Friday, January 25, 2013

Fast forward 93 years...

That's right, here we are with Emma 93 years into the future...isn't she the most darn cute 100 year old lady you have ever seen?  I sure hope my skin stays as "non-wrinkly" as hers!




Happy 100th day of school!
First graders at Union Elementary were asked to come to school today dressed as 100 year old, so Emma followed suit and dressed the part.  Excited with her granny stockings, slippers and cane, the salute to oldness began.

"Mom, can you put my hair in one of those buns and put powder all over it?"  And so we did.  Can't wait to wash out a mix of hairspray and baby powder tonight!  (And isn't it ironic that to get the part of a 100 year old lady, I had to use baby powder?)  Topping off the sweater, old glasses, and large purse was a hat, from who knows when, that was found in the costume box.  Perhaps a collected item back from the teaching days...we in the art room had lots of weird still-life items.

Off she went.  Walking hunched over and ignoring every word I said because according to her, her hearing aid wasn't working right.  What a hoot.  What a HOOT! 

Monday, January 21, 2013

ingle wells, ingle wells....

Sometimes a parent's day doesn't start until the footed pajama duo are tucked into bed.  For me, once 8:31 rolls around, out comes my list and it's time to get crackin'.
Tonight it was ceiling paint touch ups in the hallway right outside the girl's bedrooms.
10:03 and I start to hear some knocking noises come from Hope's crib rails.  Tip-toe as I work, trying to be very very quiet.

Out of the blue, I am serenaded with a little two year voice from the other side of the door...
ingle wells, ingle wells, ingle all the waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy, 
oh wat fun it sis to ride, one hor-oh-in-sayyyyyyyyyyy!

I love a good 10 o'clock Jingle Bells.
And just in case you were wondering, it's been a "silent night" ever since verse two. :)

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Got OCS? She did...finally.

Only Child Syndrome - A state of being when a child gets to spend all day, everyday, soaking in their parent's undivided attention.  (aka..."look at me, look at me!")
This kind of behavior usually results in a very happy child; spewing with silliness, lots of chatter, good cheer, and down right cuteness.

A certain first child of mine had symptoms of this syndrome for five years.  With her away at Grandma's house this weekend, a certain someone else got to taste the good life for herself.....
What a funny gal you have been this weekend, Hope Kaylynn.  I love your big sister to the moon and back, but how cool was it for you to be the only child for a bit?  I think you enjoyed it as much as your mom and dad did.  You. crack. us. up. 
xoxoxo

Friday, January 18, 2013

Freeze Frame

So many times I have my camera at events just snapping away. You've heard the saying "take 100 pictures to get just one good one." Then days later when all is loaded on the computer, the cleaning process takes place. I scroll through quickly and delete any obvious crazy mishaps. Next step, is to pull the rest up on a slide show to see which ones need some editing. It is during this step, I find what was just an ordinary Parent's Night at Emma's dance, now has become much more.



I roll through these pictures and the biggest gush of calmness overtakes the room.
Such poise.
Such quietness.
Such a beautiful ballerina.
I love to freeze these frames and soak all the poetry in.

But the slide show button is clicked and the preview continues....
Um ya, that would be Hope sticking her fingers in the icing and licking them off after she was told not to the first time she did it.  Freeze Hope, caught ya.

Love those girls to the moon and back.  Anyone know how to freeze time and not just a frame?  -sigh-

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Happy 4th Birthday, our TN Hoosier!

Far, far away, in a land where hey guys is pronounced y'all, lives a sweet, long haired princess.
Four years ago to this date, the princess entered a kingdom cursed of UK fans.
She grew into a pudgy little babe, and by nine months her true burning desire of cream and crimson couldn't be kept secret anymore.
....yadda, yadda, yadda, prince came, fell in love, tragedy strike, prince save the day, Disney movie made, blah, blah, blah.  What's really important is that she lived happily ever after....as a HOOSIER fan!  :)

Happy birthday, Allie Elizabeth!  Pictures below are from a little party with the cousins at Grandma's house over the Christmas holidays.  Grover missed being in the picture, but even with, the girls have trumped Grandma's house!  Who doesn't need a little extra pink and Barbie around anyways...right?! 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Time to throw this prop out the window.

Two girls, both blonds, both blue eyes,
both super photogenic for their crazy-camera-carrying-mom.

However....
...some ideas just look better in my head.  ;)

Thursday, January 10, 2013

She gets it.

Today's post melts my heart.  As I've said a million times, this blog is not just a way for me to share pictures with loved ones, more so, a scrapbook of my most beautiful moments that I never want to lose sight of.  And today's, I never EVER want to lose sight of.

Christmas.  I know there was a post a few days ago that supposedly "wrapped it all up"...but as any parent knows, it seems just as you get the last bag unpacked, the last decorations taken down, or the last thank-you note written, something else surfaces to the top.  Ya know, about...uh...mid-January.  ....and here it is.

It starts back in October (yes, I am terribly ashamed to say October), when the questions start being thrown like darts at a dartboard. "What's on your Christmas list, what's on the kid's list, what size, what color, how many,  when are you coming, how long will you stay, give me more ideas, buy, take back, re-buy, etc, etc, ETC!"
The materialistic-list-approach to the gift giving season usually sends mixed parenting issues at our house.  While the Bible does state, "ask and ye shall receive," Adam and I really don't love that fact that our kids may have misinterpreted that quote by making a list, handing it out, expect the gift, then get the gift.  I mean, whatever happen to the real meaning of gift giving?
Call me crazy, but the idea of actually taking the time to think of a person and picking out a gift that they know came from the thoughtful heart.  A gift that when they see it, they know the giver thought about it and picked it out especially for them, as opposed to an expected box to check off.  [ok, ok, blah blah blah, get off soapbox, on with your story before rattling on about the returning of unsatisfying gifts after Christmas!] ;)

So anyhow, it took a very long four days after the new year to clean, sort, and find places for all the girls new toys, clothes and gadgets.  As I was moving things around, trying to create more space, I stumbled onto a piece of notepaper, wedged between two couch cushions, that sits near Emma's craft supplies.  On it was the handwriting of a very special seven year old.  Our seven year old.

The top was lined with jolly snowmen.  And I only point this out because I know for a fact this was taken into careful consideration by our seven year old as to which piece of paper to use....snowmen it was.  Then written under those snowmen were these powerful words:  Song for You.
(And this would be where my world stood still and my heart began to melt.)

I thought and thought and thooought about you 
and didn't didn't know what to geeet you.  
so I thought and thought again 
and I found a perfect plan 
a Soong for you 
beside the Christmas tree is song for you 
and I made this song because I Loooove you.  
a song for you 
a song for you 
a song for you!
To: Mom & Dad & Hope 
Love, Emma
Breathtaking.  What I felt when reading this is 100% indescribable.
I love that she added extra "oooo" so I could hear the song as I read it.
I love the hearts and the swirls.
It got lost between the cushions and never made it to under the tree.  Part of me wanted so badly to tell our superstar composer I found it, but also knew it might hurt her feelings that she forgot such a meaningful gift.  So for now I hold onto it.  And will never ever let go of it.  Because now I know, she gets it.
Correction, she really gets it.

See what you don't know leading up to this Christmas season, was a couple other beautiful moments.  In the spirit of gift giving, both Adam and I knew how important it was to our seven year old that she be a part of the giving end.  We took her aside at different times, offered to give her a little money and go shopping for the other parent.  She refused both times.  Something big was happening inside this little gal's head.

A few weeks before Christmas, I had been invited to a Premier Jewelry party (the in-home parties where you buy off a host so she can earn free stuff, ya know).  Emma sat down with me and ask me what I liked most out of the catalog.  As we looked, I told her bracelets were my favorite and even though I don't have many, I really enjoy wearing them.

In the meantime, my mom was down for the weekend, she was asking Adam how his back was feeling after a fall he had taken that left him with a broken vertebra.  He proceeded to tell her that it was feeling much better, and only hurt to sit in certain chairs that didn't have enough padding or support in them.

Days pass, Christmas comes.

And this my friends is what Adam and I opened on Christmas morning, coming from two boxes wrapped and labeled from our sweet Emma....
 A bracelet for mom and a pillow for dad.  Both made by Emma.  She found the beads in her craft supplies and found the material from the sewing room.  Both with our favorite colors and patterns.  She listened.  She thought.  She picked out the perfect gifts.  Being hand-made was a bonus and just made them extra special.
 
And if you think we were proud, you should have seen her face.

Oh my sweet sweet Emma!  Thank you for the personal and heartfelt gifts.  Thanks for making the giving season perfect.  So glad you found such joy in giving.  You are a beautiful person from the inside and out.  Never ever change.  xoxoxo, Mom

ps - and just a quick note...when I turned the song paper over, I found this message.  Of course!!!

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Never too much blue.

There is never too much Colt's blue floating around this house....especially during the playoffs!  I surely hope that Hope wearing this cheer leading outfit brings as much good luck as it did six years ago when big sister wore it. Emma cheered on the Colts as they won the Superbowl in 2007! 


(Yes, the math doesn't seem to add up, but it does!  Emma filled it out at 18 months old and Hope is fitting into it as a 2 1/2 year old!)

Saturday, January 5, 2013

"...yes you may, Hope."

Trying to instill some manners, we are teaching Hope to ask to be excused from the dinner table when finished with her meal.

Emma states, "may I be excused, please?"
Yes you may.

Hope, a bit tongue tied on saying the word excused, instead says, "may I be...love you, please?"
Yes you may....yes, yes...forever and always.

Friday, January 4, 2013

p.s.

For those of you out there that have asked, "do Emma and Hope ever look alike?"
Here's your answer...

It's always fun and games, until....

 ...someone gets an eye poked out.  (or just blackened)
No worries at Hope moving to Alaska anytime soon.  This girl will run crazy when it's the hottest of summer out, but when it comes to the snow and cold she's my indoor gal.  Not even wanting to walk on the snow, we finally convinced her to give sledding a try.  First run with her sister was all she needed to laugh up a storm and say "I do it" as she loaded back on the sled as a solo driver.  Down the hill...laughing...smiling.....having a ball.  Crash.  An abandoned sled had intersected her halt and flipped up, nailing her right under the eye.  Two seconds and a nice purple goose egg came shining through, along with tears and "I go inside."
Done.
No more sledding for this lady.  Give her a call when spring rolls around.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Eskimo Emma

She waits and waits for that first snowflake to fall from the sky and as fast as all the silver haired folk race to FL, this girl races to get her snow boots on. 
She was made for the cold. 
She was made for the snow. 
The past week has been the perfect Christmas present of all.....topped with a cup of cocoa of course.
Someone build this girl an igloo to love in!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Wrapping it up.

What a whirlwind of Christmas celebrations!  Lots of family and lots of snow!  I'll let the pictures do the talking and promise to not post all 157.  Now, hmmmmmm....which ones shall I pick.....
 

Thanks Santa for pulling off another blessed year.  More importantly all thanks to baby Jesus for another rockin' birthday party.

....and that's a wrap. [exit room dusting hands off]