Easter 2012

We are alive, I promise.  And thriving, I think--who really knows, though.  Time is whizzing past so quickly that I rarely have time to take stock in things and certainly no time to write it all down here.  But, I want to, and I know the time will come again where this is a great outlet for me....a place to share the funnies of the day or to sort out the fears that keep me up at night.  But, for now, only pictures.

AnnaKate, modeling her basket loot

this is about how it goes...the only reason G was cooperative is because he was the only one who understood the bribe

the best i could do of a group shot

Lilah on her favorite spot: daddy's lap!

We had a great Easter--a sweet celebration of a miracle unlike any other--the death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus, so that we may have all we need for an eternity.

I have seriously dropped the blogging ball....life is about juggling, and lately I've added in several new juggling balls--something had to go.  But, I did want to update anyone who is interested.

My girls have had RSV and basically, been sick for 2 weeks. There is nothing quite as humbling for me as when my kids get sick...because no matter how well I've been holding things between the lines around here....it all gets shot to heck when I try to add in sleepless nights, doctor visits, ear drops, antibiotics, and breathing treatments.  I am happy to report they are better. Whew.

Ada is on.the.move.  I have no words for the delight (and exhaustion) that she is for us.  Paul, Garrett, Lilah, and myself are all a bit obsessed with her:).

Garrett has had several 'things' to get ready for Kindergarten.  Meeting with his teachers (they say he is 'ready'), meeting at his new school (which is so precious), and a meeting with his pediatrician for shots (i would like to apologize to the 2 nurses who likely needed ice packs after we left).

All this and a million little things that keep me running like a crazy (but very happy) woman.

Presidents Day

It looks like I'm down to blogging only on major holidays (sorry I missed Whitney Houston Day).  For one, my baby is on the move. F.A.S.T.  For two, I've started a little side project that is taking all my computer hours.
But, I'll leave you with this presidential dinner conversation (don't think we are like the Cleavers, we usually talk about basketball or are too busy making threats to talk).

Me:  Garrett, what would you do if you woke up tomorrow and George Washington was at our breakfast
         table? (he had just told me he was his favorite, which is code for 'the only one he knows')

G: " I'd say "WHAAAAAT? Are you DOING here?"
      "Then I'd sing, OH SAY CAN YOU SEE"

Happy Valentines Day

I would love to have a full-time transcriptionist that follows us around and writes down what Garrett says.  Here's an bit from this morning:

Me:  "Happy Valentines Day!"

G:  "You are my valentine, momma."
      "Well, and myself.  I love myself."
      "I think it's important to love yourself"

Happy Heart

We get a little uneasy around here right before a cardiology appointment, but last week's arrived before I even had a chance to worry.  And, thankfully, Lilah's heart looked awesome! Her cardiologist was genuinely pleased and said everything looks as well, or better, than last time. Hooray!!!

Don't hear me say that her heart problems are gone, because the issues are still there, but Lilah's heart is doing an excellent job compensating and the function (the fill and empty of blood) is very close to normal.

Like soldiers after battle, Paul and I and her doctors love to talk about how sick she was 'back in the day'....shaking our head in disbelief that this is the same girl.  "....wonderful are His works!" (psalm 139:14).

Happy Valentines Day, early!

This baby is killing me....breaking my heart in a million pieces with her sweetness:). I can't believe Miss Ada is already 8 months old!

I feel like with 3 kids in the house, we almost always have some 'night time issue'--if I make it through the night to a respectable morning time without getting up at least once, I'm always shocked.  One night this week our night time surprise was a midnight visitor.  I rolled over in the night and noticed Garrett sleeping beside Paul...he learned a long time ago that he would get a much more welcome invitation from his father's side than mine:).

The next morning, Paul and I woke up to the sound of a baby crying, but no Garrett in our bed (for the record, he has been known to wake Ada in the am, but this was not the case that day).  We were practically 'high-fiving' each other as we made the bed...celebrating that he had, on his own, without tears or threats from either side, gone back to his own bed.  Parenting success.  Yeah for us.  We are awesome.

At breakfast, we celebrated the little king....congratulating him on his mature decision to return to his own bed, when he says:
"Oh.  I did that because I wet your bed."


Perfect:)