Goodbye 2010.. and a Happy Birthday to you little Blog

2010, you’ve been good to us. Thank you.

We’ve gone from 1st grade to 2nd- lost 5 teeth… fallen off a horse, and gotten back on.

We’ve had MRSA three times, a GI virus, XRays, EKGs, ultrasounds, eye exams, hearing exams, CT Scans, Strep, and we are healthy.

We are now ballerinas with much more confidence in 2010.

We end this year with more seasonable sunshine and 70 degree temperatures, and much wind to bring 2011 to us.

We have a little hole and a long scar reminding us each and every day what is most important in life.

We have said goodbye to dear old friends, looked to heaven to tell them hello, packed away shoes that we have long outgrown…   We have new found interests, new games, new technology, new teachers, new friends, new hobbies, and new threads….

And new life….

And a quick Happy Birthday to this little blog- that helps a busy mom to remember each and every day of this crazy life, as it rolls by quicker and quicker. Four years ago this week, I created a bloger account and launched this website, primarily for prosperity, with my first post, and with my pretty book now proudly displayed in my bookcases, surely I will not forget all the lessons I am learning along the way of this journey called life.

Welcome 2011- we cannot wait to see what you have in store for us!


Tan Fannies

Our little thick-haired 6 day old, although chunky, now needs to tan her fat rolls under the bilirubin light on the pediatric floor at the hospital. So back to the hospital both Mama and baby went today. Both my girls had jaundice- and yea, it’s no big deal in the scheme of things. But watching your baby get stuck with IV needles (particularly when the sweet nurse cannot ‘find’ their small veins), and spending time in a hospital- with your child as the patient- just feels… unnatural.

We beat ourselves up for thinking there was something we could have done to prevent an illness. Look back to now clearly see the symptoms, we somehow missed earlier.  When the reality is, sometimes babies just get sick.

But we, as Moms, are always having to put things in perspective. Think of how it could be worse- say a silent little prayer for the Mom down the hall whose baby really is sick.  Remind ourselves, if not me, then who? And try once again, to rain that perspective over our minds. Reminding ourselves, that this too, shall pass.

In the meantime, I know a pretty little baby with a dark Tropical tan in this blustery weather. I, for one, am jealous.

Full Bellies and Happy Hearts- Christmas 2010

And unto us a child is born….

Gifts are unwrapped, fire is roaring, temperature dropping, strep throat dissipating, and tiny white lights a flickering… I am trying to squeeze the last bit of Christmas out while I still can.  My eyes tired, body relaxed, but before we pack up “Lou” and turn out the lights, there is still popcorn to make and Christmas movies to watch.

It was a good day.

And she meets chocolate milk. With Marshmallows.

Poor Britty started complaining of a sore throat, followed by a 102.2 fever- which turned into throw up on Christmas Eve morning. Turns out she had strep throat. One walk in clinic and 4 doses of antibiotics later, she is getting up to snuff. I can always tell she is sick just by looking at her eyes.

I will miss walking out to the mailbox every day to find these….

Remembered to monogram the girls stockings this year- Britton asked me how Santa would know whose stocking is whose– well now he will.

Parents awoke before sick children in our home this morning. We got casseroles in the oven, coffee brewing, and video cameras in hand- while we sat in the living room waiting for the pitter patter of our little girls. And we sat. 8:00 am rolls around and they arose!

Not sure why I took a picture of this ornament.. other than it caught me off guard how much younger we look 11 years ago, than today. Not a drastic difference, but definitely can tell the ornament was from a time ago.  Before college degrees, weddings and babies.

Britton is getting pretty darn good at honing her photography skills.

Nana knows how our bookworm girl likes horses. 7 is such a fun age- Britton is so genuinely apprecitative for her gifts. She won’t finish unwrapping before she goes in for the hug. Unlike her little counterpart who quickly puts it in her designated space, and then makes a quick dash back to the tree to find another present with a tag that reads, “Kenley”.

She loves her Uncle Casey.

Christmas Eve with Nana, Gan and Uncle Casey.

Gan surprised Nana with a trip to.. Costa Rica!!

Santa’s Nintendo DSis were a huge hit today. Parents, if you ever want to buy yourself 4+ hours of silence for your children ages 4 and over– highly recommend. ‘Nuf said.


Daddy laughed and said, “I don’t know who is more excited about my new iPad, me or you?”

This pretty much sums up the day, post gifts.  Tomorrow, it’s back to reality with not on restriction of Mama’s calories (which isn’t saying a whole lot based on the last week), but also restrictions with our video times.

The essence of Kenley. Food, Pooch, Chill, Accessories.

Not sure who enjoyed Nana and Gan’s Disney Wii Sing Along game – but judging by today’s performances, I would say this guy.

Singing Alladin’s A Whole New World.

 Singing is some hard stuff… for real.

My mini-me.  Jeanne’s sister knitted the most beautiful creme button down sweaters for each girl. They are amazing! Photos to follow- especially with this winter freeze blowing in.

This year, I noticed Britton got a lot of joy from watching others enjoy their gifts from her.  I took the girls to the store on Black Friday- yes I am crazy- and they picked out jewelry for Nana, Sassy and Aunt Britty. Surprisingly, each piece represented the personalities well. Such flair.

Kenley and her Pops… gratitude.

Great Grandma Kay sent clothes for the American Girl dolls — how thoughtful! After Britton’s birthday experience at the American Girl Doll Store for her birthday in July, she finally gets her doll, Julie. We got to use Aunt Shea’s birthday present as well- thank you!

Pops asked B to read today’s prayer from his book.  Bookworms make good readers.

The amazing crib Pops is making for Allie Boone. He has spent countless hours, and months pouring his energy into this beautiful piece.

Aunt Muffy made a special trip to see her Godchild on Christmas… Aunt Muffy’s are the best.

Introducing Aunt Muffy to our new best friend, the DSI.

My mom painted these photos of her poodles— how freaking cool is that! They capture each girls personality and look.

And Christmas wouldn’t be complete without a snuggle from this bug a boo.


The Birth of Jesus

1-5About that time Caesar Augustus ordered a census to be taken throughout the Empire. This was the first census when Quirinius was governor of Syria. Everyone had to travel to his own ancestral hometown to be accounted for. So Joseph went from the Galilean town of Nazareth up to Bethlehem in Judah, David’s town, for the census. As a descendant of David, he had to go there. He went with Mary, his fiancée, who was pregnant.

6-7While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. She gave birth to a son, her firstborn. She wrapped him in a blanket and laid him in a manger, because there was no room in the hostel.
Luke 2:1-7 (The Message)

Allie Boone 2

She was even prettier today… and I’m not biased because she looks like my babies. Well, maybe a little.

This kids needs a steak with mashed potatoes. She is either sucking, rooting, or eating.  Yep, just like a hair bowl-cut tomboy child I once knew. I see a tight Wendy’s high chair in her future for sure.  Love it.

I think Mel is still in shock that Sara B had a baby.

And a sneeze…

Aunt Coco coming by to show some love before she heads to the State just yonder…

All in a days work… I may get in trouble for this picture, but it’s easier to ask for forgiveness, than for permission. And yes, that would be her epidural pump she is clutching in her left hand. I should create a bumper sticker that reads, Smart Girls Get the Epidural

Yes, that would be Sassy texting. The same Sassy that is always fussing at my to put my phone today. A crackberry, I believe, is what she calls it. Um humm..

Uncle Mike asked me why he didn’t make it on the blog yesterday. Here you go honey…  Documentation that you were there.