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Addie's New 'Do

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I put Addison's hair in tiny buns on the top of her head almost everyday for 4 reasons: 1. It's cute 2. It's easy/she sits really well for me 3. It keeps her bangs, that I've been trying to grow out since I cut them, out of her face 4. It's just about all I know how to do (besides a ponytail which won't keep her bangs back). Ever since she was little and figured out that her hair is kinda funky sometimes she's loved to look in the mirror and check out what her hair looks like after the day is done and we take her buns out. Recently she's been wanting me to do her hair in "bunnies", as she calls them, specifically for the after-look. Which is this: I would like to note that the last picture is of Addison and myself in a face-off. She over heard a conversation Ben and I had where we (jokingly) were thinking of places to hide should I ever leave him at the park. (Don't worry, we both knew we were joking and I did clarify with him what he's

Full Circle

***Warning: Gets a little graphic, not too bad, but, you know, my dad reads this, so I just want to give him a heads up.*** My dear friend Wendy had an interesting conversation with her gyno today, HA! - I bet that got your attention, I've asked her to share it with you. Take it away Wendy... Don't get your hopes up people, it was just a yearly exam :) So, I love my "down there" doctor, she is so awesome, perfect combo of friendly, professional, calming and personable in my opinion. Well, today I was there and we were chatting about me moving onto the same street as my twin and one of my favorite people, ie: Sarah :) And I mentioned, that she (my doc), delivered Sarah's last baby a year ago. This is how it went... Me: "You actually delivered my friend's baby a year ago, not that you remember, I am sure you deliver 800 or so babies a year." Her: "Yeah, I get to do a lot in a year." :) Me: "She had a not so great experience, the anaesthe

Ben's Idea

Ben: Mom, we should name our new baby Rich. Me: Rich? Interesting. What made you think of that name? Ben: Because in that one song it says, "Sarah wanted a son, so she prayed for one, and Rich was her reward." Ben is so awesome. (The song is "Open Up the Bible" on More Sunday Morning Songs with Bob and Larry, Veggie Tales.)

Sweetness

Turn up the volume and listen to what I caught Ben doing right before Addison's nap...

Ben's First Day

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Getting ready to walk out the door... Ben, on his own, took two sunflowers out of my vase to bring to his teacher. :-) I made him take a picture with me. I love their faces! Addison was NOT thrilled that she didn't get to go to class with Ben. She was the only one who cried. But she certainly wasn't crying here! Daddy saved the day with a trip to get snow cones! Ben loved his first day! He loved being able to play outside (they get 55 minutes of outside time!) with bikes and trucks and cars. He LOVED the bunnies, one of whom we'll be bunny-sitting next weekend. Ben was the first to sign up! He made a new friend, "the kid in the green shirt". He painted a picture and used glue to add stuff to it. I saw it and said, "Oh cool! You got to use wood chips on your paper!" and he said, "No that's a boat, Mom." Of course it is!! I love that he's really into creating things lately and I'm looking forward to seeing what comes of that. There we

A "Thank you Jesus" Moment

A few nights ago Ben and Addison were attempting (poorly) to put away all the trucks, cars, Legos and blocks they had used to build their mighty pirate and princess fortress in the living room when I could feel my cool going up a few degrees. It was bedtime and I was tired, shouldn't they be? I'm sure it was only a couple of minutes but it felt like it was taking them for-e-ver to clean up. Thankfully, the Lord calmed me down, showed me how well they were working together, reminded me that this time is fleeting, and led me to get down on my knees with them and say, "You know what guys?" (I think they thought they were in for it.) "I would so much rather have a messy house and you guys as my kids than a clean house and not have the two of you. Lets just read some books we can pick up the rest tomorrow." So thats what we did. Lord, thank you for giving me glimpses of the bigger picture every now and then. And while they're working at getting better at pic

One Thing's for Sure

I could never be a heroin addict. I had a needle stuck in my arm yesterday and it is still sore today. And blue and purple. And it hurts to bend my elbow, like to flat iron my hair, mmhmm that hurts. You'd think this being my fourth pregnancy I'd be use to all the blood draws and needle stuff, but I'm just not. I have learned that I have very small veins and the least amount of damage with the most success is done with baby or butterfly needles. And I tell the technicians this every time. Sometimes they listen to me, but most often I think they take it as a challenge. "Ha HA," they snicker, "I'll show you who does the least amount of damage with the most success... say hello to my little friend - the Rhino Injector/Sucker!" It's not nice, blood drawers, not nice at all. Now I know, if I really sink low, that I will have to stick to pills or pipes because needles are just cruel. Just thought you should know.

Thoughts?

I have this parenting dilemma, albeit a small one, and I just don't know what I should do. Sometimes I wonder if I care too much about the little things and should let stuff go, or if I should stick to what I said no matter what and enforce every single thing. For example: I've really been trying to crack down on the amount of toys laying around the house. In an effort to do this I've tried to be more diligent about having them pick up the toys they're done playing with before they move onto something else. Seems reasonable. But 9 out of 10 times what happens is I'll see they've left the Legos for the blocks so I'll tell them to go back and put the Legos away first, but then they end up playing with the Legos again and not really putting away anything. A lot of times I will say, "guys, you were done playing with those Legos, put them away so you can play with the blocks." And Ben, smarty pants, will say, "Mom I am putting them away. See? I'

A New Kind of CSA

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We received our first box yesterday from our new CSA group, Farm Fresh To You. You may remember we had a stint with a different CSA group not too long ago. That CSA experience reminds me of my high school boyfriends; absolutely head over heals in LOVE for about 3 months (or three weeks in some cases), then just annoying and too much work. But this time it's different, I promise. Here are the reasons why this CSA is better: 1. It has many options to tailor make the box just the way I want it. I'm a fruit girl, so we get a "Mostly Fruit" box that is, well, mostly fruit. And the veggies that are included are "Easy Veggies" meaning no cooking necessary. 2. A week before we receive the box we get a list of what will be in it. If I don't like something on the list I have up until 24 hours before delivery to email them and let them know No onions, more strawberries. Pretty cool, huh? 3. We pay per box... so there's no huge sum due at one time, and there'

Kinda makes me teary-eyed...

I Have To Say Something

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It's Claim Jumper. It ends with an R. Not an S. It's singular, not plural. Claim Jumper, not Claim Jumpers. Claim. Jumper. So, the next time you or someone you love accidentally makes this grammatical mistake... now you know the correct way to say it. And knowledge is power.

Yucky Feeling

A friend of mine's Status Update on Facebook this morning read "I'd like to thank God and the universe for the wonderful weekend I just had." I'd like to know what the universe had to do with his wonderful weekend?

17 Weeks

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Come On Ladies!

I'm in the middle of a sweet little read right now called Work in Progress, An Unfinished Woman's Guide to Grace, by Kristin Armstrong. This is the kind of book I want to buy for all of my girlfriends, every single one of them. Wife or not, mother or not, working or not, this tiny treasure of a book speaks to many different levels and I am soaking it all up and loving it. It's nothing really revolutionary, it's just a pure and simple book that makes me think, "Yes! Why aren't we, as women, collectively acting, thinking, praying, loving, and living more like this?" One section sticks out in my mind, here's a cut and paste version of it... 'I am not sure where or when it begins, though I see it already in the relationships at my daughters' preschool. There is something about women that permits us to vie for a better impression of and for ourselves by belittling someone else. Think about it. Some woman could excel in the workplace and someone else

God Names

This morning Ben asked me what will he call God when he goes to his house. He said, "Will I say, 'Hi God', like that?" I told him he could do that but that God has lots of names he loves to be called. So he and Addison and I sat and looked at a list of all the names of God. Of all the ones I read Ben decided he would call God Captain and Addison decided on Counselor. I thought those were both very fitting names for each of them to choose. I love that God has so many names and when we need the power of God the Captain he's there, and when we need the softness of God the Counselor he's right there too. What a moment that will be, when we stand before the Lord and utter the name that our heart knows him as. What will you call him?