Showing posts from October, 2008

My little gatherer.

Libby is my little gatherer. She loves to collect flowers and berries. Her imagination runs wild and she loves to find and discover new things and share these insights and discoveries with me. Lately it's been berries. Wow. My little four year old is a masterpiece!


From his chubby cheeks down to his sweet little toes... I am totally smitten by my youngest child. I love his smiles and his eyes that peer right into the depths of my soul. He's starting to roll. He loves to kick and he adores his siblings.

Michael MacLeod you are loved!


Mike showed me this video a few months ago. What do you think?

All I Need

Bored on a Monday.

Me & Ian.

Say what?  Bored.  Okay.  I'm bored because I don't want to do the things I "should" be doing like laundry or figuring out what we're eating for dinner... or solving the problems of the world.  Instead I'm trying to console a teething tyrant whose been crying a lot.  So I set my laptop for photobooth setting and I think it took his mind of his teeth.  Here are a few of the many shots we took. Okay, it's time for tylenol.

The details I love.




The little things.


Soap Queen.

No, I'm no talking about the Days of Our Lives or As the world turns... I'm talking about my daughter, Libby.  She's the soap queen around here.  By that I mean she washes her hands over 8 times a day.  We go through so much soap because of her.  So now I've decided to give her her own soap so we can save money.  This foamy soap is from the Target Hot Spot section... yep, a $1.  So now I'm not worried about how much we spend on soap.  It even has a pumpkin smell. If only we could figure out how to use less toilet paper with her...

My Wordle.

My joureny of faith masterpiece.
I saw on my friend Bethany's blog an image about hope, apparently she did something called a wordle.  I was trying to figure out what the heck wordle was so I googled it and creates this.  Which I call my journey of faith.  
I credit this to
Try it.  It's so fun.


"I'm going to Starbucks.  Hm.  There's a muffin." Libby playing make believe going to Starbucks.
"Mom, you HAVE to have an imagination!"  Libby explaining to me how she pretends about things that aren't there.
"I think he's still awake.  Let's try to wake up him." Libby talking about Ian waking up from a nap.
"You're so cute.  You like to go to the hospital.  You miss your doctors.  I want to go the hospital so I can get sick. (turns to me) Mom, I need a pillow." Libby talking about Michael.

knicknack of love.

My dad made me this when I was 3. It says Jesus Loves Me on it.  I've always loved and appreciated that my dad is a craftsman.  I think it's where Christopher (my brother) gets his artistry from... and maybe where I tend to get my creativity. Of course what my dad does now is a little grander than a tiny shadowbox.

My dad builds these amazing garden and lawn structures.  They're super fantastic.  And he has amazing craftmanship.  Mike's been working for my dad and has sent me some pictures of their work... really cool stuff.  
As striking as all their work is and as breathtakingly beautiful as their pergolas and arbors are I love my little box that my dad made me.  Yeah, it would be someone's trash... probably not even worthy of a thrift store but to me it's my treasure.  My grandmother had recently given it back to me.  Apparently I gave it to her when I was younger and she just recently gave it back.  I love it!  It sits on my desk and inspires me.
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Hmmm.  What happens in my life... oh you know the usual funny things.  I was giving Samuel his medicine the other day and I pushed hard on the oral syringe because it was jammed.  He then in turn swallowed too much.  Started choking.  Threw up.  And then slid and fell into his throw-up.  Yes, these things happen.
Sometimes life kind of reminds me of slapstick comedy.  Samuel running so fast he can't stop himself and crashes into a doorway entrance only to bounce off and fall on the ground.  Libby chasing Samuel around the house, the two of them screaming at the top  of their lungs and laughing and giggling.  The twins alternating their crying.  "It's my turn to cry.  You look at me this time.  Okay your turn."  Seriously they amaze me at how they alternate crying. And then there are the times where they decide to cry simultaneously.
I get desperate at times when we're in the car and at those times I will put on a movie for the kids.  Lately I have added a new video…

Simply Me.

I've been feeling more and more like Dostoevsky's character, Raskolnikov, in Crime and Punishment.  No I haven't murdered anyone with an ax but I do have that tired, delirious, feverish, fog-like state of mind.  I've also been busy with many appointments and hormonal since the return of normal feminine functions.  'ah-hah.
So many specialist appointments this month.  I'm worn out just thinking about them.  I feeling like thing after thing after thing is happening.  The hard part is there isn't much I can say NO to.  They're involving my child's well-being so I can just ignore it or brush it aside.
Life is very full but I am enjoying the cooler weather, my fall wreath on the door and a new mini flag stand out front welcoming people.  Libby's 4th birthday is coming up and I'm excited to have her princess party which is still not scheduled.
I am thankful for the little pink delicate wildflower that is blossoming.  My crafting area where I design c…

being girls.