Saturday, September 24, 2011

Birthday Belated

This past Wednesday was the Mister's bday. But, because of some stuff that came up we had to postpone our original set of plans. But sometimes life calls and although all we really want to do is sit around a bonfire roasting marshmallows responsibility gets the better of us.
He was away on his actual birthday so we had decided to celebrate this weekend instead. With our first set of plans no longer an option C and I frantically whipped up a birthday celebration. We decorated the bedroom door with streamers for him to wake up to, we made him breakfast (it was awful - blek!), and the best part? He had a present to open every hour on the minute representing how old he was turning. And for all you curious folk, here's a hint. He's under 60.
It turned out to be such a great day. I'm not sure our original plans could have topped this.
We love you Mr. H. You are the best husband and father that we live with in the world. :)

Friday, September 23, 2011

Charlotte's Web: A little poem

Here we are chillin at home
When I get a small itch to roam

How to get from point A to point B
What are my options? Let me see..

I could scoot, or I could roll
But I may never reach my goal

I can't walk - I'll fall
So instead I'll crawl!

Yup - that's right. Sister is mobile. Bring on the light sockets and dog hair tumbleweeds. My parents are in for a rude awakening.

And check out my sweet new hair style - that's right: I've got enough hair for a spikey thing on top of my head. Mom calls it a pony tail, but last time I checked ponies don't have tails sprouting out of their head...pony butt.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

A Saturday Moment

This is what we spend all week working toward.
Here's to sleeping in and wearing pyjamas all day.
(And to the fancy new lens I bought from and old high school friend. Thanks Joe!)

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Nine Eleven

Weird isn't how much these two words mean?

I remember growing up thinking that it was weird when my parents and the generations before me spoke of knowing exactly where they were when they heard about Kennedy. I remember thinking how strange that must have been that one event out of an entire lifetime of memories would stand out that much.
But then it happened. 10 years ago today I was just about to sit down to a lecture in my World Finance class. I was about 10 rows back in the main lecture hall of Wescoe. My friend Todd turned to me as soon as I walked in "Have you heard?" he asked. I hadn't.
For days/weeks/months I remember the footage of those towers collapsing being the only thing on television. Later I remember standing next to Troy in front of the television at work, holding a tray full of drinks and food listening to our President declare war. It was all very surreal. It still is.

Ten years later as I look at this beautiful little girl playing in front of me I send out a silent prayer on her behalf. I hope that she will never have an event worth remembering like this.
Why does life have to be so complicated? Why do we fight over religion and race? I realize these are questions that are much too deep for this little 'ole blog, but I guess that's the kind of mood I'm in today.
Can't we all just be happy to have pulled ourselves up on the toy bin?

Friday, September 9, 2011

Eight Months

Eight months.

This is how we celebrate:

Wake up. Eat. Nap. Wake up. Eat. Play. Nap.....

By "we" I mean Charlotte and I. I wasn't feeling great over the weekend so C and I did a lot of nothing while Troy took the time to rearrange the kitchen cabinets. I know, we can barely contain ourselves. We're THAT exciting.

But, being gone the last few weekends meant a house that was neglected for far too long. And two dogs that were craving some "parent" time.

We took this weekend to relax, go on long walks, cook dinner at home and rest. We made a point of going to the park to take these pictures as I fear our days of summer are coming to an end. Only blizzards, window scraping and outrageous heating bills to look forward to. (Note to self: put some serious consideration into moving someplace warm)

Happy Eight Months Charlotte Jean!!!!!
You're growing like a weed. But one of those really cute ones that are so pretty that I mistake them for flowers until Oma comes and rips them out of my "flower" garden.


Crawling - When she wants. Otherwise it's army scoots across the floor. Black Ops training anyone? I guarantee she'd take you any day of the week.
Waving - at everything. Hello leaf on the ground.
Eating - sweet potatoes, apples, cereal, banana, peas, avocado, pears, peaches, carrots, watermelon, and cheerios
Feeding the dogs - by way of dropping cheerios on the floor
Still breastfeeding (BIG yay!!)
No teeth (see above = yay!)
Biggest goal: Pulling herself up on everything and mastering the Xhosa language

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Confessions of a First Time Mom: Bedtime

I'm a selfish, selfish person.
Maybe it stems from being an only child? Note to self: Add this to the "pro" column in the second child list.

But I'm not selfish in all respects. Really it's only one: Bedtime.
I hate sharing. Not being the last one to hold Charlotte for the day leaves me with an incomplete feeling. A void.

C and I we have our routine. We have Following Featherbottom and Goodnight Moon. There are kisses on toes (hers, not mine) and small baby breaths. Warm. Intoxicating. A little bitty hand resting on my collar bone and legs tucked tightly under my arm.

This time each evening brings me back to reality. I need it almost more than she does some nights. I need it to unwind. To remind me what is important in this world.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

South Carolina

Oh, how many emotions can one weekend elicit?

Months before C was born one of our closest friends set the date and location for her destination wedding. All of our friends were going and we were so looking forward to this weekend away....with one caveat. As a group we had made a decision to leave the kids at home and make this our first weekend away. In January this was a brilliant idea....2 days before we left I was having serious doubts, along with a giant knot in my stomach which I think was well on its way to an ulcer which would eventually consume me from the inside out. So on and so forth.

But then we arrived in South Carolina where we were greeted by our other family. Our second family. The ones that remember when Deidra and Troy weren't "Deidra and Troy", the few people who we trust so completely that I would never think twice if one of them asked us for something. Long before kids, moves across the country and wedding bands.

I'm so very thankful to have these people in our lives.

For an entire three days we sat by the beach, drank mimosas, got dressed up to go out and played in the ocean....and every night we called home.
We called to check on our babies and our dogs. Because we all get this part. That although it's nice to get away it's always harder to BE away.

We survived the weekend thank you to Oma. She helped bridge the emotional gap with texts, pictures, and skype. Thank you God for technology...and Oma.

Thank you Ellis and Nick for an amazing weekend. Absolutely beautiful wedding. Thank you for allowing us to be a part of it.

Boys photo taken by me...girl's photo by the Mister - I like his better, but don't tell him that.