Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Hannah, 35 weeks.
My sister Hannah is having twin boys on August 3rd (if not before!). Seems impossible that a small body could house two large babies!
Rachel's flying in from the East Coast, my mom is coming on Monday, everyone is waiting and anxious and worried and excited. Hannah was hoping for a normal delivery but the boys are both sitting straight up breech! She'll have a c-section. The most incredible thing about Hannie is that she just finished nursing school TWO DAYS AGO. She took her last final and could finally breathe a sigh of relief (or not...).
Our entire family is on the edge of our bleachers dying to see what these boys look like! This is the best summer ever.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
This 7-minute montage might be dull for people that don't know my fantastic extended family... but I love them more than life and our time together is always so sweet. These photos make me all gooey inside and adding music in there is death by emotion!
Miss you all---
Monday, July 25, 2011
And one from Saturday:
Something that I love about the girls right now is they'd rather watch a documentary on archaeology than watch a cartoon. Grace wants to be a paleontologist when she grows up. Far cry from a "rock star". They ask me how dinosaur bones can be saved for so long. I tell them the bones are replaced with minerals. Then they hit me over the head with so many questions that I black out. No, really, I don't, but pretty close...
I wish I was a scientist, they would be way more impressed.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Me and the satchel. She is 24.5 pounds, give or take. So one time I got tired. And we stopped to rest in a grove of trees. And I took the baby backpack off and it stood on the forest floor like a perfect high chair. Suspending her above the dirt and pine needles and ants while she ate her granola bar. Then she must have pushed her toes into the ground and it tipped forward and she did an uncontrollable face plant. 100% Mommy's fault. Ugh.
A few of my siblings and I went on a hike (walk) around Silver Lake. Isaac and Bethany are my little brother and sister who were visiting before going to EFY this week. Here she is, in all her feminine beauty, my littlest sister who was 3 years old when I moved out of the house:
Sunday, July 17, 2011
This is as good as it gets for today... Ruby was concerned that her feet would be eaten by ants, Lillie wanted it to be over so she could go back inside, Tada wanted to run down the driveway in front of a speeding car and Grace was going through whatever motions she had to in order to gain freedom and favor.
But it's them. With their messy summer hair (ok, all-season messy hair), popsicle faces, eyes that squint just at the edges, and freckles on every single one of 'em.
It was a beautiful day, evening and weekend.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Anytime my girls want to stop whining and go outside to play in the backyard unsupervised, I make absolutely no move to stop them. Quite the opposite, actually, I give them a nice swift kick as they run out the door.
So in the calm light of the evening, I usually find myself cleaning up the backyard. This time I found an orange bucket with some water in it and a roll of toilet paper beside it. I was understandably confused and my wheels started understandably spinning.
Kayla, my niece who spent a couple days with us this week, was the first on the scene when she noticed my staring. The facts began to spill from her mouth with hardly a breath in between:
"We wanted to make a toilet and Grace peed in it and so did Ruby and I had to really go pee, so I did it too".
You know what? It barely fazed me. I dumped it out and left it upside down to dry while I finished cleaning up the yard.
Such a seasoned mother I am.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Lollipop on the beach, 3 years old. Tutu and hair feathers by Aunt Liza.
Cake and a few presents with the ultra-wide angle lens. The distortion is hard to control...
Loves that "Ninna". And the binky she found under Ninna's bed.
The emotion lies deep inside me, at my most cellular level. More than anything else, it's an instinct. Simply a reaction to your strength, your vigor, your burning bonfire. It gets me. When I see your birthday photos, your beautiful face turning three, almost as if in slow motion, I break down. I can't speak. My jaw clenches tight as your beauty possesses the uneven blue of my eyes.
I can't edit photos of my fantastic specimen that is you, on the beach in a yummy swimsuit, with that smile and that hair without completely losing it. My eyes sting as David Gray and Meiko and Ray LaMontagne sing me and you a little closer to one another.
I'll love you forever and ever and ever. 'Til time gets bored and turns into something else entirely.