I just had to share that I'm feeling much better now. I'm twelve weeks along, and the fog of morning sickness and fatigue has started to lift. I just caught myself flipping through my Julia Child cookbook, daydreaming and drooling. That's a very good sign.
I'm not 100% yet, but the fact that food sounds interesting, and I have the energy to prepare it, is wonderful. I'm starting to feel like myself again.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Happy Birthday Betty Rose
Happy birthday, sweet girl.
You are one of the happiest people I have ever been around. You just giggle and smile all day long. You are getting taller and thinner, and don't look much like a baby at all. But still, three sounds too old.
You are swimming well now, and you like to cook with mama. You love to paint and color with markers. You sing constantly.
Happy birthday, princess.
It's my birthday, too. But we don't have to talk about that.
Oh, and by the way:
I'm pregnant. Baby #3 is due next February.
Happy weekend.
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You are one of the happiest people I have ever been around. You just giggle and smile all day long. You are getting taller and thinner, and don't look much like a baby at all. But still, three sounds too old.
You are swimming well now, and you like to cook with mama. You love to paint and color with markers. You sing constantly.
Happy birthday, princess.
It's my birthday, too. But we don't have to talk about that.
Oh, and by the way:
I'm pregnant. Baby #3 is due next February.
Happy weekend.
...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wedding Pictures
Justin's sister, Amberly, was married here last Saturday. The wedding was small and intimate, held right in our front yard, officiated by their grandfather. We were honored to be a part, and little Betty was recruited as flower girl. Welcome to the family, Uncle Tommy. Here are some pictures:
If for some reason you can't see the slideshow, click here.
If for some reason you can't see the slideshow, click here.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
For Pete's Sake.
Jonas: I think we should do something different. Let's play a game.
Mommy: How about read a book?
Jonas: No.
Mommy: Paint?
Jonas: No.
Mommy: Cut?
Jonas: No.
Mommy: Math?
Jonas: No. We can't do school, or read a book, or anything..... anything..... book-y. Now what game do you want to play, for Pete's sake?
Mommy: How about read a book?
Jonas: No.
Mommy: Paint?
Jonas: No.
Mommy: Cut?
Jonas: No.
Mommy: Math?
Jonas: No. We can't do school, or read a book, or anything..... anything..... book-y. Now what game do you want to play, for Pete's sake?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Snakes Alive, Jonas is Five
Happy birthday, sweet boy. Five years ago, you came along and changed everything. Everything. I am so glad you did. Sweet little firstborn, you are a big boy now. I'm so proud of you.
You love your cowboy jeans, and for some reason neckties. You love to play with your wedgits, and your favorite birthday gift was play-doh, of all things. You wanted Cici's pizza for dinner, to play air hockey with Daddy, so that's what we did.
You are a kind and protective big brother to little Betty. You like to "play bedtime," and you "read" her a book, tell her a story, pray with her, and snuggle her. Just like mama does with you both.
You have lots of questions about God. You try to think of things that God doesn't have, things you love that won't be in heaven, information God doesn't know, or things that are bigger than God. You haven't come up with anything to stump Daddy yet. I hope you keep asking.
You don't like reading or cooking or snuggling with mama quite as much as you used to, and I'm seeing glimmers of a "big boy" who wants to come out. That big boy wants to run around outside with the goats. I'll admit to bittersweet feelings about that.
You had a snake party. You had fun.
Happy birthday, Jonas. I love you.
You love your cowboy jeans, and for some reason neckties. You love to play with your wedgits, and your favorite birthday gift was play-doh, of all things. You wanted Cici's pizza for dinner, to play air hockey with Daddy, so that's what we did.
You are a kind and protective big brother to little Betty. You like to "play bedtime," and you "read" her a book, tell her a story, pray with her, and snuggle her. Just like mama does with you both.
You have lots of questions about God. You try to think of things that God doesn't have, things you love that won't be in heaven, information God doesn't know, or things that are bigger than God. You haven't come up with anything to stump Daddy yet. I hope you keep asking.
You don't like reading or cooking or snuggling with mama quite as much as you used to, and I'm seeing glimmers of a "big boy" who wants to come out. That big boy wants to run around outside with the goats. I'll admit to bittersweet feelings about that.
You had a snake party. You had fun.
Happy birthday, Jonas. I love you.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Happy Belated Easter
Does that title even make sense?
It's not that I forgot. It's just that, you know, life happens. Sometimes the blog takes awhile to catch up.
So I made Betty this sweet little Easter outfit, and then she was sick and we missed church.
Oh, and I found the decapitated head of a bunny in the yard.
On Easter morning.
Sometimes you think a day is going to go a certain way, and then it just doesn't, you know?
Sometimes you applique a toile bunny on a t-shirt, and sew a sweet little tiered skirt.
Sometimes, Mamaw brings over a sweet little Easter bonnet and gloves.
Sometimes kids get fever.
Sometimes your kid gets blue Easter egg dye on her face and looks like Pat Benatar.
And sometimes your dog eats the Easter bunny.
But Jesus is alive, and nothing else matters.
So we celebrated anyway.
Cough, cough.
I'm not sure why the boots. Maybe the bonnet makes her think of a cowgirl?
Personally I would have gone with a ballet flat, but to each his own.
See the eyeshadow? Blue fingers I expected, but the face?
Why did I let her dye her own eggs??? Have I learned nothing?
It's not that I forgot. It's just that, you know, life happens. Sometimes the blog takes awhile to catch up.
So I made Betty this sweet little Easter outfit, and then she was sick and we missed church.
Oh, and I found the decapitated head of a bunny in the yard.
On Easter morning.
Sometimes you think a day is going to go a certain way, and then it just doesn't, you know?
Sometimes you applique a toile bunny on a t-shirt, and sew a sweet little tiered skirt.
Sometimes, Mamaw brings over a sweet little Easter bonnet and gloves.
Sometimes kids get fever.
Sometimes your kid gets blue Easter egg dye on her face and looks like Pat Benatar.
And sometimes your dog eats the Easter bunny.
But Jesus is alive, and nothing else matters.
So we celebrated anyway.
See how gravely ill she is?
Cough, cough.
All this posing and cuteness is hard work, Mom.
I'm not sure why the boots. Maybe the bonnet makes her think of a cowgirl?Personally I would have gone with a ballet flat, but to each his own.
See the eyeshadow? Blue fingers I expected, but the face?Why did I let her dye her own eggs??? Have I learned nothing?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
A post about food
This just came in the mail. Don't you want to eat those fries right now?
Oh, and I made strawberry jam. Yum. And the most flattering picture ever.
Oh, and I made strawberry jam. Yum. And the most flattering picture ever.
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