WELCOME TO MY "OTHER" BLOG!
This blog is a series of anecdotes from our life after losing our first child, a stillborn daughter, then going on to birth the two other lights of our lives!
Bear is 6: serious, organized, my cruise director and my time keeper.
The Comedian is 4: She is pure comedy always doing something unintentionaly funny that I attempt to put into words.
Enjoy our stories, conversations, and delights as we embrace the lives of our second and third daughters without ever negating our first.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Here is one outfit Bear tested for the event. The whole effect is just so pretty, I thought I'd share.
MANY more pics after the main event! I mean - you don't want to miss pics of birthday pudding, do you?
Monday, January 26, 2009
She approached her birthday with her typical , lay-se-fair attitude.
"Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to you..." - I woke her with song this morning. "Oh, it's today? I'm hungry" was her birthday response.
"How old are you today?" Her Nana and Papa asked over the phone. "I don't know" she said. She's said this for days as people inquire. She's convincing everytime. It seems the number doesn't matter to her.
She "Oooooooo'ed" and "Aaaaaaahhh'ed" at every piece of her present, even the wrapping paper. And the look on her face was a perfect mix of joy and appreciation.
The combined party is Saturday. She struggled to create a guest list. "Do you have any close friends at pre-school?" I asked, a few times in different ways. "Naw" she replied with a huge grin, "I'm just friends with everybody". It's true. It's delightful to watch her grow.
I marvel at this gorgeous soul we created who takes the world for what it is and nothing more.
I gawk at her ability to shrug off her birthday like a old man who mutters, "Eh - it's just another day, isnt it?
It is adorable and endearing. It shows her strength of heart. Seriously - she's mine?
Making PINK icing!
Um - testing the pink icing. Who wouldn't?
Taking care of her hunger issue while not being concerned with the gifts right in front of her!
The look of joy and gratitude. The one that melts my heart!
Even at recycled gifts from her sister!
Here's to you baby. May you never change!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
signified an empty linen closet. And dressers bursted with
was filled to the brim and the drawers...closed! Mama's
was shiny again, sporting a clean surface and nearly closed drawers. (ignore the rouge blanket - but take note of the donation bag!) And Bear's
still looks like this!
One Mama can only do so much in one day, right? Now go check out what everyone else is Showing and Telling today.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
They grew and that runt, wasn't really runtish at all. He thrived here! In fact, four years later we had to say goodbye to his sister, after she was hit by a car, but hobbled home. "Wow!" the vet exclaimed, "Her entire hip is diplaced and broken in countless places. She should be in unbearable pain, but she's ...not. It's a miracle." And so, we left that day with an empty cat carrier and sad hearts. (Status +1 cat)
So - last spring a co-worker said how her MIL's dog was going to be "put down" becuause they were just getting too old to care for her. I can't explain my heart-pounding reaction to that news. I was aghast. I asked for a picture. I showed it to my husband. We went to visit the house and meet the dog. We brought Ginger home. (+ 1 cat - + 1 very-old dog)
Summer's here, I'm back waitressing. I come home one night and DH says to me, "Hey! Did you let the cat in?" "Um, yeah - why?" - "Oh, " he said rather matter-of-factly, "He's not getting along with the kitten so well."
Short version? He rescued a starving kitten someone dropped off in the barn thinking she would be allright. Sally joined our family. (Status +2 cats - who DON'T get along - + 1 very old-inconntinent dog)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Woah! That CAN'T be comfortable!
I do so love this Comedian of mine!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
THIS IS THE CHAIR - SITTING BARE. THAT FORMERLY HELD...
THE MESS UPON THE FLOOR
LEFT BY THE COMEDIAN
THIS IS THE MESS - "STACKED" FOR ME - COMPLETE WITH A PROUD SMILE
NOT ON THE CHAIR - WHICH STILL SITS BARE - BUT ON THE FLOOR...
AARGH - I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE THIS MUCH MORE!*
THE TALE OF BEAR
THIS IS THE GRAPH SHE HAD ME MAKE TO KEEP GOOD TRACK OF ALL THE PLATES...AND BOWLS AND SPOONS AND NAPKINS** TOO
WITHOUT IT SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
SHE MADE PLACE-SETTINGS FOR US ALL - COMPLETE WITH DECORATIONS
WHEN SHE WAS DONE, THERE WAS NO DOUBT - THE TABLE WAS SET LIKE A PRO!
READ YOUR NAME - AND SIT RIGHT THERE -FOR BEAR ORGANIZED IT JUST SO!***
*I'm sticking with - stand-up comedian as her future career! I mean, did you see that grin?
**Yes, those are the same napkins that Santa brought!
***A future wedding planner, perhaps?
**** I apologize for the recycled post for S&T. Time was of the essence after playing, feeding, and lulling five kids to sleep today. To those of you who do it everyday - I'm wildly impressed.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
When I was 4 years old my parents got a phone call to "get to the hospital" because I "had an accident sledding." I was on a flying saucer. (remember those?) I was going-down-the-big-hill-at-warp-speed-AND-spinning! Seriously, who that that would be a good combination?
I hit a tree. I bit nearly all the way through my tongue. (Medical note for the curious: they don't put stiches in your tongue - it just heals but remains disconnected.)
When I was 11 years old I was stupid enough to try sledding again. This time I was riding in a 2-person sled with handles. Safe, right? Um - no. The snow that day look innocuous enough, but a light layer of ice/snow had formed on the suface. I was in the back. When we hit mock 12, my passenger bailed. I froze with fear, gripping the handles alot tighter. The sled did a 180, effectively leaving ME going going-down-a-big-hill-at-warp-speed-backwards-and-screaming.
I hit a tree. I blacked out. The last thing I remember hearing was my friend climbing back up the hill screaming, "Cara's dead! Cara's dead!". Good times.
Do you see a pattern? SLEDDING + CARA = HIT TREE.
So, you can see why I have a minor trepidation about sledding. My kids - L.O.V.E. it. So does my husband. He ups the anti by creating jumps and bends in the track. I, try and control the inordinate amount of fear for my children's lives and the bark of a tree or two -- and take the pictures.
Bear is in the middle (the safest spot I reasoned) between her cousins. They sled together all afternoon.
And attempted to climb up by herself too. She had an assist about half way there.
She thought it would be worth trying to go down on her stomach. (um- did you SEE that hill?) I couldn't watch, but I did capture the smug look on her face afterwards!
"Did you have fun sledding girls?" I asked in an animated voice. They stared up at me with red cheeks and big smiles. "Yup!" They answered in unison.
"Mom" Bear said, "I was going to ask you to go down with me, one time."
"Oh" I replied conversationally, "What did you think I was going to say?" "AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH" she answered, shrugged her shoulders and went in the house.