Thursday, July 31, 2008
He has since earned the nickname Jiminey. As in Jiminey Cricket.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Today I have to paint my front door and shutters. Don't have time to think of anything deep or clever (because all my posts are like that). So, in the spirit of my limited time, you get a moment in the life of our new favorite hobby - berry picking.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
First, Chase was officially inducted into our family. He fell off the couch. Jackson fell off our bed at three months And I dropped Blake on the floor at church at five months. So Chase is officially one of ours.
A few days after the fall incident, we started playing around with Chase a lot more on the floor.
After farting around a bit, he decided to put his knees up under his body and try to simulate crawling. He's four and half months old may I add. If there is anything my boys do, it is having extremely extremely large amounts of activity. They never ever stop moving. And from the looks of it - Chase is no exception. Time to start child proofing.
On other notes from the exterior of my house - we have planned and mapped out our backyard (finally). This meant I had to move our compost bin from the side of our garden to the rear side corner of our house.
See? Check out that lovely half-composted pile of plants. Okay, so it looks like a pile of dirt right now, but just you wait. It will be black gold by the end of the fall.
Being kids and all, they had more fun running through the rows and rows of plants while we Mothers yell from three rows over, "don't step on the plants!" "Where's your brother?" "Don't step on the plants." "How many berries did you get? The only ticket you have home is a bucket half full!""
And when Chase has had enough being in the front pack, I just lovingly lay him down in the soft grass by the raspberries bushes. Hey - what does he think babies do in China while their moms pick rice all day? A mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.
I wanted a messy bob. I think I got it.
If you look closely at this last picture, this is my nose now. Bandages are all off and my nose dr. lazered it to take away the redness. It's still a bit swollen, but if you click on the above pic you can see the scar. Amazing job.
That's it for now. Another week of summer down. Another week closer to school starting.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Until Jeremy came home from work and said I removed the paint from the wood.
Now on to picking out a new color for the front door and shutters and wiping out the infernal mauve that plagues my life.
I'm also working on our back door that leads out to the deck. What you are seeing is the primed door. The door and the doorway were a peeling nasty mess of mauve. Now they are white primer colored. I'm debating on color choices. Black like the front door?
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Jeremy and I are back from the beach - short trip I know - but it was the first of many little getaways that we plan to take just the two of us. Remember my new year's resolutions? We went the Oregon Coast (Lincoln City) and wonderful for us that our fab little "boutique" hotel was literally right on the beach. Now just to clear things up, Oregon and Washington's beaches are a bit different from other beaches in the world in that it was pretty much 55 degrees the entire time we were there. And that is typical summer weather for the OR coast beaches. But you do get to walk on the sand, look for seashells, hear the ocean waves from your hotel room, so it kind of counts as a beach getaway.
While we were away, I had some time to reflect on the current state of my life. With the latest cancer scare and all, I've been thinking a lot about what is going on with . What it boils down to is that I really love my life. I've mentioned this before, but I'll say it again - the older I get, the more comfortable I become in my own skin. I spent too much time in my 20's worrying about appearances and my position in life. Now, I can't even begin to tell you how much I love my little kiddos and how grateful and honored I feel that I get to raise them. They are such interesting little characters and they make life full of surprises - daily. Growing up I wanted to be the power CEO of some corporation. In a way, I got what I wanted. I'm the CEO of my family and the little boys that I get to raise.
I'm also so grateful the husband I have. We got married young - 21 years old - and we were young parents - 23 years old. I will admit that getting married young and having children young is not for everyone; I can see why the average rate of divorce is higher for younger aged marriages. But thankfully, I hit the jackpot and feel pretty darn fortunate that my soul mate for life is the one that shares my closet with me.
The last thing that I'm so grateful for today is where I live. I didn't really want to move to Salem because I really love the Seattle area. But Salem has become a nice little nest of quietness for our family. Kids are kids here. Neighbors are kind and invite you over for BBQs. You see the same people over and over and over again and soon you form a small town kind of bond with them. I shuttled my kids to several different VBSes over past few weeks and the people at the churches and parents volunteering could not have been nicer. I love my piano teacher that comes to my house to teach lessons then offered to nanny for me part time and then sometimes comes to my house on Sundays to pick up the kids for church when I am running late. I love my backyard neighbor who will call me up and says she hears Chase screaming and would I like for her to come get him and bring him to her house so I can have some peace and quiet. Yesterday another neighbor knocked on my door to give me this little magnet about having sons and I marveled at how neat it is that she was thinking of us. I am beginning to love where I live and maybe don't want to leave for a long time.
Gotta run, little ones call.