16 months

Adah is now the age I was when Heidi was born.

I guess she looks a little like me (;

And for those of you who think that Heidi's kids look just like their dad...Hmmmmmm....and where did they get all that mischievousness?

I have NO IDEA!

tuesday

We had such a great weekend away.
Coming home was just as nice.

Camden got really sick on the way home.
It was the first asthma attack he's had in a long time.
We used the inhaler twice and still all he could do was concentrate on his breathing,
which was so labored that his heart was racing with the effort.
Then the fever hit. I was up all night checking on him.
Thankfully he was doing well by morning.
Now all he has is a cough.
Last night I had dreams all night of him dying of suffocation.

Adah has her evaluation with a physical therapist this Monday.
Pray that all goes well and that they can tell if there is something wrong or not.
I will feel so much better just knowing, one way or the other.

We have decided to wait until next year for Gwyneth's 3rd eye surgery.
I'm losing hope that they can even fix it.
Last time we saw huge improvement, only to watch it slowly make it's way back to almost never lining up correctly with her other eye.
I say it's high-time to pray over her.

School is going so wonderfully!
In fact, I love it. Really love it.
Teaching is so rewarding.
We got such a huge compliment today when one of Camden's classmates at church commented, "I'm so proud of Camden! He loves God so much. Every week he shares with us all the things he's been learning about God and all the Bible verses he's memorized."
That my child is the Godly influence to his (much older) friends and class mates fills me with so much joy. And holy fear. Please God, let me do it right. Not by the world's standards, but by yours.

Speaking of learning.
Jude and Gwyneth have been struggling, endlessly it seems, to keep their letter and/or sounds straight. I saw this recommended on another blog and decided to give it a whirl. It's helped. Tremendously. In fact, I think I may just get the entire set.

I don't think I'm anywhere near my 10 on Tuesday,
but I'll leave ya with this;

A classic example of the strangeness that my children exhibit each and every day.

Seriously. I love that they always know just how to make me laugh!

hApPy MoNdAy

Couldn't resist picking these for my bathroom.
And there they sit, the last of summer,
waiting to greet me in the morning.

little miss

My little shadow.
How is it that it took me 4 and a half years to figure out that her love language is quality time?
Really, it's doing anything FUN. With mom.
She's always thinking up fun things to do together.
Every morning the first thing she asks is, "Where are we going today, Mom?...You always say 'nowhere'!" Then she quickly moves on to figuring out how to make her horrid day spent at home doing nothing with Mom more fun.
She is our go-getter. Always busy. Always begging to have people over for small group.
Always helping...as long as she gets to be boss.
So, I've been making a conscious effort to keep things fun around here.
Baking cookies and snuggling in bed while we watch a movie together with hot cocoa.
Getting my wedding dress out for her to ooh and awe over.
Letting her help...the way she wants.
Kittens.
Cotton candy.
Playdates.
French toast in our jammies at Grami's.
Lip gloss.
Storytime.
Cooking.
Sleepovers in Mommy's bed (when the boys are gone)

And I think it's really helped with her attitude.
She has been such a joy.
She will sometimes just look at me with the sweetest smile on her face, and for no reason at all,
gush, "I love you so much, Mom!"
"That is the best gift you could ever give me." I tell her.
It fills my heart.

And then, just when I think we are getting somewhere, she'll be a little poop again.
For no reason at all.

She has so much personality, so much energy, so much spirit, so much fire in her.
She simply can't contain it all.

And I can't keep up with her.

She inspires me. Challenges me.

And I love her for it.

loved

Camden,

I love that you love everyone as if they're your best friend and that you love Jesus most of all. That you're always kind. I love that you're confident and that no one intimidates you. That you love to laugh more than anything in the world. And that it's even better if everyone is laughing with you. I love that you always follow the rules. That you play for the love of the game and winning is just an added bonus. I love that you are so laid back and that you can't be rushed. I love your attention to detail and your photographic memory. Your passion for learning and your never ending search for wisdom. I love that you love your mama and that you look like me, too. I love your dimple, your dreamy green eyes. Your Waggoner pout and your Beck smile. Your chubby cheeks and your webbed toes. I love you, every bit, head to toe, inside and out, no matter what. And I always will.

Love, Mama

What do you love most about Camden?

Camden turns 6

Camden, while you were five you

gave your heart to Jesus
lost your first tooth
graduated to the big kid Jr. Church class
learned how to whistle
started kindergarten home school
read your first words
went on your first camp out
learned how to tie a bow
and how to tell time
and how to ride a bike


I can't wait to see what year number six holds in store for you.

May it be one grand adventure after another.

Love that I captured his baby teeth before they're gone.

He always does this and I think it might actually be the first time I've gotten it on 'film'.

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Um, I'm not sure yet.

Who is your best friend?
Adah, Mommy and Kira.

Your favorite place to go?
Kira and Preston's and Grandma & Grandpa's.

Favorite thing to do?
Ride my big bike because I don't tip over!

Favorite food?

Lasagna

Favorite treat?

Gummy snakes and gummy worms

Favorite restaurant?
Pizza Hut

What do you want most for your birthday?
A watch! So I don't have to look at the clock on the wall to see what time it is every time.
(And he does mean EVERY time, 8:30, 8:31, 8:32 etc. )

Sissy Doll

Is what we call her.

And doll she is.
Wouldn't you agree?At 16 months she still isn't standing, pulling herself up, cruising or trying to walk.
Instead, she bops around on her bottom everywhere she goes.
Her doctor has referred us to a physical therapist for an evaluation.
There is nothing I would change about this girl. Not for the world.
Though, for her sake I pray that everything is okay.

Please, let everything be okay.