So Thankful for everyone I have in my life.
I am a lucky.
Happy Thanksgiving
November 27, 2009
November 22, 2009
Happy Birthday Grandma Brunch
Such a Grandma's Boy!
These boys spell trouble! or smell like trouble.
See what I mean? Trouble! Oh wait...Is somebody down there?
Is that....is that Sissy down there?I obviously wasn't too concerned, seeing how I continued taking photos and all.
Stop stretching her nose out! It won't go back!
Thats right rugrats! Pick on someone your own size!
PILLOW FIGHT!
DOG PILE!When did brunch at my house become wrestle mania??
Somehow, Nate knows how to do it. Look how calm and cute they all are!Is it because Nate smells like sugar cookies and maple syrup? Maybe.
After 25 "take downs" its time for Star Wars in Henry supersecret under the table movie watching spot!
Happy Birthday Grandma! We love you!
Ray Charlie
We had such a great weekend and have lots of photos from Grandma's Birthday today, but the computer is acting up, so instead, I wanted to introduce Ray Charlie.
Yes, he puts his sunglasses on and jams on his piano. That kid is amazing!
November 14, 2009
Fun Pics
Since things have been a little busy the past week, I wanted to share some sweet, sweet pictures of my sweet, sweet boys:
Is it possible that Henry just gets cuter and cuter?
Of course it is.
Henry's sweet "Happy Eyes"
And then we danced.
And danced.
Sassy spent some quality time traveling around our kitchen island with his bags packed.
And his newest trick....everytime I have a camera, I get this face with a "teeeeeszzzzz"!
November 4, 2009
B's & P's
Today, I was stung by a bee....twice.
Today, I peed in the toilet for the first time!
Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings!
Sweet & Sour
Last night, we had a wonderfully sweet night with my friends and their kids. We laughed and laughed and ate and told stories and watched our kids play, held the new babies and reconnected like we’d never been apart, because that’s how these girls are. It was really sweet.
This morning, we had one of those mornings. Sour. The kids were up well past their bedtimes and drank way to much soda and ate too much sugar last night. In fact, 2 of the last 3 mornings have been sour. One sour morning is fine. I can do that. Two sour mornings is compounded misery. It is exponentially more difficult than the day before.
This morning’s light burned Henry’s eyes as we woke him. Getting him to go to the bathroom was like asking him to take the SATs. The clothes I picked out for him we so not right, and Nathan had to battle to find anything that was to his liking. He cried, and whimpered and screamed at times. Breakfast went all wrong because his homemade “gun/walker” thing he made wasn’t positioned right on the kitchen table. Charlie was too loud and in his way. His sweatshirt zipper was The Enemy as gritted-teethed Henry tried to pull it in the wrong direction and yelled out with crazy eyes in frustration. And then he just stopped. In all his rage, he just looked at me and put my hand to his face and cried. He was so tired and I feel totally responsible. My heart started to break.
Though Nate said it, he didn’t have to. I could see it his face. He was done. Past reasoning, past patient. The tank was dry.
As we left, I half-jokingly asked if he’ll come home tonight. It was that bad.
Cereal for Henry and a binky for Charlie made the drive to school/work tolerable…but I still felt awful. I could see their red-rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks from my rear-view mirror as they sat silent, staring, or half-asleep.
After trying to spend some quality drop-off time with Henry, it was time for me to go to work because this is the 3rd day in row that I am running very late. Henry physically melted. Literally. His legs gave out, his shoulders slumped forward, his head flopped backwards, his mouth opened, tears poured and he just melted to the floor. I tried all my cheerful tricks, none of which he bought. This is usually when the teachers jump in, and they did. But I walked away from the glass door watching Henry hysterically crying, faced pressed against the door calling for me over and over. I turned away and walked and could still hear him calling me. And then I melted.
I know he is just very tired and I know I am very tired. It was a sweet night and a sour morning. I guess that how it goes, but next time I plan a party, I’ll think twice or plan better so that my kids don’t pay such an enormous price.
When I got back to my car, I saw the pieces of my kids….the 50 or so goldfish crackers strewed about the backseat, the binky, the crushed cereal, heaven knows how old Pirate’s Booty and two days of granola bar wrappers and I cried a little more and thought….Yes, my plate is very, very full, but, so is my heart. I love you Nathan, Henry & Charlie.
This morning, we had one of those mornings. Sour. The kids were up well past their bedtimes and drank way to much soda and ate too much sugar last night. In fact, 2 of the last 3 mornings have been sour. One sour morning is fine. I can do that. Two sour mornings is compounded misery. It is exponentially more difficult than the day before.
This morning’s light burned Henry’s eyes as we woke him. Getting him to go to the bathroom was like asking him to take the SATs. The clothes I picked out for him we so not right, and Nathan had to battle to find anything that was to his liking. He cried, and whimpered and screamed at times. Breakfast went all wrong because his homemade “gun/walker” thing he made wasn’t positioned right on the kitchen table. Charlie was too loud and in his way. His sweatshirt zipper was The Enemy as gritted-teethed Henry tried to pull it in the wrong direction and yelled out with crazy eyes in frustration. And then he just stopped. In all his rage, he just looked at me and put my hand to his face and cried. He was so tired and I feel totally responsible. My heart started to break.
Though Nate said it, he didn’t have to. I could see it his face. He was done. Past reasoning, past patient. The tank was dry.
As we left, I half-jokingly asked if he’ll come home tonight. It was that bad.
Cereal for Henry and a binky for Charlie made the drive to school/work tolerable…but I still felt awful. I could see their red-rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks from my rear-view mirror as they sat silent, staring, or half-asleep.
After trying to spend some quality drop-off time with Henry, it was time for me to go to work because this is the 3rd day in row that I am running very late. Henry physically melted. Literally. His legs gave out, his shoulders slumped forward, his head flopped backwards, his mouth opened, tears poured and he just melted to the floor. I tried all my cheerful tricks, none of which he bought. This is usually when the teachers jump in, and they did. But I walked away from the glass door watching Henry hysterically crying, faced pressed against the door calling for me over and over. I turned away and walked and could still hear him calling me. And then I melted.
I know he is just very tired and I know I am very tired. It was a sweet night and a sour morning. I guess that how it goes, but next time I plan a party, I’ll think twice or plan better so that my kids don’t pay such an enormous price.
When I got back to my car, I saw the pieces of my kids….the 50 or so goldfish crackers strewed about the backseat, the binky, the crushed cereal, heaven knows how old Pirate’s Booty and two days of granola bar wrappers and I cried a little more and thought….Yes, my plate is very, very full, but, so is my heart. I love you Nathan, Henry & Charlie.
November 1, 2009
Trick or Treat
A beautiful moonlit Halloween night!
Henry worked so hard on his very own pumpkin!
He picked the pumpkin from the pumpkin patch on his field trip last week.
He hammered clear colored pegs into his pumpkin and a blinking flashlight lit it up beautifully!
After 30 or so minutes, I was proud to see Henry found it much quicker to push the pegs in by hand rather than hammering them in. Cleva boy!
Some chili and cornbread to start our evening!
And a FIERCE miniature lion - this is his GROWL!!!
And our swashbuckling pirate...Captain Henry!
We rolled the boys into the cul-de-sac neighborhoods a few blocks away....but Henry was in no mood for photos.
The boys then inspected their loot and wanted to try EVERYTHING.
First some chocolate....
Why bother taking wrappers off? This is after Charlie bit through a foil wrapped peanut butter chocolate patty. He was all business!
And then he passed out for a bit..
And then the sugar kicked in...
And kicked in some more...
And then, I don't know what happened here...
But he thought it was HILARIOUS!
It was a very fun weekend of costumes, candy, cooking and playing...but tomorrow, we all go back to the real world. But enjoying the time change and looking forward to our pizza party this week with my girlfriends!
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