It was about 5:45pm, I had just turned off the burner where dinner had just finished sauteing. I rounded the corner and saw this. Whitney. Oh my gosh. It’s deafeningly quiet, when did I see her last? hear her last? I didn’t even look around the house, I yelled up to Tyler (who was working in the office upstairs) and ran out the door...
We’ve been cycling through a series of celebration and survival modes the past two (and a half?) months…and I have a lot of catching up to do. If you were wondering where your Christmas card was I’m sorry, we didn’t get one out this year. But I LOVE getting all the cards and catching up and seeing snapshots of people’s lives. Thanks to all...
There’s some extra cuteness going around and the smiles are especially contagious. And I found the first little tooth poking through this evening! We had a 4yr (Dylan) and 4month (Leslie) checkup last week. These kids are healthy and thriving! Dylan is the size of the average 5 1/2 year old. The doctor encouraged us to “put a basketball in his hands.” I just...
Dylan’s obsession with collecting “treasure” made it easy to do a birthday party theme for him this year….a gold treasure party. For the first time, we decided to have a small collection of kids WITHOUT their parents! Of course, I stacked my party team with grandparents, aunties and uncle to help out, but all in all I’m a fan of the party focusing on...
This boy. The fourth year has meant a lot of things for him. To begin with there was an unquenchable desire for building (legos, marble runs, blocks), farm boy early morning wake ups, lots of bursts of energy and silly words and sounds. He has collected thousands of “treasures” in all the empty boxes and canisters he can get a hold of. Treasure means...
We recently returned from our inaugural Disney family adventure….and now we study the Disney map at breakfast every morning. “Mom – what’s the scary parts in Indiana Jones?” “Why didn’t we go on Yeti Mountain?” Seriously, though, while totally exhausting on my end with baby back on an every-three-hour feeding schedule, Disney did not disappoint – it was every bit as magical and as...
I blinked and it’s now five weeks later. We are a whole different family now. Dylan’s hair seems a few bushy curly inches longer, Whitney is almost to her first break for school, and we heard the beginnings of Leslie’s laughing today. It’s been a whirlwind of change – we have been weathering tons of parent meetings and trainings for these co-op schools we’ve...
Whitney is 5! Whitney loves dogs, Clifford, books, Berenstain Bears, iPad (YouTube), dance parties, ballet, Frozen, Bear Necessities, playing piano, singing, cupcakes, Costco hot dogs, dressing dolls, baby Leslie, the zip line, hammock, swinging, “going to the beach”, “driving the car”, making smoothies, cooking in her play kitchen, going to school, circle time, riding the bus, greeting everyone, hugs, kisses, and life in general!...
How will she know which is snack and which is lunch? Is it enough food? healthy? too messy? what are the other kids going to have? Let’s practice opening the container at breakfast to make sure she can do it. Braids. Can’t have her hair falling out all over the place or dropping in her food or art. Is this skirt too short? Gotta...
I guess it’s only fitting to have a motherhood post after the fatherhood, sisterhood and brotherhood ones. The thing is, motherhood for me is an ebb and flow between the sane and the insane. Fortunately most of the time we’re in the sane zone. I’m good, I’m good, I’m good, and then all of a sudden I freak out, and then I’m good again. ...
Have you heard of Breast Milk Jaundice? I hadn’t. Leslie had jaundice in the hospital when she was born, glow blanket and everything. The whites of her eyes have yet to be bright. While common among newborns, jaundice is less common now at 7 weeks. The pediatrician told me to take her in if not cleared up by 5 weeks, so we went in...
I can’t believe it’s been more than 6 weeks since this moment……and of course I’ve had this post *almost* done for probably three weeks now. A third child means I am three times as slow (and patient) right? It’s an adjustment. Speaking of adjustments, I have been so pleased to see how Dylan has adjusted to becoming a BIG brother. Perhaps 3 1/2 years...