Friday, February 27, 2009

Birthday Antics

Today is Georgia's Birthday. So to jump-start the celebration we let her open a present before breakfast.


She was very excited about it.


Until Normy moved in to help her with the wrapping.


Check out the death-look.


Thankfully, to pacify her, he handed the dolly right back over. When Norm first saw the doll he exclaimed. "A Baby! Cute!" And she echoed him, "Baby!"


Thanks Grammy N., she loves her new baby!


Se also loves her birthday cookies from Grammy T. They're awesome. I've had a half a dozen of these little sugary wonders so far. Mmmm.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Dollar*

Ah, back to work for Smoochy. Normy didn't want him to leave this morning. After coffee and banana bread it was clear to my toddler that Daddy was getting ready to leave. Normy took Smooch by the hand and dragged him into his tipi for a last minute pow-wow and counting session. It was precious.




*The Dollar: as in the song by Jamey Johnson... which I'm listening to now, which made me think to post this.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Meal Time

It would seem that since becoming a parent, I have become obsessed with photographing meal times. A quick brows through my photo files reveals hundreds of pictures of us eating. Maye it's because that's the time we are most together. Maybe it's because of the cute and funny faces the kids make at the table, or the milestones marked as they explore new foods. For example:

Cute Face

First Burrito

Spring Berries for Lunch

Funny Face/ Learning Utensils

First Dipping Experience

Well, it seems lately I have been pulling out the camera more and more at meal times. Maybe, because as Georgia gets more adventurous with foods, there are a new batch of firsts to be documented. Or maybe it's because my entire life seems to revolve around preparing meals, eating, and cleaning up after meals. Anyway, here are a batch of my recent favorite meal time shots.

Georgia has discovered (or maybe I have discovered) that she can successfully gnaw away at a big piece of food without biting off more than she can chew. It keeps her entertained and eating through out meals. As opposed to dumping plates full of little bites on to the floor.

Normy LOVES his cereal!

Peaches!



Jack knows just where to wait.

As cute and fun as most meal time pictures are, every now and again the camera catches a less than flattering moment. You know, a mouth full of food, a bit of drool, or this:

Nice.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

A Guest Post By My Mom

I have to tell you a little bit about myself. I loved playing with dolls as a little girl. I had a baby doll and a toddler doll, so right away I was tuned in to having a family. I have a wonderful mother myself. She is a graduate of Cornell University so she is educated and street smart in the ways of running a home and one’s life. She never taught me to make fudge by myself because the ingredients were too expensive to allow me to use trial and error. But I did learn to can and freeze fruits and vegetables, sew, cook, clean, garden, wash clothes by sorting them into like piles, the importance of our religious faith, to have flowers on the dining room table even in winter, childcare, etc., etc. As is the case with most children, I owe most of my life lessons to my own mother.



So I went off to college with only the goal of marrying my high school boyfriend and starting a family. I had four school years away from that said high school boyfriend only to find out that I did truly want to marry him and start a family! But in the mean time, I had four years to learn to do things for myself and also receive a fine elementary education degree.

Choosing the father of my children was easy for me. Craig had the hottest legs on the eighth grade basketball team. He was blond and handsome. As our high school years progressed, I learned how intelligent and kind he was. He also had five (then six) younger siblings and I watched his excellent parenting skills early on.

I taught the first grade for five years before my dream of becoming a mother came to fruition.


On February 4, 1979, Rebecca Beth was born. Today Rebecca turns 30 years old. She was absolutely perfect. She had a lot of dark hair, which puzzled us, but she also had her father’s beautiful blue eyes. I was now fully content to care for her forever. Rebecca was an easy baby. I breastfeed her whenever she needed it. I held her through her naps because I could. We read to her, sang to her, and talked to her all the time. I changed her diaper often because we used cloth diapers in those olden days. I used a lot of Desitin because she often had a diaper rash! We watched her grow and were amazed at each milestone she reached. Her birth made us a family.

Our life revolved around Rebecca. She loved kittens, she had her first food at six months old, she was standing up in her crib at eight months old, and she was walking before her first birthday.

Rebecca has many wonderful gifts. She has the flare for the dramatic: talent shows at school, school productions/plays and music programs. She has the love for debate and arguing which landed her in the “pick on” chair at the dining room table at dinner time. She has a love for animals. We had dogs, cats, rabbits, hamsters, and a cockatiel. She has genuine love for her sister and brother. School work was easy for Rebecca because she is a gifted reader. Rebecca is able to retell history in such an interesting way that you feel like you were living during that time period. She was born with strong leadership skills and a heart filled with love.

Motherhood also holds some gut retching moments. For Rebecca I have three. At just under two years old, she broke my heart as I left her to do some substitute teaching and she said “I need Mommy now.” In the seventh grade she told me that she no longer needed me to tuck her in to bed at night. And as a senior in high school when she said that she would go away to college, as we wanted her to do, but she would not study. Life lessons for all of us. Rebecca always marched to her own drum. As parents, we wanted to share our wisdom with her in order to make things easier for her life. In the long run, allowing her to make it on her own, made her so strong and independent.

The greatest reward for me is the thirty year old Rebecca. Today, she is the mother. And for those of you who truly know her, you know she is an amazing mother. It is her care of my next generation that gives me contentment once more. Her children are happy and thriving; they eat their vegetables, and love to read. They also wear cloth diapers just as their mother did thirty years ago!

I wish for Rebecca to reach a time in her life when she is able to watch her children as parents and know that all the love and sacrifice and effort was truly worth it.

Happy Birthday, Precious Child.

Sincerely, Mom (Janet)