Our Daddy shows us God's love when he...
*plays hide-&-seek and tag with us...every day
*[almost] never raises his voice at us
*always gives us hugs when he comes home after work
*is never too tired to check on us when we need him in the middle of the night
*tickles us until we can't laugh any more
*makes sure we go to church every Sunday
*tells us he's proud of us
*disciplines us when we need it
*plays "wrestle mania" with us
*takes us outside with him while he's working on a project
*makes sure to tell Gwyn how pretty she is
*makes us the best popcorn...ever
*gives us piggy-back rides
*prays with us & tucks us in...every night
*loves our Mommy
Happy Father's Day, Daddy!
We love you, too!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Ornery little bugger...
Ornery. That’s what he is.
Mama.
Mama gets to greet him in the mornings when he looks at her with contempt and says, “Daddy!”
Mama gets to clutch his screaming, squirming little body when he's filled with fury because Daddy wasn’t there to comfort him when he fell.
Stinkin ornery.
For the past 2.5 weeks Jude has decided to pay Mama & Daddy back for taking away his “Baba”.
He’s coping quite well with the separation as he’s decided to replace his beloved blanket with his father.
Daddy must now be the one he snuggles while watching a video.
Daddy has to be the one to check on him during the night when he throws himself into a screaming tirade.
Daddy is the one who must console him when he gets an ouchy.
Daddy is the one he screams for when he loses sight of him.
Daddy is the one he clings to when he’s feeling insecure.
Only, Daddy is at work for 10 hours…every day.
Daddy has music practice 2 evenings a week.
Daddy doesn’t sit with us at church.
And sometimes, Daddy needs a little breathing space.
So, who gets to enjoy the full gamut of Jude’s rage?
For the past 2.5 weeks Jude has decided to pay Mama & Daddy back for taking away his “Baba”.
He’s coping quite well with the separation as he’s decided to replace his beloved blanket with his father.
Daddy must now be the one he snuggles while watching a video.
Daddy has to be the one to check on him during the night when he throws himself into a screaming tirade.
Daddy is the one who must console him when he gets an ouchy.
Daddy is the one he screams for when he loses sight of him.
Daddy is the one he clings to when he’s feeling insecure.
Only, Daddy is at work for 10 hours…every day.
Daddy has music practice 2 evenings a week.
Daddy doesn’t sit with us at church.
And sometimes, Daddy needs a little breathing space.
So, who gets to enjoy the full gamut of Jude’s rage?
Mama.
Mama gets to greet him in the mornings when he looks at her with contempt and says, “Daddy!”
Mama gets to clutch his screaming, squirming little body when he's filled with fury because Daddy wasn’t there to comfort him when he fell.
Mama gets to hold him back, as he's kicking & screaming, and trying to run up on the stage with Daddy during church.
Mama gets to battle with him for 2 hours every day at nap as he defiantly throws every pillow, blanket & teddy bear off his bed. And gets up and plays with his brother. And makes sure to squeal and laugh and make a ruckus in order to keep his brother awake, too.
Mama gets to battle with him for 2 hours every day at nap as he defiantly throws every pillow, blanket & teddy bear off his bed. And gets up and plays with his brother. And makes sure to squeal and laugh and make a ruckus in order to keep his brother awake, too.
And grins when Mama opens the door.
And grins when Mama gets after him.
And grins when he wakes up his sister.
And grins. And grins.
And then starts again from the beginning.
And grins when Mama gets after him.
And grins when he wakes up his sister.
And grins. And grins.
And then starts again from the beginning.
Because, after all, who could stay angry at such an ornery thing when he's so stinkin cute, too?
He soooo knows.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Silly ol' me...
10 quirky or little known facts about myself:
1. I don't like ice-cream. I can pass it up any day, any time. Probably because I'm always too cold to eat it.
2. I love the rain, almost more than the sunshine.
(Just not on my wedding day!)
It comforts and relaxes me. I could never get enough of the sound it makes on a metal roof.
3. When trying to fall asleep I repeatedly crack the toes on my right foot. (Gross, I know)
The weirdest part? Tess does the exact same thing! We only just discovered it last year when she was staying with me while Lyle was away on business.
4. I hate competition, of any kind. It makes me feel strange for some reason.
(Except when I beat Lyle at Phase 10. That feels pretty good!)
5. I love, love, LOVE being pregnant! If I had the choice I would stay pregnant for the rest of my life! (only 1 baby at a time, please.) I feel completely empty without a little life moving around inside of me.
6. I can NOT sleep on my left side. My stomach gurgles and churns and I get seriously ill. I also can't sleep if there's any kind of light on. It has to be pitch black or I toss and turn all night. I think it's because I sleep with my eyes open.
7. I don't like the color purple.
8. I loathe being the center of attention and will do almost anything to avoid it!
9. My "love language" is quality time, followed by a close second, physical touch. (as in hugs, kisses, holding hands, etc.)
10. I love the words, adore, intrigue, blossom & passion.
Okay, I tag Heidi! (Mostly because I know she'll follow through and not make me look like an idiot!) Now you have to tell us 10 quirky or little known facts about yourself!
1. I don't like ice-cream. I can pass it up any day, any time. Probably because I'm always too cold to eat it.
2. I love the rain, almost more than the sunshine.
(Just not on my wedding day!)
It comforts and relaxes me. I could never get enough of the sound it makes on a metal roof.
3. When trying to fall asleep I repeatedly crack the toes on my right foot. (Gross, I know)
The weirdest part? Tess does the exact same thing! We only just discovered it last year when she was staying with me while Lyle was away on business.
4. I hate competition, of any kind. It makes me feel strange for some reason.
(Except when I beat Lyle at Phase 10. That feels pretty good!)
5. I love, love, LOVE being pregnant! If I had the choice I would stay pregnant for the rest of my life! (only 1 baby at a time, please.) I feel completely empty without a little life moving around inside of me.
6. I can NOT sleep on my left side. My stomach gurgles and churns and I get seriously ill. I also can't sleep if there's any kind of light on. It has to be pitch black or I toss and turn all night. I think it's because I sleep with my eyes open.
7. I don't like the color purple.
8. I loathe being the center of attention and will do almost anything to avoid it!
9. My "love language" is quality time, followed by a close second, physical touch. (as in hugs, kisses, holding hands, etc.)
10. I love the words, adore, intrigue, blossom & passion.
Okay, I tag Heidi! (Mostly because I know she'll follow through and not make me look like an idiot!) Now you have to tell us 10 quirky or little known facts about yourself!
Friday, June 6, 2008
"Doo-aw Pa-pooh, Mama?"
This little girl loves to draw. It comes very naturally to her and it always has. From the time she was itty-bitty she could hold the pen in perfect form and she can already command whatever her little heart desires to appear on the page. (Keeping in mind, of course, that she still has a very limited "2 year old" heart.)
She begs me at some point every day, "Doo-aw, pa-pooh, Mama?"
While at Grami's the other day we were practicing her name together,
"G W Y N E T H spells Gwyneth," I told her.
She looked at her work proudly and then stated, "B, Beck!" and proceeded to draw little B's all over her paper...completely un-aided! I had no idea she even knew what a B is, or even what her last name is, for that matter. I guess Camden has been teaching her a thing or two when Mama isn't lookin.
Anyway, this is one proud Mama here. She just turned 2, people!
She begs me at some point every day, "Doo-aw, pa-pooh, Mama?"
While at Grami's the other day we were practicing her name together,
"G W Y N E T H spells Gwyneth," I told her.
She looked at her work proudly and then stated, "B, Beck!" and proceeded to draw little B's all over her paper...completely un-aided! I had no idea she even knew what a B is, or even what her last name is, for that matter. I guess Camden has been teaching her a thing or two when Mama isn't lookin.
Anyway, this is one proud Mama here. She just turned 2, people!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
What's cookin?
Just one of Gwyneth playing in her kitchen.
She has finally started to role-play a little.
I found her the other day with "Baby Anna" in the highchair.
She was feeding her "icy water" & "yummy chicky."
How eye-opening it is to hear her tell her baby little things like,
"now!" & "No, No!"
I fear she gets her sauciness from her own mother,
much to my dismay.
And then she'll tenderly feed her and give her sweet kisses,
all the while cooing at her, and I feel a bit better about the whole matter...
a bit.
She has finally started to role-play a little.
I found her the other day with "Baby Anna" in the highchair.
She was feeding her "icy water" & "yummy chicky."
How eye-opening it is to hear her tell her baby little things like,
"now!" & "No, No!"
I fear she gets her sauciness from her own mother,
much to my dismay.
And then she'll tenderly feed her and give her sweet kisses,
all the while cooing at her, and I feel a bit better about the whole matter...
a bit.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Just one of those days...
It's just been one of those days... (one of those weeks, really.)
You know, one of those days when you can actually understand why some species eat their young.
One screaming child woke up another screaming child, woke up another screaming child.
Camden peed in his freshly changed sheets, and didn't tell me, and I only just realized it from the nauseating smell radiating from him as we're sitting at the breakfast table.
So into the tub, but they all want a bath…Gwyneth is ready to get out and I walk into the bathroom after getting her dressed to find that Camden has now pooped in the tub, all over the freshly bleached toys and his little brother. I whisk Jude out and he pees all over my freshly mopped floor while I’m taking care of the mess in the tub. I get Camden in fresh clothes and he poops, (yet again!) all over those, too! And now needs another bath... and on and on…
Add this to the fact that everyone needs to “go potty” every 5 minutes and only ever actually goes 10% of the time, but expects a treat every time, (and then proceeds to go in their pants anyway) plus the fact that the two I’m not holding are screaming at the top of their lungs, at all times, and you get yourself one happy lil’ household.
And the time? Not even 9 am.
Oh well. Things are looking up. Gwyneth has only had 1 “accident” and they’ve been happily playing long enough for me to type this. Until just now, of course…
Camden and Jude have the slinky strung half way through the house in a screaming tug-o-war. And they have 2 of them!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
You know, one of those days when you can actually understand why some species eat their young.
One screaming child woke up another screaming child, woke up another screaming child.
Camden peed in his freshly changed sheets, and didn't tell me, and I only just realized it from the nauseating smell radiating from him as we're sitting at the breakfast table.
So into the tub, but they all want a bath…Gwyneth is ready to get out and I walk into the bathroom after getting her dressed to find that Camden has now pooped in the tub, all over the freshly bleached toys and his little brother. I whisk Jude out and he pees all over my freshly mopped floor while I’m taking care of the mess in the tub. I get Camden in fresh clothes and he poops, (yet again!) all over those, too! And now needs another bath... and on and on…
Add this to the fact that everyone needs to “go potty” every 5 minutes and only ever actually goes 10% of the time, but expects a treat every time, (and then proceeds to go in their pants anyway) plus the fact that the two I’m not holding are screaming at the top of their lungs, at all times, and you get yourself one happy lil’ household.
And the time? Not even 9 am.
Oh well. Things are looking up. Gwyneth has only had 1 “accident” and they’ve been happily playing long enough for me to type this. Until just now, of course…
Camden and Jude have the slinky strung half way through the house in a screaming tug-o-war. And they have 2 of them!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Gwynie-Girl
The reasons why I completely adore these:
This was my buggy when I was a little girl.
My grandparents got it for me when I was 3 or 4
and I still remember that day.
I played with it for many years whenever I went to see them.
I love my parents' backyard. I have so many memories spent with my siblings there and it's the only place I really, truly feel at "home".
Seeing my baby turned girl.
I'm filled with such gratitude and awe.
I begged God for this girl whom I love so very much.
She is amazing and I love that she wants
to be by my side at all times.
I could listen to her beautifully sweet,
chattering voice all day, every day.
I *heart* these hair ties...gotta love that Dick & Jane!
Gwyn loves getting her hair fixed.
She is always so excited to see how "pretty"
she looks when we're finished.
I love her curls!
Yeppers.
I'd take this puppy home with me in a heartbeat!
Oh, wait. Already did that once...
She mistakenly thought I meant to give her a ride in her buggy when I asked if she wanted to go out and play with it in the yard.
This is the look I got.
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