Friday, October 30, 2009

What a year!

That is my Little Bear, Halloween, 2008.

Oh, how I love him.



For the last two years, we've spent Trick-or-Treat in my Mom and Dad's driveway, passing out candy and drinking beers with the neighbors. It's so midwest-suburbia. I love it.

As I look at these pictures, I am filled with memories from the last twelve months. My parents' neighbors have been through a lot in a year, and I am so grateful that they have each other to lean on.

Pregnancy. Miscarriage. More pregnancy. Babies. Job loss. Separation. More babies.

It's been quite a year.

And I know God is at work. And I cannot wait to see what He's up to.




In case you were wondering, that pumpkin is not carved. It's duct-taped. My dad {rolls eyes} . . . he's got a few hillbilly tendencies. And we love him for it.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Non-Maternal Instincts

Nonmaternal Instinct

Dog Edition

Pray for him.


Since Henry's arrival over 18 months ago, this precious dog has become the culprit of one very serious crime.

Sock snatcher.

Sock devourer.

Sock eat-and-puke-upper.

And this once patient momma ain't gonna take it anymore.


I know, I know. He totally looks like the type of dog who cuddles up to your legs and nuzzles his head between your feet.

Yeah, he does that.

After he puked up his 96th sock.

So pray for him. His days are numbered.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Laughter.

Few things bring me greater joy than to hear my babies laugh.

Harper is beginning to develop a grunted giggle (video below), and it's only a matter of time before she breaks into a deep belly laugh.

And the video of Henry is him at three months old. He has always had a goofy belly laugh; I could listen to it all day long.





And I realize that Henry's video is two whole minutes long while I cut off Harper's video at 45 seconds. But I was an obsessed first-time mom and assumed that everyone would want to sit around and watch my son laugh and laugh and laugh.

Sweet, precious Harper, the lack of video and baby book entries are no indication of my love for you. I love you bigger everyday, and I have learned to spend more time in the moment with you and your brother rather than worrying about recording and video taping every waking minute of your lives.

And to both of my babies: please, please, please keep laughing.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

My clown baby.

As fall settles, the cold weather is visiting more often.

And in order to keep my baby girl cozy on our daily walks, I bundle her in anything that I can find.

Sometimes the result is a clown baby.



And I absolutely love clown babies, don't you?

Monday, October 26, 2009

Woot. Woot. Wooster.

Recently we made the hike up to Wooster, Ohio to visit my Dad at work. He works at Ohio State's Agricultural Technical Institute, and during our visit we took Henry to see the animals.




He loved snuggling up to the calves, and he even spent 10 seconds on top of a mule. Unfortunately there was a lot of commotion while he sat atop the mule, so I didn't get a very good picture.

Though we left the farm covered in mud and manure, it was great to see the joy on Henry's face as he experienced farm life firsthand.

Gotta love Woot-Woot-Wooster.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Looking up.


At only two months old, she is already looking up to her big brother.

They make my heart smile.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Non-Maternal Instincts

Nonmaternal Instinct

Mommy makeover shows are for the birds.

You know Mike Rowe, the crazy host of Dirty Jobs? Well, I'd like for him to join me for a day.

No, I take that back. Five minutes is all he would need to get some footage.

You see, yesterday, as I was rushing to get my kids out the door, I scooped up Harper and ran upstairs to change her diaper. We quickly bounced back downstairs, and as I made my way over to her car seat, I felt it. And I heard it.

Splat.

She puked. All down my back and all over the floor.

It was typical baby vomit - curdled and stinky.

And here's the best part. I was so far past the point of caring that I grabbed the grungy washcloth from the kitchen sink and haphazardly wiped it up. I didn't even change my shirt. Nor hers. Take that, Mike Rowe!

After my I-don't-care-if-I-smell-like-vom clean-up job, I grabbed my son to put on his shoes, and "Ka-Choo!"

He sneezed all over the front of my shirt, covering me with green snot boogers.

Lovely.

And once again, I grabbed the grungy, baby vomit stained washcloth. I really didn't care.

And this is why mommy makeover shows make me batty. Because they grab these snot-covered, sweatpants-wearing moms from the grocery store and transform them, making them unrecognizable through designer clothes and hair dye. But the reality is that no mother is ever going to look like that on a daily basis. And no mother is going to stop living her vomit-soaked reality because she smacked on some department store grade make-up (seriously, why is make-up sold from behind a counter under lock and key?) No practical mom is going to allow her makeover-show, fancy-expensive outfit to be covered in vomit and snot. Heck no! That's why we wear our grungy sweatpants everyday (that and because we can't fit into anything else, but that's another post).

So Oprah can go on making mommy's look all hot and stuff, but those mommy's are just going to sell those clothes on eBay when they get home. Trust me. If I looked so bad that some t.v. show producer had pity on me and awarded me with a $500 outfit from Nordstrom, I'd swap those overpriced clothes for something that could really make a difference.

A maid.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Angel.




Three things come to mind when I see these pictures:

1) She is an angel.

2) She is so pale. Baby girl needs some sun!

3) My mom has skillz. She made both Harper's hat and sweater. Rock on, Oma. Rock on.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Jacquemin Farms








Last week we took the kids to Jacquemin Farms, a local farm that hosts great activities for families.

It was a gorgeous day (as you can tell by the top picture - we are looking directly into the sun), and Henry enjoyed the adventure, for the most part (he struggled with the prickly hay, as you can see by the bottom picture).

Oh, and the red beads around his neck? I laid those out to wear for the Ohio State game. Henry found them, and now he wears them all day everyday. Which is fine by me. We could all use a little Buckeye pride to carry us through the week.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Gratitude.





As I consider my family, as I digest that these three are my blessings, as I imagine my future as his wife and their mother, I am full of tears and a tightening in my throat that can only equate to unmeasurable love.

Lord, you are too good.

Please guide me. I am so not worthy.

I am so not worthy.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Protection.

To any teenage boy who dares to cross her path in 13 plus years:

Don't mess with her.

DO NOT.

Because if you do, you will have to answer to these three boys.




Sure, they look innocent enough now. But you haven't seen their fathers. Or their fathers' guns.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Non-Maternal Instincts

Nonmaternal Instinct

Desperate.

I was so desperate that I didn't foresee the aftermath.

Of course he was happy, so I accomplished my goal.

Yet the mess and clean-up that followed sent me right back over the edge.

But when two babies are screaming and the dog just puked up a sock, momma will do anything to bring peace.



And let's face it, chocolate is peace.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Six weeks between them.


Looking at this picture, one might think there were six months between them!

The funny thing is that it won't be long before he's the one dwarfing her.

Thank you, Lord, for Harper Lynn and Jenson Reed.




*Henry and Harper updates:

The kids had their 18 month (Henry) and 2 month (Harper) check-ups on Friday.
Henry weighed 24 pounds, 8 ounces, and he measured 33 1/2 inches long. He survived three shots, and according to the doc, he is right on track for his age.
Harper weighed 11 pounds, 6 ounces, and she measured 23 inches long. She also survived three shots, and like her brother, she is right on track for her age.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Buds.




I can hardly wait to find out what future God has planned for these boys. It's going to be an exciting journey.