Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Jumping around.

We were leaving a restaurant and while Adam and I got everything in order as we left the table, I see Hope 30 feet ahead of us pushing the door open to the outside...the outside busy sidewalk close to a very busy street.  I do the forget-we-are-in-public-mother-voice and yell "HOPE STOP, never leave without Mom or Dad!"  She replied, "but I have on my sweatshirt."

My dear Emma.  Miss math superstar.  She test crazy above her peers, loves algebra (yes, she's just 9) and can find a medium/mean/mode like speed demon.  Yet a few days ago she sporadically ask me, "Mom, is 7 million dollars a lot of money?"  

Marianna, ohhhhh Marianna...you have graced our family in so many ways.  I am constinently amazed how you take the credit for wrong doings when Hope is around.  You're such a good friend.  And I hear you're moving in with us?  Awesome.  Tell Tomtee and Tuteah we said hello.

POLKA DOT.  A phrase I will yell out loud while driving down the road when I see a school bus...and no one else in the car with me.

Helping Hope dry off after her bath, she yells, "AHHH HANK!"  After just tending a few weeks ago to this old dog's medical issues of a gross messy matter, I quickly turn around to see what was disturbing this time.  uh, nothing.....he was just laying there.  So I direct myself back to Hope and inquire why the freaking out about the dog.  She told me, "he's naked!!!  He should put some clothes on so we don't have to look at him naked!"

And one more random dialog.....
Emma: I love this song. I want to learn to play it on my guitar.
Adam: We can probably find the music on the Internet. You don't have to wait on Jake (her guitar teacher)
Hope: Jake from State Farm?!...

Sometimes these random day-to-day things bounce all over the insides of my itty-bitty brain, so please excuse my jumping around.

And speaking of jumping around, this happened a while back.....
Someone call the chiropractor...and family shrink.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

And the "Fancy Nancy days" continue....

We have Fancy Nancy days. They started when Emma was four and fell in love with the children's books. Since then, we have made them a special, yet rare, occasion in this home as you can see in older postings.  This time is was Hope's first solo run with it.  The excitement was through the roof!!!  With no bars on her choice of fancy attire, she proudly skipped to this beat...


Our fancy journey took us to "bites" - a new dessert bar in town.  It had fancy seats, ya know.  And after reading our books and sulking in our fancy treats, Hope decided to do a little dance.  Then it was off to Target with her chore money weighing down her carefully selected fancy purse for the day. 
She bought Legos.  And couldn't wait to get home to test them out.  Fancy is as fancy does.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Our parades rock.

A gorgeous fall day but, better yet, we were home all day. So we got our play clothes on, dug in some dirt, jumped in some leaves, and had ourselves a parade.
Seriously, we had a parade.  foooo' real, peeps.

Here's the line-up.
...and we're off (no sirens needed, screaming girls applied)




Around the neighborhood we went in our chariot of green.  The fans were so kind to us....not a single one boo-ed. 
These are the days.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Dear future elementary teachers, "Good Luck."


Last night, while trying to eat my supper a certain 4 yr old was coloring beside me. Her marker kept coming within centimeters of my face. Without ever making eye contact, here was the dialog that took place.

Me, "Hope, are you suppose to be sticking marker's in people's faces?"
Hope, "No." [puts marker down and acts like nothing happened]
Me, "Then why do you do it?"
Hope, "I'm just trying to be funny."











Tuesday, September 23, 2014

These are the days.

I love the age four.  Don't get me wrong, I have loved my children from day one and have special memories from every stage in their life....but four....four
This four year old is unpredictable, imaginative, corky, dressing herself, and just when you think she isn't listening - she is.

Most of her drawings, up to this point, have been crazy, ten second, scratches.  Sometimes she will call them something, but most times, she admits it isn't anything.  She has shown absolutely ZERO interest in drawing or coloring.  I mean there hasn't even been a "draw a circle."

Then this happened.....
...out of the blue one night before supper.  We were informed it's our family.  Dad is the tallest, then mom, then the two in the middle are Emma and Hope.  The little gal on the far left, that's Marianna.
Where did this come from?!?!?!!!  The girl that won't even draw a circle, pumps out a drawing with stick figures including hands and appropriate heights!?! 

My dearest Hopers,
You are one spunky kid.  You are unpredictable and keep me on my toes.  I'm not certain as to what goes on in your mind, but one thing is for sure - it. is. loaded.   Loaded with everyday things you are around and consumed by.  You are a sponge.  You don't let people know this until you are ready, on your time.  I can't imagine the plans God has for you in life.  Watch out world!  ;)
Love you to the moon and back, Mom

Monday, September 22, 2014

We have a 9 year old in the house.

Happy Birthday to my sweet sweet Emma Lillie.  Nine years?  wow....NINE.  And I have loved every single minute of being her mom.
(It's actually nine years and eight days now that I finally got around to posting...but hey, today is the anniversary of her actually due date, so I'm right on time I say!)

She chose to celebrate this birthday by having a group of friends over for a slumber party.  Lots of giggles and laughs, er uh...I mean squills and screams!  And a zillion memories made with flashlights outside at midnight, and jumping off couch cushions at 1 in the morning.
  She doesn't look tired at all, huh?  ha!  :)  Fun times turning nine.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA!

Friday, September 19, 2014

Perspective.

Now what?  Out of over 900 pictures taken in one week, I have come to the last moments where our team of 15 were able to enjoy some peaceful bliss that Bolivia showcases.  But now what?  Perched on the above rock I was able to reflect of the past week and one word keeps surfacing....

Perspective.
A mission trip isn't a "do good check box" that I think many associate it with.  Going on a mission trip isn't a ticket into Heaven, isn't a thing to do so others back home can give you a pat on the back for, heck...it's not even about saving the poor.  It's about perspective....where we going to fix our eyes?  Is it a blog full of pictures, a journal with memories, or is it a new perspective to wake up to everyday?  Are we looking up or looking down?  And in the end it's the question asked, "what are you going to do about it?"
 Love like I'm not scared
Give when it's not fair
Live life for another
Take time for a brother
Fight for the weak ones
Speak out for freedom
Find faith in the battle
Stand tall but above it all
Fix my eyes on You