Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Lil' Punkins

Last week was picture day at preschool.  Seeing as I'm a photographer, I never buy their photos.  But I still dress the girls up and cross my fingers just in case they get a magical shot that I've never gotten.

But this year...
chances were slim.

Hadley had a black eye and a bruise on her cheek from the many tumbles she takes as she navigates the world on still shaky legs. Kherington had fallen out of her chair at the dinner table and busted her chin open.

But they were still cute!
Then on the way to the car Kherington tripped and slammed face-first into the pebble sidewalk.  We added a busted, bloody lip, a scraped nose, and a CHIPPED TOOTH to the mix.

Lovely.

I haven't seen the photos yet.  But I obviously had to get some of my own.

Here is the evidence:
(I should have gotten close-ups)


And while I love shots of them just as they are because bumps & bruises are real life.... I edited the rest of these...


Wednesday, October 24, 2012

From My Front Porch...

I have this other little girl...


Who at any given time is probably eating dirt and hitting her head on sharp objects.
She hates to wear shoes and loves to get dirty.
She splashes in the dog bowl and unravels toilet paper.
She prefers to be naked and won't tolerate a bow.
And chances are, at any given time, she is making a huge mess and/or whining to go outside.
 





Tuesday, October 23, 2012

From My Front Porch...

I have this little girl...


Who at any given time is probably wearing a princess dress, high heels, a headband and some accessories.
She hates to get dirty and loves to wear fancy shoes.
She paints her nails and covets my makeup.
She insists on wearing a dress and a bow at all times.
And chances are, at any given time, she is either swinging or begging to go swing.



Monday, October 22, 2012

Sunday, October 7, 2012

12 Months

Today is the anniversary of our littlest daughter's birth!



Hadley June, at one year:

You weigh 20 pounds, 15 ounces and are 29" tall. (50th percentile for both)
You love to eat dirt

You walk but still crawl sometimes, using a "gorilla" crawl to protect your  knees

You love nursing and being in Mama's arms

You like meat, yogurt, and anything from my plate

You adore your big sister

You like to dance and jump on the trampoline

You throw a full out tantrum when you have to go inside after playing outside

You are nicknamed "the kissing bandit" at preschool

You are still plagued by ear infections

You climb and push anything and everything

You have made us into a crazy, giggly, happy foursome!





Thursday, October 4, 2012

An OMG Society


There are three words you will never hear cross my lips.

Nor is anyone allowed to say them in my presence. Two are the epitome of hate and intolerance.

And one of them is "Goddamnit."

I even hated typing it.

It is an ugly word, completely uneccesary and it takes our Lord's name in vain.

It is an immature way to express anger and it is a sin. Plain and simple.

I would never allow my children to say it.

Personally, I don't even say "Oh my God!"  or "Jesus!" or "Good Lord!" to show shock or surprise.  These are certainly more mellow, but they feel almost as ugly. They aren't serving any purpose and they fail to glorify God.

So in a world of OMG... what do we teach our children? I don't want mine to say "Oh my God!" or "Jesus!"  or "Holy cow!" in that way. 

And I would prefer they don't even say "Oh my gosh" or "geez." 
They are ingrained in our everyday vernacular and while on the surface those words seem pretty harmless and benign... the root is the same. 

To me this manner of speech is disrespectful to our Savior. It makes a teenager sound bratty and uneducated. It is everywhere... but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

Shouldn't we use our voices to PRAISE God? Aren't we always in the spotlight as fishers of men?

Is it feasible to keep those words/phrases out of my home when they are so prevalent in society?  Can I effectively steer them towards "Oh my goodness" and "wow" and "good grief?"

Am I overreacting? Too prudish? I don't want to be so restrictive that they rebel against me. But raising Christians is my most important job and I don't take it lightly.

So I'm curious, fellow Christians, what say you?

What do/will you allow in your home?

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Our Happy Hadley

Dearest Hadley June,

I’ve spent the last week preparing for and hosting your first birthday party. As I caught up on your baby book and sifted through photographs I couldn’t believe how quickly the time has gone. Our Happy Hadley.

The weeks and months flew by... But the hours and the moments are something I treasured and held on to. We spent a lot of time together, you and I… nestled in my bed curled around each other, you playing at my feet as I worked, nursing in the darkest hours of the night as you twirled your hands through your hair or explored my face with your fingertips. I cheered for each milestone with renewed awe and pride. I found immense joy in watching you learn to play with your big sister, giggling even beneath her full body tackles.

I know you better than anyone else possibly could… your smell, what your cries mean, your needs and your wants and your dislikes. I know the taste of a kiss on your stork bite. And I know about the adorable beauty mark on your squishy bottom that I try to wipe away every day even though I’ve changed your diaper approximately 2,820 times and know full well that it isn’t going anywhere.

I spent many hours comforting you when you were sick or in pain... scared in the hospital, limp and confused after surgery, cranky with ear infections… and I wouldn’t take back one minute of it. Because even when I couldn’t make you well again, my arms made everything okay.

You are a Mama’s girl, no doubt. These days you fuss to be on my hip and you are always underfoot. I have to remind myself when it starts to feel stifling that these moments are fleeting… any day you will become independent and chasing sister will be much more fun than hanging out with Mama. So go ahead, cling to my leg and and chatter “Mamamamama” until I pick you up and snuggle you. If you don’t feel well tonight, cry out for me at 3am and I will come. I will hold you and I will make everything okay.

I will always make everything okay.

Mama

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