Thursday, March 31, 2011

Just smile and and wave...

There were balloons, there were homemade decorations, there was cake, there was ice cream, there were surprise tickets to the theater, there were lots of sneaky grand kids and there was one tricked Papaw.
However, I don't think he minded being tricked one bit.....


....just smile and and wave....

Monday, March 28, 2011

Beautiful signs...

Driving up hwy 421 and from the back seat Adam and I can hear Hope jabber jabber jabber. Then she pauses, and Emma confirms the translation. They do this constantly. It is as if they are speaking their own language and caring on their own conversation. The best was immediately after a long jabber session from Hope, Emma replies back, "oh yes yes yes, those are beee-autiful signs. You're right, so beautiful those signs are."
....We were passing a cemetery. :)

Love you Emma and your beautiful personality!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Sit still, Hope.

"Sit still, Hope..."

"Hope, look over here and sit still..." "Hope, turn the eight around and sit still..." " Emma, come help your sister sit still..." "HoOOOope...!" Happy eight months, 'Hope.'

Thursday, March 24, 2011


Sometimes I take for granted the amazing power God has. The attention He gives to every single detail of our lives simply blows me away when I stop to think about. There are the obvious things in life; our family, how life brought us together, how everything happens for a reason, etc., etc. But what about all those teeny-tiny details that He so carefully puts in our lives that are so easily overlooked. Seriously, God has a pretty big how does He do it?

Just look at this....
...see those cute little piggies? As if the story of our Hope isn't amazing and miraculous enough to showcase the good work of God, just take a look closely at the #2 toe. Yes, that's right, check out the toe right next to her big toe. It curves. It curves! I can not get over this.

I will spare you pictures of two grown men's hairy toes, but let me tell you, Hope's Daddy AND Papaw have the exact same toe. EXACT. Same #2 toe, same curve, same shape, same everything. With this big big world that God has to take care of, how did he put in such a teeny-tiny detail like this. I am amazed. You may think I am weird for this, but it totally amazes the ba-gee-bers out of me.

And aside from the amazement, who doesn't just want to kiss all over those dang cute things anyhow! :)

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Who's that lady?

Cook, cleaner, teacher, laundry lady, taxi driver, organizer, appointment maker, grocery shopper, coupon clipper, house fixer, quilt maker and always, always the photographer.

When you are always the photographer, it usually means that there isn't much evidence of your existence. But guess what folks...she does exist...and her name is MOM.
That's right, just me. Just me, the mom. And I'm a mom that is stinkin' crazy in love with this bundle of cuteness!

Much kudos and thanks to another great mom and great friend, Jenn "L", for snapping this moment and sharing!!!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Not even Santa could bring this much fun.

Friday the sun was shining and the temperature was decent. The girls and I rushed home from picking Emma up at school and put on our hooded jackets and out we went.....ahhhhh fresh air! However, just as any school day, there isn't much opportunity to do too much together until Hope needs her afternoon nap. We had one very bummed Emma that Hope and I had to go inside, so I told her I would be back out as soon as Hope went to sleep. (Gotta love monitors.) Wouldn't you know it as soon as I get back outside to spend time with Emma, down comes the rain. Hard. Lots and lots of rain.

Prior to the rain coming down, we had backed our Equinox to the very bottom of the driveway. Our plan was to create a racetrack on the upper part of the drive and ride bikes on it. Obviously the rain took care of that idea. So what to do now....what to do....hmmmmm..

"Come on Emma, run fast!" We ran to the bottom of the drive and opened up the back of the Equinox. With the hatch up we sat in the back of the car listening to the rain pound on the vehicle. ...that is if you could her hear it over the ridiculously loud giggles coming from Emma. She thought this was the coolest thing in the world! And I must add, I thought it was pretty fun myself. There we sat in the pouring rain, in the back out of the car. No toys, no entertainment, just ourselves. And of course the passing neighbors that looked at us like we were crazy! We just smiled big and waved as they drove past.....and of course laughed. Laughed, A LOT.

It was fun. Just me, Emma, and the rain. The rain only lasted about 15 minutes. But man oh man, were those the best 15 minutes of my day. I love these moments. There will always be those other moments in life like "first steps" or "first words", but for me the day we sat in the back of the car just to listen to the rain will probably be remembered more.

Oh, and whats better than giggling like crazy while sitting in the car during the rain? Having a spitting contest out the back - of course! Haa haAa HaAAaa ha haaahaaHAa...
What an awesome day.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Just go ahead and try to pinch us!

We're not Irish, but dressing up the girls as if our last name was McPhipps sure is fun! In fact I'm not really sure what March 17th is all about other than pinching people that don't wear green, looking for leprechauns and drinking beer. But whatever it is all about people seem to be happy and silly on this day....and boy do we ever love an excuse to be silly!


Monday, March 14, 2011

The curls.

Blond curls. Everyday I would brush through Emma's hair and just gush over with love for her natural big-loop-around-your-finger curls that hung at the bottom of her hair. They were like springs...and I loved them. Just look at them...
And just like everything else in life, all good things must come to an end, right? Last summer, Emma had been begging me for a long time to get her hair cut. It hung below her waist. Getting the length cut off wasn't what made me sad, it was cutting off those bouncing curls. The curls that made my little girl look like a little girl. There was something about them (other than the adorableness)that made me like them....maybe it was the innocence of my daughter or her chubby checks that matched. Whatever it was I did not want to see them go. But part of being a mom is letting go. And letting go, I did. Ever since that cut, her hair has been as straight as could be. So hard...and this was just her curls! Please don't tell me it gets harder!

Good thing God is such a genius. Here is how smart He is. Look closely....

That's right. God is so smart, that just as I let go of Emma's curls, He gave me another beautiful blond. And with His perfect timing, this week she has blossomed some adorable "melt my heart" curls.

Thank you God. Thank you so much for these curls. Made my day.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Hills. Hurt. Hope. Happiness.

This past Saturday was the Great North Race here in Indy. My sister-in-law Jen and I pledged a month ago we were going to run the 5K. Run, no walking. Sounded good to me...just a mere year ago I was running 11 minute miles without a problem. Well needless to say "taking a year off" (if that is what you call having a baby - ha!) has seemed to make that 11 minute mile not sooo...wellll, lets just say 11 minutes anymore.

Over the past few weeks, it has been very trying to find the time in our crazy schedule, and sometimes sleepless schedule, to even think about running. But somehow, and someway, it slowly began to happen. Amazingly enough I found myself running a couple practice 5K's in our neighborhood. I finished, but not gracefully nor quickly. However, I finished. Game on.

So here it is, March 12th and we are ready to roll. Jen and I are set out to run the 5K while the rest of our families are running in the 1K.
A few pre-run photos...

It was a pretty nice day for March...or should I say for a March day in Indiana. Brisk, but not freezing and sun shining. Our race began at 9:20 and off we went. As I was settling into my pace and trying to persevere I was thinking:
1. Getting passed. A lot. But still passing a few what if they are walking?
2. (as I turned the corner near the end of the first mile) Holy smokes look at that hill ahead, are you kidding me??!!?
3. Wonder how Emma is doing in her 1K....I'm so crazy proud of her.
4. (second mile) So is my knee acting up because my foot hurts, or does my foot hurt because my knee is acting up? ugh.
5. (turning the corner in last mile) Wind?!?! Crap, where did this come from? This is going to slow me down. Or should I be thanking God for using this wind to push me the first 2/3's of the race!

Before the race began, Jen and I agreed we would both be happy to clear 45 minutes, making slow but steady 15 minute miles. When I rounded the corner to the straight away and could see the timer above the finish mark, I was ecstatic. 37:20, 37:21,! I crossed that line at 37 minutes and 34 seconds, averaging 12:04 miles. That felt good. Still a ways away from being where I would like to be on the fitness scale, but what an encouragement. Awesome.

And of course our post-run "we-are-number-one" photo...

As for Emma and her Dad (Hope in stroller)....they did outstanding. I hear that Emma was slowing down a bit and her Dad said he could tell she was getting tired, until he announced to her that they could see the finish line. She looked up at him and said, "Well lets go!" and she then sprinted off passing people.

My nephew, Grover and his Dad also ran the 1K. Speed demon Grover took third place in the friendly noncompetitive race. As for his dad? I guess you can say he came in first for his age division....just keep in mind the dozen of 10 year olds that he watched cross the finish line in front of him.

What a great start and good feeling to be back on track. Back where I left off a year ago. Getting serious about my health then has changed my life forever. Forever.

I am reminded that even though running a race where the hills can hurt, there is still hope. And let me tell you my Hope is happiness. Pure happiness.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The life of a second child.

Lately I have found myself renaming our second child. Her new name is "Just a Minute Hope." Sometimes I switch it up and for short I call her "Hang on Hope."
Poor number two child. After she puts on the hand-me-down clothes from child number one, she then spends most of her day waiting, getting her food shoveled in her faster than she can swallow and then stuffed in a carseat. As a parent I didn't relize that number two child's life seems to revolve around child number one's schedule. Guilty. It can make a mom feel pretty guilty. But what do you do? Somedays I'm just at a loss. How is this child going to feel just as special and important, unique and not just the tag along.
However when I look at her face and see that smile, I say to myself...."I don't think she minds at all."

And to add to today's confession, nine out of ten times I do mistakingly call Hope by the name Hank (ahhh Hank, the beloved first baby in my life...aka the dog.) No wonder they are such great pals already.

Oh wait, they are pals because every snackpuff I lay out for Hope to eat she graciously gives to the dog for a treat. Such a giver that bundle of sweetness she is.
So there you have it, the life of a second child. What a beautiful life, right? Right. And that beauty is currently sitting behind me jabbering for my attention....gotta go, life is calling.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Where have you been???

Oh wait...I think it's more like, where have WE been?! Crazy crazy past two weeks. Crazy. Full schedules, but full of fun. Life is short, right? Right. Just livin' it up.....and taking a few pictures along the way.