May 19, 2011
The mini-guitar has made a reappearance the last couple of days, and Samantha has been handling it well enough that I don’t have to fear too much for its safety now. Funny things that go with the guitar: Lucy used to call it a hot-tar, and the pick a pickle. Samantha has the pick right (although Craig now calls it a pickle…) but she says “but-tar”. It’s held Samantha’s attention better than anything else I can think of recently, and today she was strumming and making up songs. One included monsters, and I think she sang, “Monster, monster, don’t come get me!” Another repeated, “Grandpa died, Grandpa died, now in Heaven” over and over. I’m waiting to hear tomorrow’s songs… Read more...
May 14, 2011
So the pictures are a little late. But we made the cakes ourselves. Lucy wanted pink and purple and cake and cupcakes. So the guests could choose what they liked best, of course. : )
Papa Ben and Samantha (and Mary Lou’s famous Jello in the foreground.)
Uncle Sean with the Birthday Girl.
Mimi, B-Bob and Nana helped celebrate.
It takes a lot of concentration to blow out those candles!
Lucy got a little more help than she really wanted blowing out the candles.
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May 13, 2011
I hate this time of year. The termites are swarming, and a few always manage to make it into the house, which is gross in itself, but sends the girls into a panic. We’ll see if we sleep tonight.
May 13, 2011
You tell me. The last one was shortly after an extended screaming session last week. She laid in bed with me and Clare for a bit, then announced that she had to go potty, and when I got up (Clare had already napped and didn’t want to lay down any more) this is where I found her.
May 13, 2011
Homeschooling journal:
We had a good trip to the zoo with Katie, Cylis, and Micah this morning. Lucy told Cylis about the Spanish moss, and we saw the tiger and black bears moving around and the white alligators up close. Most of the time we let the kids play in the water at Monkey Hill, then the thunder started and we had to make a run for the shelter in the swamp exhibit. Lucy panicked at the thunder. We finally walked back in the rain after lunch, and got to the gates just as the sun was coming back out. Read more...
May 12, 2011
Let’s see how far I get with this – we’ve been too busy living to spend time writing about living lately! So here’s what I’ve got saved up…
According to my camera, this is from last June. But I think the date is wrong, and it was actually October. Either way, it’s been a while since I went through the pics on the camera!
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February 21, 2011
Lucy turned the rocking horse on its side since it was sick, and was looking at its tummy. ”It’s a girl,” she announced. ”How can you tell?” asked Grandma. Lucy: “It has eyelashes.”
February 15, 2011
A little late, as she is now two weeks old! I thought I had already posted this.
I just wish I could remember them all…the girls have been on a roll!
Samantha: “Why your bottom is scary?” (“Scary” is how I described my incision. I don’t know why she thinks it’s on my bottom.)
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Grandma: “What we need is a yardstick.” exits toward room where yardsticks live.
Lucy: runs for the back yard to get a stick.
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Samantha (chalkboard eraser in hand): “I don’t want Lucy on there anymore.” (She tried to remove her drawing from the calendar.) Read more...
February 1, 2011
I will post photos as soon as I find my transfer cable, but Clare Anah was born this morning (early due to a 3am bleeding episode). Mom and Clare are doing well and resting. Thank you for your prayers!
Craig
UPDATE: Thanks to Justin’s IPhone for the first photo:
January 26, 2011
In the space of an hour tonight, the girls’ imaginative play included two hilarious and touching games. The first was “Mass”, complete with Goldfish and water intincture for communion, the girls taking turns as priest, and a fantastic version of “Hosanna to Jesus the King” of Lucy’s own creation.
When that was finished, Lucy announced that we were going to do what the man on the computer was doing (Craig was watching the State of the Union): she would stand up and talk, and we would all clap. The speech sounded roughly like this: “Blah, goobdy-glah, ookie jimbas.” It was quite hilarious.
