Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Snow Angels

It snowed! Maybe not like other places know snow but we are happy with whatever we can get. The kids got all bundled and headed out to see what fun things they could do. Emily laid down in the middle of the road to make her snow angel.

The kids used the neighbors hill for sledding. It worked great and I could go out while Holly napped inside.

Abbie managed to make a small snowman in the back. The snow was mostly gone by the afternoon but we enjoyed it for the few hours that we had it. And yes, Emily was having a fun time despite the look on her face!

Monday, January 28, 2008


Thanks to Steph we got to party all weekend long. I'm sure she'll fill us in on all the details of what we did so I am going to let the world know why I've loved having Stephanie around for 26 years. As a little six-year old I still remember the phone call letting us know that we had a sister. I was thrilled. I cherished her as a baby. Heather and I would fight over who got to get her out of her crib after her naps and as she got older we fought over which one of us she liked best. I almost always won. I'm glad she's forgiven us for always leaving her at home while we went "to a party". The truth is we were probably just headed to YW or piano. She has also forgiven us (I think) for teasing her every time she brought out the bassoon. It really was a little painful to listen to but that's no excuse. Sorry Steph.

Once I was out of the home I loved having Steph come live with me for part of the summer. I was amazed at how many hours that girl could sleep! I was so spoiled the summer I had Connor. She would wake up with Abbie, feed her, bathe her and dress her. By then I was well rested and we would swap. She would go back to sleep for awhile and then go to work at Coldstone. We ate Coldstone ice cream almost every night that summer. That must be when the ice cream addiction started! The summer Jake and Steph got engage was the trickiest. I was way too young to play parent to an engaged girl! It makes me nervous for when it's my own daughter. I did love going to parks and writing out everything we would need to do to pull off the perfect wedding for her. We did awesome thanks to lots of help from friends and family! And we loved having Jake join the family. I wanted her to marry him the first time I met him.

I am cherishing these years that we get to live so close to each other. How lucky! It's so fun to be mom's together. It's fun to get to know the adult Steph. For a long time we would tease her about being pregnant as a teenager. She wasn't of course but none of her siblings would accept that our baby sister was old enough to have a baby of her own! Now I watch her love her two very busy and adorable children. I love being part of their lives.

Thanks Steph for adding so much to the past 26 years of my life. I love ya!

Teeny-tiny Miracles

I've held a lot of newborn babies in my life but every time I hold one I am in awe. Talk about a miracle! They are so precious. Robin Barker, who has been one of my dearest friends for close to 20 years, had Sydney Ruth on January 24th. We enjoyed having 1-year-old Talmage stay with us for part of the time they were in the hospital. I love that we live close enough to share these special times together. LYLAS!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Running in the Freezing Rain

When I say freezing rain, I'm not talking about the cold. Don't get me wrong, it was plenty cold but the rain was actually freezing to anything it could. Luckily, I live 5 minutes from a beautiful nature park with trails so I was able to avoid the slippery sidewalks. I wished I had my camera with me on my run. Since I didn't, and probably never will on a run, I'll have to just describe all the awesome things I saw today. This nature park is all trees and trails and everything that comes with it. It is a vibrant green and the smell is amazing. I was enjoying running on a trail when I heard a noise and looked just off the path and there were two little deer enjoying some leaves. I love wildlife and I grinned as we took a moment to stare at each other. Just a few minutes later I came to the small lake in the park. The lake was full of ducks and for the first time at that lake I saw a few pair of wood ducks. If you've never seen a wood duck you need to find one. They are gorgeous! Standing sentinel over all the ducks was a heron. It was all just so beautiful. I continued my run and decided to loop the park twice so I could see it all again. I had fun skating along the bridges-they were all covered in ice, and getting lost in my thoughts. The second time around the deer, the heron, and most of the ducks had vanished. All that was left was a solitary pair of wood ducks. I felt like they had stuck around just for me. It made me realize we have to savor whatever good comes across our path in life. And let me tell you, it pays to be addicted to running.

Losing Teeth Take Two

Connor got a haircut and started feeling better so we tried another take on his toothless grin. I love it!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Losing Teeth

I was the last one to lose a tooth in my first grade class. It must have been traumatic for me because it's one of the few things I remember about that year. It helps me to have empathy for my 8-year old Abbie who has only lost two teeth. The thing that makes it even worse, and something I didn't even have to deal with, was that her younger brother keeps losing his teeth before her! I'll never forget that summer day when they both realized that they were working on getting their first tooth out. They both sat on chairs on the front lawn and with very determined looks on their faces wiggled their teeth in hopes that they would win the race. In the end, an apple helped Connor lose his tooth first. There were tears shed but I let Abbie know that I too had suffered with stubborn teeth. She lost her first teeth just a few weeks after Connor. Last night Connor woke me up at 4:00 in the morning holding his front tooth in his fingers. That makes 3 for him, 2 for Abbie. Gotta love the hair! Poor kid has been sick all week. That's as close as I could get to a smile from him today.


I have fought the blog craze as long as I could. My sister, Stephanie, has been pushing me to start one for awhile now. I was certain I would never find the time to have one. However, since she first introduced me to blogging, I have found plenty of time to look at her blog, as well as her friends blogs--people I don't even know. I figured if I had time to look at strangers blogs then it was time to start my own. Here's my take on blogs. It's a way for us to stay connected with people we rarely see (or see all the time). It's a way for us to know we're not alone and that other people go through some of the same things we do. It's a way for us to tell the world about the ordinary miracles we witness. It's a way to share our life with others. At first I didn't think I would have anything at all to blog about. However, as I've looked at other people's blogs, I've realized it's connecting with the day to day lives of others that I have loved most. With that said, I am finally ready to enter the blogging world. Wish me luck!

Brown-eyed Girls

As a teenager I had a vision of who I was going to marry and what my kids would look like. Don't we all? I imagined myself marrying someone tall, dark and handsome and having lots of blue-eyed boys. The first half came true. As for the second half, I have one boy (still can't tell you what his eye color is) and three brown-eyed girls. I grew up in a family of six blue-eyed kids and we received lots of attention for our eye color. I remember one time in particular when we were summoned by the neighbor to come over so that a visiting grandma could ooo and aah over our eye color. I felt it was really important that I pass this trait along. When my first girl was born, I convinced myself for almost a year that her eyes were blue-they did start blue. My brother still likes to look at her very brown eyes and tease me about how blue they are. I didn't even question the color of the second girl, her eyes turned dark brown very quickly, but found myself on the third trying to convince myself once again that I had passed along the recessive blue gene. It's taken almost nine months but I realize I have yet another brown-eyed girl. Here's the best part. I wouldn't want it any other way!! I love looking at their different shades of brown and how beautiful each girl is and just feel so stinken' blessed! And even though I didn't get my handful of blue-eyed boys, I have my one strapping son and I love him to pieces. Just goes to show you that life doesn't always turn out the way you planned it-it turns out even better than you could have imagined. With that, I'm excited to blog about both the brown and the blue-eyed members of the family and to share with you all the little miracles we experience in our lives. Here's to you Steph!