Thursday, November 29, 2012

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Out of the Mouth of my Babies: Micah

Out of the mouth of my babies. It's the name of my word document where I've kept a journal of some of the funny things our children have said over the past three years. And it might become a blog series.

Whether it does or doesn't, here is what is coming out of the mouth of my littlest babe.




Micah loves to cheese for a camera, he is overly obsessed with baseball, and his dog impression is so adorable. My favorite is hearing him repeat "say" and then barking.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

Introducing our Thanksgiving Tree

This year I wanted to do a Thanksgiving Tree with the girls. So I cut some paper bags in a shape of a tree trunk (with the help of my artistic husband) then we cut out different colors of leaves from construction paper and taped it onto the sliding glass window that leads into our sunroom. Each day I ask the girls what they are thankful for. I have loved hearing what comes to the mind of our children. From Hannah, you can tell this activity happens close to a meal time. And from Elizabeth, you see her imaginative side.

On the trunk I wanted to put some verses about expressing thanks. So far, we've put 1 Chron. 16:8; James 1:17; and Psa. 5:11.






What is Hannah Kate thankful for? For food, milk, library books, toys, lunch, my little pony, bananas, cereal

What is Elizabeth thankful for? For cookies, having fun with friends, a puppy, sugar and potty (indoor plumping), drawing, playing, walking in a forest and picking apples.

What is Jonathan thankful for? For books, early mornings, my girls, coffee, a pile of leaves

What am I thankful for? For a warm house, car, Super Target, my prince, an excellent doctor, for Micah feeling better, my girls' imagination, sunshine. 

And the two extra leaves are from Aunt Brittany, who is thankful for Uncle Joel. And from Uncle Joel, who is thankful for his flower girls.

Here are some more things I've expressed thanks for on Facebook.

November 1- I am thankful for snotty-nose kisses, my girls' wild imagination, and a husband who brings home Chinese food for dinner.

November 2- I am thankful for 18 months with this little sweetheart! 


November 3- I am thankful for these leaves that provided shade for us this summer, for a fearless almost 5-year-old, and for the grandparents that will probably not like this picture.



November 6- I am thankful for the right to vote, for the people who have shed their blood for this freedom, and that God still governs all, no matter who is in Office. 


Monday, November 5, 2012

My Target Tales: A Cart Escapee


We had just turned the girls' favorite corner. The one where the backpacks hang one after another, each decorated with some of their favorite people: Disney Princesses, Dora, Tinkerbell, Elmo. The girls were eerily quiet as we approached the merchandise.  I was deep in thought about what color of pillows would go best in our living room. I barely noticed.

Something else had caught their eye — something more fascinating than Disney Princesses. 

It was Elizabeth's half-whisper, her desperate "Heeeeyyy!", that snapped me out of pillow thought and brought me back. Who in the world would Elizabeth be talking to like that? I looked around as subtly as I could.

Then I saw it: The big two-seater cart was parked in front of us. The seats were empty. But just below, where kids' feet should rest when sitting properly, laid a little boy around Elizabeth's age, frolicking on his back as his mother was shopping her own agenda (maybe pillows, too).

As we rolled near him, Elizabeth, who was securely fastened in the five-point harness of our cart, cupped her little hands around her mouth, and whispered again, "HEYYYY!! TELL US HOW YOU GOT OUT OF THERE??! TELL US!" 

Thankfully the little boy seemed frightened by the urgency in her voice. And he didn't have time to hash out his secrets of escape. Our roll became a jolt (just let me get some distance!) and the girls still have some unanswered questions I'm not in a hurry to fill.



Our other Target Tales:

Friday, November 2, 2012

Michaiah: 18 months

18 months.

18 months of snuggles.
18 months of kisses.
18 months of hugs.
18 months of feeding.
18 months of sleeping.
18 months of breathing.
18 months of smiling.
18 months of loving.
18 months of trusting.
18 months of needing.
18 months of boy-ness.
18 months of laughter.
18 months of sweetness.
18 months of caring.
18 months of beauty.
18 months of joy.

18 months of whispering the wonders of your name, Michaiah: "Who is like Yahweh?" 







Thursday, November 1, 2012

I told Hannah Kate we ate all her Halloween candy

I did it again, y'all. But no worries. Hannah Kate laughs every time she sees the video and they were both heavily rewarded for being such good sports. It's pitiful and funny rolled up in cuteness. And y'all liked how I threw Dad under the bus, right?

I know, I know. It's not my brightest parenting moment.

     

Until next year...(I'm sorry in advance, my sweet Micah!)

Here is Elizabeth's last year.