I only have a couple of pictures, but here are some of the Christmas festivities. A couple of weeks ahead of time, Craig made a gingerbread house. It never did get decorated!
Christmas was two days after I got out of the hospital from the original bleeding episode, so no pics of me! But here are the girls, dressed and ready for mass.
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…
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.
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!
In an attempt to make up for the long, long silence, here are some pictures. First, the “man pit” that Craig build over the old (dug out hole in the grass) fire pit. It is now an oven and stove. I picked up the brick off the curb, in my church clothes, no less. Dad would be proud.
The roasted (in brick oven) vegetable quesidillas (cooked on brick stove) were really, really good.
We have done a little planting. We’ve had several dafodills bloom, and the tulips and iris are ready to bust.
Here are the first photos from the Great Christmas Card Photo Round-up. Thanks, Veronica, Tom, and Clark! If you want to send a cool family picture with your home-made card by Lucy (or if you have not received your card and want to remind me to hurry up!) send me an email.
And here’s the card with their lovely description:
“I think it looks like Winnie the poo walking towards the right while holding a stick with a beehive on it, and bees following him.”
Ok, it’s a couple of days late, but that was so that I could get the pictures up. I can’t believe she’s a year old already! I had to go back and re-read her birth story as part of the celebration.
We had broccoli pasta and apples and squash, both of which Samantha could eat and really, really enjoyed.
We had apple pie instead of cake, since she can’t have eggs. (There are eggless cakes we like, but the pie is really good!)
Day one was mostly tracing letter “c” and reading lots of “c” books. And a trip to get ice cream to celebrate. And science with Daddy:
spaghetti bridges
That has nothing to do with “c”, but Craig had to test the experiment he was doing at school the next day.
But day two included…
Dress up
Samantha climbing (that starts with “C”!)
And caterpillar cookies!
It was a delicious day!
Here are a few pictures of the girls and our visit to my parents in Texas.
Grandpa and Samantha.
Blowing bubbles in the backyard.
Uncle John assisting with the water table thingy.
Swimming.
Yes, that is a polar bear in her mouth.
Sunflowers from my parent’s front yard.
She got herself into the wagon, except for a tiny push from me when her second leg got stuck. I fear we have a climber on our hands.
The whole family.
Loyola Kids Book of Heroes: Stories of Catholic Heroes and Saints Throughout History by Amy Welborn
The Desert Fathers: Sayings of the Early Christian Monks (Penguin Classics) by Unknown
The Duty of Delight: The Diaries of Dorothy Day by Robert Ellsberg
The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the by Sam Kean
