico pig which Grandma Mary made it for her. I love it. I can't wait until Miriam can fully enjoy it. Grandma Mary is so special to each of her grandchildren. And she probably doesn't even know just how special she is to her daughter-in-law. I think it's especially fitting that she made Miri a pig. The boys have been calling their sister "Little Snort", because she does just that.
And a not-so-pretty sight -