little lovey

Oh,  you need to see some more pictures of my baby love?
Well, here ya go.

yes, she gets sweeter everday.

about me.

...life has been a little teensy-tiny bit hard as of late. Claire and her family are constantly on my mind. I find myself struggling with the worry, and the not knowing, and the questions that can't be answered. My mind swirls with questions of faith, and healing, and plans that are not ours. I feel the need to enjoy my children more and more often, and the guilt of continuing life normally when it seems nothing is normal at all.


...lately I've been feeling the pull towards things beyond this everyday of mine. Things I need to do. Things besides get on the treadmill more and have my hair done. You see, I'm kind of in charge of these three little people and they are going to do big things, or maybe small things that really matter. And I've got to show them how.


...it's November. National Adoption Month. You remembered, didn't you? I'm not going to say that I will post everyday about adoption because.. I won't. Obviously I have many strong feelings/opinions about adoption and everything that goes with it, but you are not going to get it all on blogger. That being said, November is a month dear to our hearts around here, in which we have much to celebrate, and I think I can come up with a post (or two) having to do with this crazy little thing called adoption in the next 30 days. 

Halloween Fun

We had gorgeous 85 degree weather for our Halloween weekend. There were pumpkins, and trunk-or-treats, and trick-or-treating, and dinner with friends, and caramel apples.

It's fun when the kids are old enough to really get into all the festivities of the holiday, but sad when they pick out their own costumes. Funny, it's just never what I would have picked out. Alas, we have Jesse and Woody, and in the name of cheapness tradition, our little turtle.



Ava wanted to make sure her hair was braided just like Jesse's and for the first time was interested in getting as much candy as possible. Mosey's costume barely made it to Halloween in one piece and he was scared of the "Frankenlion". Tate enjoyed riding on Daddy's shoulders and hanging onto his hair and ears (and may have been the cutest turtle yet--sshhh).

time flying by

It seems that in spite of my best efforts, Tate keeps on growing. This mothering business is all so bittersweet. 

crawling-so cute.

lowering the crib mattress-so sad.

sleeping through the night sometimes-heaven.

teething-awful.

wrestling with Daddy (really? already?)-adorable

growling-funny

fit throwing-eye rolling

the laughing-magical e.v.e.r.y time

 

Insecta--- what!!!!

It is called a Telephone

When we were at Sea World we checked into our hotel and Ava ran around to check out the room and saw the telephone and said, "Daddy I know how to use this.  There is one in my teacher's classroom.  You pick it up and just push the buttons like this."

My Boy

A few things you should know about Moses:

• his favorite color is red


• his favorite food is ramen noodles


• his favorite treat is cookies


• his favorite thing to do outside is hit the ball


• his favorite sister is Ava


• his favorite baby is Tate


• his favorite friend is Ava


• his favorite toy is Woody


• his favorite super hero is Dash
  

Moses has gotten really good lately at building train tracks (bigger and much more elaborate than in this picture). Obviously a good train track must consist of bridges and tunnels and lots of curves. Mommy is NO GOOD at track building.

Mos loves ROBOTS. He likes to build robots, draw robots, and act like a robot. At Sea World he said this submarine was a robot and he wanted to take a picture by it.

This kid would hit the ball all day long if he could just get his mommy to stand out there and throw it to him.

Matt has also reported that Moses can throw a football straighter and further than the five-year-old next door who is actually on a football team. And this was after the first time Mos had thrown one.

That's my boy. I'm a lucky girl, ain't I?