The day started off with a girlfriend dropping off the son of another girlfriend. She took one look at Isabella in my arms and asked if she had a cold. I said, I don't know, does she? Then I turned her around in my arms and saw she had green boogers and a dripping eye.... mother of the year. Well I guess she does, was my reply. Oh sad.
There have been three very distinct patches on Isabella's head and they have continued to become MORE and more hideous by the week. I tried for almost 2 months NOT to cut them off. Well this morning was about all I could handle when I had her hair spiked on the top and the sides, with nothing in the middles.
I called in reinforcements in the form of Doug and he held her while I snipped away the triangular hair. I must say that I am not so sure it looks better, but hey, The difference between and bad and a good hair cut for a little 3 month old is a BIG. FAT. BOW. Good thing I am going to a bow making class this Thursday. Will save my poor little Izerbella from being mistaken as a boy... although she is mostly covered in pink, purple, and more pink and purple.... but hey sometimes people are SLOW. :)
Will post a pic as soon as I get them off my camera. No promises since I am technologically challenged in a VERY bad way. Thank goodness for my husband.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Cabin Time
We spent the weekend up at the cabin in the mountains. It was nice to get away from this awfully horrible melting heat. Ok it isn't that bad yet, but if it is hot right now... the summer is going to be dreadful!
I love to go to the cabin. There is a good feeling when I go there. Sometimes it is more work than it is worth, but it is nice to 'get away.' The girls favorite part is going to the cabin store. Of course that requires Grandma because it certainly isn't as fun if I take them.
Grandma spoils them rotten. Grandpa calls it the $70 dollar store and it really is.... ESPECIALLY when grandma takes the girls. I am not going to lie.... I like the cabin store. Grandma has purchased a few items there for me. In fact, the last time we went I think grandma was pinching her pennies because my sister and I weren't invited :).
Another favorite past time is the 'cabin' church. Savannah likes it because it is "quick." Sometimes we have to skip out early and so she thinks it is quicker than our church. Very funny.
I often find myself wandering around the 'halls' at the cabin longing for baby Daxton. We have a few pictures of him on the walls. One with the family, one with grandpa, and one just all by himself that sits in the kitchen. I stare longingly at it, touching the cold frame, wishing it was his warm rosy cheeks. But it is not. I squeeze Isabella a little tighter and kiss my Savannah and Mikenna's little cheeks.
It was fun. Glad we went. If I had taken pics I would post them, but just imagine 2 of the happiest girls playing in a loot of toys from Grandma. THANKS MOM!!!!
I love to go to the cabin. There is a good feeling when I go there. Sometimes it is more work than it is worth, but it is nice to 'get away.' The girls favorite part is going to the cabin store. Of course that requires Grandma because it certainly isn't as fun if I take them.
Grandma spoils them rotten. Grandpa calls it the $70 dollar store and it really is.... ESPECIALLY when grandma takes the girls. I am not going to lie.... I like the cabin store. Grandma has purchased a few items there for me. In fact, the last time we went I think grandma was pinching her pennies because my sister and I weren't invited :).
Another favorite past time is the 'cabin' church. Savannah likes it because it is "quick." Sometimes we have to skip out early and so she thinks it is quicker than our church. Very funny.
I often find myself wandering around the 'halls' at the cabin longing for baby Daxton. We have a few pictures of him on the walls. One with the family, one with grandpa, and one just all by himself that sits in the kitchen. I stare longingly at it, touching the cold frame, wishing it was his warm rosy cheeks. But it is not. I squeeze Isabella a little tighter and kiss my Savannah and Mikenna's little cheeks.
It was fun. Glad we went. If I had taken pics I would post them, but just imagine 2 of the happiest girls playing in a loot of toys from Grandma. THANKS MOM!!!!
Friday, May 1, 2009
It's not fair
Around and around with a 5 year old who thinks life is NOT FAIR. It isn't fair if she doesn't get to buy something at the grocery store EVERY single time or when she has to go to bed or when I don't fix her something else different for dinner yet again or well you know how it goes.
Well my little sister. It just isn't fair. I am SO WITH YOU. Life isn't fair. Nobody said it would be. Last night I had a little melt down. It may or may not have been building up for awhile. It just seems to easy that I have 3 kids. I still get to do a lot of things I might not be able to do with 4. Go figure. Then I feel guilty for even having the thought.
It should be harder to have a newborn in the house. She should be crying because I am too busy with a toddler running around. The toddler should be crying because I have a new baby in the house and he is now getting neglected. I should have two cribs set up. One for the baby and well one for Daxton. I should be running out of room in my little house with all the toys and tripping over the little ones. When I exercise I should have a little buddy under my feet AND a crying baby.
It should be harder. But it isn't. I am not grateful for that. It's not fair. I am with you Mikenna. It's not fair.
But how are we going to react to that statement? How are we going to make it positive? Otherwise we live our lives in pessimism of life not being fair and we can get so caught up in it, it will consume our lives. There are only few moments I have the thoughts of it not being fair. I say I should have a toddler, but in all reality, I shouldn't.
Daxton's time came and he is doing a greater work than he could have here on this earth. He is a missionary. I believe also that his work continues here. Many have been blessed by his story. Many have reviewed the way they think about their kids and treasure them.... I can only hope. I think that through his hand I have been blessed with many new friends, deepened friendships with old friends, and overcome so many obstacles that could have broken up my family.
I miss him. I love him. No. It isn't fair he is gone, but how am I going to make this 'positive' if you will? I will do my best and keep you posted :).
Well my little sister. It just isn't fair. I am SO WITH YOU. Life isn't fair. Nobody said it would be. Last night I had a little melt down. It may or may not have been building up for awhile. It just seems to easy that I have 3 kids. I still get to do a lot of things I might not be able to do with 4. Go figure. Then I feel guilty for even having the thought.
It should be harder to have a newborn in the house. She should be crying because I am too busy with a toddler running around. The toddler should be crying because I have a new baby in the house and he is now getting neglected. I should have two cribs set up. One for the baby and well one for Daxton. I should be running out of room in my little house with all the toys and tripping over the little ones. When I exercise I should have a little buddy under my feet AND a crying baby.
It should be harder. But it isn't. I am not grateful for that. It's not fair. I am with you Mikenna. It's not fair.
But how are we going to react to that statement? How are we going to make it positive? Otherwise we live our lives in pessimism of life not being fair and we can get so caught up in it, it will consume our lives. There are only few moments I have the thoughts of it not being fair. I say I should have a toddler, but in all reality, I shouldn't.
Daxton's time came and he is doing a greater work than he could have here on this earth. He is a missionary. I believe also that his work continues here. Many have been blessed by his story. Many have reviewed the way they think about their kids and treasure them.... I can only hope. I think that through his hand I have been blessed with many new friends, deepened friendships with old friends, and overcome so many obstacles that could have broken up my family.
I miss him. I love him. No. It isn't fair he is gone, but how am I going to make this 'positive' if you will? I will do my best and keep you posted :).
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