Monday, March 25, 2013

He's BACK!

My husband is back. Can I say how happy I am?! What a difference to know that my partner is here! I get really lost without him sometimes. Mike has such a great way of balancing my emotion and giving positive feedback and direction. It really helps. When he's gone I get disoriented. What a blessing to have him home safe and sound.

And to all you wives and moms out there who have husbands that are gone regularly (whether navy or business trips, etc.) or you are single and doing this by yourself- I APPLAUD you! I don't know how you do it!

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Migraines & Desperation.

What a week-end it's been. From going the doctor's on Friday morning (Samuel has an ear infection) to getting all four boy haircuts yesterday to coping with a migraine. It has been an intense few days. Peter got a sudden fever at church today. His eyes went glassy and his breath had that infectious smell to it. So I decided to not put him in class.

A friend took me during church to get medicine and some caffeine and Peter fell asleep in her car while the Tylenol kicked in.

I haven't showered in over four days and my left side of my face is numb. Frankly, I'm a mess, and that's putting it mildly. I am overly eager to see my husband tonight. His flight gets him in at 11:30 tonight. Which will put us home well after midnight.

I'm trying to figure out if my migraines are triggered by stress or by hormones (it's that lovely time of the month). It starts with pain that goes through the back of my eye. My face goes numb on one side and my eye muscle starts to twitch and shake. I can't deal with sound or light. I constantly feel like I'm going to throw-up. All I can do is curl in a fetal position, cover my head with an extra pillow and moan.

I'm so thankful my in-laws watched the older 3 boys last night. My migraine started around noon. I was  able to get the boys their haircuts and drop them off to my in-laws and nap for an hour and then pick up Libby and go home.

peter went down to sleep early and I fell asleep at 6:30 p.m. while Libby watched a movie in bed with me.

My head still hurts today but I'm not paralyzed with pain like yesterday.

I've been in a horribly desperate place today. It's a very hard place to be in. Very humbling. And even more challenging as people are unavailable to help. So I'm going to try to nap for an hour and pull myself together to fix dinner and stumble through bed-time routine.

Asking God for His grace and power. I need it. Thankfully God is not withholding.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Life & Death.

I sent my husband away on a trip yesterday. We are rarely parted and for that I'm extremely thankful.  It snowed as we drove through Norfolk.  We had a couple hours before I sent him off and we grabbed coffee and took a few minutes in one of our beloved places.... a bookstore. We were at one of our favorite places...the Book Exchange, where we have credit from exchanging books.

I found a short stack of new mysteries to consume. Mike restrained himself with acquiring only a couple new books. But time was pressing and all too quickly I had to take him to the airport. The snow clung to my hair as I kissed my husband good-bye at the airport. There's always this part of me in those moments that worries and wonders, 'will this be the last time'? I wished him a safe trip and told him to have fun and that I loved him.

After sending him on his way I went to visit a friend. Which is always a comforting thing to do. She reminds me that I'm not alone in my "motherhood" and also is a refreshing bit of sunshine in my day and in my life in general.

And then home. Home to my munchkins. With their syrupy kisses. Pancakes were dinner and I enjoyed  the sweet smell upon arriving home, even if there were some remainders this morning in their hair.

The kids were allowed to watch a movie while we waited with great anticipation for Auntie Kristin and Uncle Ker-Ker (Christopher) to come home and tell us the news... Boy or Girl? We all were awaiting expectantly and it was exciting when they came through the door.

Kristin asked us what we thought she was having and guesses rang out. She lifted up her outer shirt and pulled out a soft pink blankie with an adorable owl on top! Another girl! Yay! I'm going to have another niece. Woo-hoo! Thankfully Kristin is restoring balance to this household.... I only have one girl and four boys and she is now having her second girl. Phew. We need girls. We are sorely outnumbered!

I was in bed that evening, after packing lunches and writing notes to teachers, and creating world peace, okay, maybe just peace in my home, when I had a particular feeling. A tickly feeling in my gut.

My friend Annie, from England, has been very sick and in and out of hospice, and I just had this feeling that she went Home. I felt she was with Jesus. And sure enough as I went to check out her blog that she and her husband wrote my feelings were confirmed. She had gone Home to Jesus. It had been posted the day before. She had passed March 19th at 10:30 p.m. Right before Spring. She went from winter to Eternal Spring forever!
taken from Annie's blog...

The snow swirled out my window in tufts of frosty cold cotton.
My friend Annie was gone from this world.
Tears slipped down my cheeks.

I knew Annie was in the presence of the Lord. She is with our Savior Jesus. She is no longer in pain. She has no more suffering. But my heart aches for those left. For those who will be deprived of her beautiful smile and sweet spirit.

I watched her baptism that was performed a few short days before she passed. It's beautiful to see. She had never had a full immersion baptism and felt pressed by the Lord to have one. It's a lovely ceremony and I'm so thankful to have experienced it through video.

Since Mike was gone Libby was in bed with me. She saw me crying and so I explained that my friend Annie had died and gone to be with Jesus. We talked about it for a while and she watched Annie's baptism with me. She wept openly and I did too. She told me, "Mommy, that's so beautiful. It's so sad and yet it's so happy." (can you believe she's only 8?!) I agreed wholeheartedly.

I felt tired and thought I was going to drift off to bed early. Instead I lay awake in bed for hours. Sad and quiet and holding to Jesus. Praying for comfort for Annie's husband, Ryan and for the family and friends she left behind.

The thing I loved about Annie is that I got to experience her faith through her words, even from such a great distance. Annie helped me love Jesus more. Annie encouraged my faith. I am blessed to have known her and loved her.

I asked her via an e-mail a couple months ago to say hello to my sister for me and to give her hugs and kisses. I know they are probably talking and laughing together. They get to worship God face to face and be in the presence of Our Saviour!!!!

How sweet.

So here it is... my new niece will be coming into the world in August. Kristin's due date is August 20th.  And there went my sweet friend Annie. Passing from this world to the place she was made for... to the place where she is truly free... to Heaven... to Jesus.

This morning when I woke up there was still snow on the ground. It felt like winter. By this afternoon the snow had melted away. The sun had come out. I could see robins in the yard as I washed dishes.

Spring has come. There is still winter. There is still death... But it has not won. It has lost it's sting. Christ has overcome. He is our eternal Spring.

zoo 2010

I recently found these pictures of the kids on my friend's FB page. Thanks Aleya....

from 2010...


Samuel's hero artwork. Reminiscent of The Incredibles... My favorite is that Samuel said that it's him. And that he drew a bellybutton. This was from 5 or so months ago...

Thursday, March 21, 2013


This is taken from before Christmas. Lib's homework. I love seeing Libby's handwriting. I am kind of sad to see how much her spelling has improved. She's getting so good. In case you can't read it or understand it the interpretation is below....

(Dear Snowgirl please make it snow. If you do I'll make a snowboy for you and we can have a snowball fight. We can have cookies and drink ice cocoa. And maybe even go sledding and make snow angels and ice skating. We would have a walk to the park. We can catch snow flakes. From Libby Napier)

Saturday, March 16, 2013

To the Moon.

More of Samuel's Art

Friday, March 15, 2013

Samuel's Art: Charlotte's web

Here is Samuel's Charlotte's Web art from this winter. 

Thursday, March 14, 2013


I woke up my two year old and I could see he wasn't himself. His cheeks were burning and as I picked him up out of his crib I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Fever.

Peter has had a fever all day. Not interested in eating but we've been able to keep fluids in him. Tonight he lay on me on the couch and was a snuggle bunny. He would lift up his head and say "Pi-sa" and I would give him a bite of pizza and he'd lay his head back down.

I hate it when my kids are sick but I must say I love the affection that oozes from their pores when they're unwell. They just want to be held and comforted. And I love it when I'm able to do that. Just hold them on the couch and watch movies.

The kids and I watched Megamind and enjoyed dinner- picnic style, which is a huge deal in my house because you absolutely may not eat on the carpet. They were super careful and did a great job eating on the blanket. Not one crumb on the carpet.

This morning I had lunches all prepared the night before. Tomorrow, bleah, I have nothing ready. Not the notes to teachers. Not the lunches. Not the signed planners. Tomorrow I must wing it.

This morning I got up and made blueberry muffins. Tomorrow it will be cereal or something else they can fix for themselves.

It's terrible. I already dread the coming day... and I'm only 5 short hours away from it starting. I need to pack up everything for our week-end excursion and I need to manage the house as we'll be having VIP having dinner and entertainment here. Trying to keep the house clean and care for sick kids. And pack. Whew. Can you see why I just want to stay in bed and pull the covers over my head.

But I know by the end of the day I will be grateful and the majority of the work will be done. And the kids will play games and we'll watch movies and eat popcorn and laugh and talk about life and make memories.

This busy, crazy, intense, sweet life is so full. some days are hard and challenging but I'm never bored.

well, I best try to get some sleep. The day awaits. There is mercy for each new day. And there will be grace for the day when I wake up and do it... not this moment when I'm anticipating it... but when I actually live it.

Papa's Party

Papa's Birthday was a fun reason for Celebrating on Sunday. I made his favorite cake: pineapple upside down cake. The kids are actually getting to a place where they're "okay" about getting pictures taken... everyone but Peter that is!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The blessing of Pink Eye

This afternoon I had to run some errands. I decide to wait until Libby and Samuel came home and take them with me and Ian. Peter was home napping (supervised) and Michael was off at therapy.

While in line at the post office I look Samuel full in the face... and I notice a bright pink eye. Oh no. Conjunctivitis strikes again! I just had it two weeks ago. I asked Samuel if it was itchy and he told me it was terribly itchy. I tell him to touch no one and pull out sanitizer for his hands.

When we get to the car I tell Libby and Ian that they too will need to sanitize as soon as we get to the parking lot of our next destination (Wal-Mart). I place a call and leave a message for the triage nurse explaining Samuel's eye.

So, finally, we reach our destination. Car is parked and I am passing out pumps of sanitizer. Well, Ian is leaning over Libby and accidentally moves his hand and the sanitizer slides off... right into Libby's eye. So Libby is screaming and hysterical.

I get out of the car. Open her door. Unbuckle her and pull her out. She's quite the drama queen so I am sure you can imagine the scene. It looks like I'm terrorizing my child. I pull out my oversized 64 oz. water bottle and tell her we need to flush her eye. She freaks out more... She doesn't understand what on earth I'm talking about.

I try to get her to tilt her head back and she's fighting me the whole way as I dump water on her eye... and on her face, hair, and coat. She figures it out and finally lets me do it with eye half open I flush her eye. Now, she's crying because she's all wet.

Tears subside. We make a return. Mission accomplished.

We get back to the house in time for the doctor's office to call and tell us I will need to bring Samuel in to the office at 6:30 tonight (in 2 hours).... Oy. We have plans to celebrate Mike's birthday with his family that evening (Chinese & ice-cream cake)...

Samuel and I leave before dinner to get to the appointment on time. On the way to the doctor's office I am listening to Joyce Meyer. Samuel is playing a video game casually listening to Joyce talk about God. Suddenly he asks me, "Mom, what happens if you don't trust God?" I turn off my CD.

I talk with Samuel about the deeper things of life. This has been an ongoing conversation for the past several months. While he continues to play Mario, we talk about Jesus and sin and Heaven and Hell. We talk about our need for a Savior.

He tells me he wants to know that he's going to go to Heaven. So I tell Samuel that he needs to ask Jesus to forgive him for his sins. He pauses his video game and prays simply and forthrightly for Jesus to forgive him of his sins.

The sun is setting and his video game resumes but my heart is filled with fresh excitement. My recently turned seven year old is wanting a relationship with God. Samuel told me He wants to trust and believe God.

He told me that when he goes to Heaven he will see Jesus and Auntie Libby.

We got to the doctor's office and we played tic-tac-toe while we waited to see the dr. He asked, "Can I be the 'x's' because I'm the sick man?" I let him be 'X' and I'm the 'O'. I even let him go first.

After a few games Samuel draws a map of North, South, East & West. We play a game of connect the dots.

Turns out he does have pink eye and the other eye is starting to get infected. We picked up meds at Target and came home. He got to play one round of Go-Fish with his uncle and grandparents and then it was time to hit the hay.

It's amazing how in the midst of life and in every day living miracles happen. I am so thankful that Samuel is sensitive and responding to the Holy Spirit. God is at work in my little boy, pink eyes and all.

Who knew that an unexpected yet ordinary moment would lead

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Whose in charge?

I try to exercise at least 3 days a week. Some weeks it ends up being more. Some weeks less. One of the issues I've had with exercising at home is being interrupted by my kids. This could mean that my two year old wants to drape himself on me while I'm doing downward facing dog or that my kids need intervention while I'm on the treadmill.

Recently, I explained to the boys that I would be exercising in the garage and to please not disturb me. Mike and Libby were out of the house and Peter was napping so it was Samuel and the twins I'm talking to. Here is the following conversation...

Samuel: "But Mommy who is going to take care of us?"
Me: "I am, buddy. I just need to exercise for 30 minutes. You can watch a movie or play a game. I will be done before you know it."
Samuel: "But whose in charge? Am I in charge?"
Me: (clearly not thinking through the implications) "Sure, you can be charge while I'm exercising"
Samuel: (turns to Ian & Michael) "Okay, boys, I'm in charge. Here are the rules..."
                 "Number one. Do not be crazy. You may not act crazy at all."
                 "Number two. Do not yell at your parents. It's not kind"

.....and so the list continued. I snuck out in the garage and enjoyed for the first time (while the kids were home) an uninterrupted exercise session.

At the end of the day as I'm tucking Samuel into bed he tells me, "Mom, it's hard being in charge. I've been in charge all day and my brothers are just wild!"

Whoops. I guess I needed to tell him he was off the clock when I finished exercising.

Peace Like A River...

For those wondering how my March 7th* & March 8th* went I have to say this... I am amazed at how peaceful I felt. I'm not saying I wasn't emotional building up to those days and that I didn't feel emotional on those anniversaries but I was amazed at how much grace God had for me.

I miss my sister... every day. I miss talking to her. Having her talk to me. hearing her laugh and sing. Having her to correct me on what I am doing wrong... don't let anyone fool you that just because she was younger didn't make her bossy (she was definitely bossy) :)

My hope for Heaven has grown. I look forward to the day when all the earthly things will fade away and I will be with Jesus, my Creator and my Redeemer. The One who rescued and continues to rescue me from myself, from my sin. I long to leave this broken world behind and be in the presence of the One who loved me and chose me before there was time.

And I long to be with friends and family who have gone before me. To talk and laugh and hug again.

I was sad this past week. But I was not despairing.

The Lord is gracious and compassionate. Slow to anger. Abounding in love. May He fill you with peace today. Peace that surpasses all understanding. Peace that doesn't make sense according to this world. And may your hearts and minds be guarded by Jesus Christ our Lord.

Thank you for all the texts, e-mail, facebook messages, pictures, hugs, tears, prayers and encouraging support. I was blessed!

*For those who don't know my sister, Libby, was tragically killed in a car accident on March 7, 2004. She was almost 8 months pregnant when she and my unborn nephew, Sam, went home to Jesus. We found out the news on March 8th.*

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Happy Birthday Mike!

Today Mike turns 35. I don't want to be obnoxious and brag about my spouses or entice others to be envious with "my spouse is better than everyone else's" But, I would like to give honor where it's due.

Michael Napier is one of God's greatest gifts to me. He is a means of grace in the midst of some very dark times and places that I have been. I don't know what I would do without his help, support, encouragement, love, prayers, and faithfulness.

As we have walked down this road that God has us on I have found very great strength and comfort that Mike walks with me.

What a blessing to have a husband who loves God more than He loves me. Who is willing to tell me the truth rather than feed into my delusions and lies I grapple with. Who knows that sometimes it's better to just pass me a piece of chocolate than tell me I'm just being emotional.

Mike isn't perfect. He's human. He blunders. He sins. He makes mistakes. But he is also dearly loved by me and by our five children. And more importantly Mike is dearly loved by God.

                   ~ My dear Love. Rest assured. Christ is at work. He is refining and perfecting you and making you more into His likeness. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thanks for not walking away when the going got tough. Thanks for enduring and patiently loving when it would have been easier to ignore or minimize or neglect. I love you more than anyone on earth. I pray I will love you even more with each passing day. Happy Birthday beloved.~

Wednesday, March 06, 2013

Slimy Pits & Other Issues

Yesterday, I stumbled out of bed to help Mike with the kids. I made lunches and crawled into bed muttering apologies that I could not do more. I spent all day in bed with a migraine. Movement. Light. Anything really and I thought I was going to throw up. My head felt pierced through like a bolt was going through my head.

I have been very blessed to have few migraines. And I have such compassion for those who struggle with them regularly. They are debilitating. And when they strike I feel like I just want to die.

I couldn't eat all day until evening. And then I was ravenous and overate and felt sick to my stomach.

I wept on and off through the evening. Watching movies with Mike and pausing them, off and on, to talk about grief.

After he fell asleep I punished myself with eating again. It made me sick and I realized I wanted my body to feel how I felt inside. disgusting. Tortured. In pain. Broken.

I've got issues.

The rational side of myself can look at this and say, "stop it. Don't do this.  You're not helping anything with destructive behavior." But the other side of me doesn't care and can't pull myself out of myself. Help. I've fallen into a hole and I can't crawl out.

I cry out with the Psalmist.

Psalm 40[a]
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
I waited patiently for the Lord;

    he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
    out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
    and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
    a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
    and put their trust in him.
Blessed is the one

    who trusts in the Lord,
who does not look to the proud,
    to those who turn aside to false gods.[b]
Many, Lord my God,
    are the wonders you have done,
    the things you planned for us.
None can compare with you;
    were I to speak and tell of your deeds,
    they would be too many to declare.
Sacrifice and offering you did not desire—

    but my ears you have opened[c]
    burnt offerings and sin offerings[d] you did not require.
Then I said, “Here I am, I have come—
    it is written about me in the scroll.[e]
I desire to do your will, my God;
    your law is within my heart.”
I proclaim your saving acts in the great assembly;

    I do not seal my lips, Lord,
    as you know.
I do not hide your righteousness in my heart;
    I speak of your faithfulness and your saving help.
I do not conceal your love and your faithfulness
    from the great assembly.
Do not withhold your mercy from me, Lord;

    may your love and faithfulness always protect me.
For troubles without number surround me;
    my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see.
They are more than the hairs of my head,
    and my heart fails within me.
Be pleased to save me, Lord;
    come quickly, Lord, to help me.
May all who want to take my life

    be put to shame and confusion;
may all who desire my ruin
    be turned back in disgrace.
May those who say to me, “Aha! Aha!”
    be appalled at their own shame.
But may all who seek you
    rejoice and be glad in you;
may those who long for your saving help always say,
    “The Lord is great!”
But as for me, I am poor and needy;

    may the Lord think of me.
You are my help and my deliverer;
    you are my God, do not delay.

A Teaspoon of Earth and Sea

I recently read a fabulous novel, a book called A Teaspoon of Earth & Sea by Dina Nayeri.

One of the interesting and dominant threads of the book is the main character, Saba's relationship with her identical twin sister, Mahtab. The story is well written, a coming of age story of Saba, a young Iranian girl.

The tale starts with an accident of some sort in which you are left uncertain of whether or not her sister, Mahtab has been killed. Saba was supposed to go to America with her mother. The mystery becomes two fold. Two stories follow. One in which her sister has not died and has fled to America with her mother and Saba is left behind. The other story you think Saba and her Mamman are dead and are wondering if the other story is a coping mechanism, an imagination that is fueled by grief. You wonder if she's attempting to process her sister's death and the mysterious disappearance of their mother through made-up stories.

I found myself pierced to the core by some of the last thoughts she has on her sister.

This quote is Saba talking to her father....

"Why is it so awful to keep hope? Maybe that's just what we both need." She gets up to refill their tea, but her father takes her hand. She stops but doesn't sit back down, just stands over him, letting him take her small hands in both of his like a firefly that might flutter away. He pauses for a long time and she can see he is looking for the right words__ that he is struggling to say them. "That particular hope is good, yes. But there are better ones. Remember what your mother and I use to to tell you girls?" he asks. "That you were destined to be great. That it's in your blood to be powerful and strong and do big things?"
Saba nods. They were going to be twin titans, taking all their English words and piles of books and weaving a new history for the world, or a city, or a family. She hasn't done any of that.
Her father continues, all the while refusing to let go of her hand, as if he thinks she will run away, or that this meaning will soak through his sweaty palms into her veins. "Saba jan, accepting the truth doesn't dishonor your Mama and Mahtab. But it's keeping you from becoming that woman. You're holding your hope so tight, using up all your power to hang on to it, that it's become like a big stone weighing you down. You see? Now you have you have no power left. And even if you try, you can't fly off and do all the things you were destined to do."

When I read that passage I was struck by the similarities I have felt... sometimes I have held so tight to my sister's memory that I am afraid it might be keeping me from being the person I am supposed to be. That I don't have the power or energy to be what I am supposed to be because I am unwilling to let go of my hold.

One of the things that Saba is told is that because she is a twin she and her sister are connected by blood and that they have the same fate... Identical twins= same story/fate.

I know that later in life, long after Mahtab is beyond the reach of my imagination, I will pick up the phone, wanting to discuss the remarkable coincidences in our lives, all those tricks of blood and fate that forced us to live the same life across so much earth and sea.

I will wish that I had been strong enough, secure enough, to live life the way she did, not so pragmatically, no so afraid to take risks. I will lament my choices, having married ________ because I was afraid to run, to follow my twin and our shared dreams away from this new Iran. I will think about my lost sister, put the receiver to my ear, and have a pretend conversation with her instead.
On that day, as I hold the phone to my ear, ignoring the frantic beep-beep-beep of the disconnected line, I will realize too late that I shouldn't have wasted the time I had with Mahtab, my other self. I should have been braver.

 I have often felt that with my sister who is gone. Imagining what life would be like if she was still alive. And I have thought often how much I would give to be able to call and talk to my sister Libby about life and the present. And all I get is that frantic disconnect. There are no phone lines to Heaven.

One of the last pages, is my favorite passage....

 Saba is talking....

Another year passes and Mahtab feels a pain in her heart, an immortal longing -- She doesn't belong here. You know this. I know it too. But I've kept her alive for so many years, and now that she has begun to feel the artificiality of it. It's time I let her go. This is not where Mahtab wishes to be. Not Iran. Not America. 
When we were chidlren, she once asked Maman, "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be immortal ? To die and still live forever?"
"Everyone wonders," said Mamman. I remember her speech almsot word for word. "Some people think that children will make them immortal. Others say it is a lifetime's work, or that it comes from what others remember of them. Some people like the Mansooris, are just tired and want to join their friends. But we know that it's all about making a mark. Not just a lifetime of work, but important work."
Mahtab is tired now, stretched thin from her time in limbo, and she has already lived an extraordinary life. All that's left now is to sleep.
Good-bye, Mahtab jan. Rest in peace and know that you are a better woman than I.
I may never be able to shed the skin of the immigrant, put away the dreams of an old Iran that no longer exists, and start belonging somewhere. But my sister can.
Who knows if one day I will make a true legacy for myself. But I once promised myself this: In exile I will be a different kind of person.... I will no longer be other half of my dead sister. So I have written her story and the jinns have run away from me just as easily as they arrived. I have banished these immigrant fears through my sister's bite-sized television epiphanies so that I could wander the streets as if they were my own. And in the end, I will put Mahtab back in the water, many thousands of scoops of a teaspoon away-- where she belongs.

Sometimes grief is so hard to explain. And I love it when find a story that echoes my heart. This obviously isn't word for word my sentiments yet it strikes that chord deep within and resonates.

Tomorrow (March 7th) marks my sister's birth into Heaven. Some would call it a death anniversary. I call it her Heaven Birthday.

I miss her so. I long to burst out of my skin... to be done with this wandering and to break into my immortality. I'm not done though. I need to be brave and do the good work that God has for me. I hope I will make a mark in this world. My heart feels like it could break from longing. Not despair. But the missing of someone so precious in my life. Until then I keep wrestling. Someday I will see in full. Til then. One step at time. Moving forward. Pressing on.

Elf Application

Samuel's work application for this past winter.

Monday, March 04, 2013

Out of this world.

Michael's art work this past fall as they were doing solar system studies.


Coolest Dinosaur cake ever!

Dino Hats

Not your ordinary nuggets

dino herd

Yes, I froze little dinos to make dino cubes 
Samuel wanted to have a dinosaur themed birthday party this year. I had a lot of fun finding different things that would go along with this theme. I found cool dinosaur "hats" for the kids to wear. We had PB&J brontosaurus sandwiches for the herbivores and dino nuggets for the carnivores.

They each crafted their own bags to take home with dinosaur stickers. We had a archaeological dig and looked for dinosaur bones and Mike read our favorite Dino book (Tyrannosaurus Drip.)

Unfortunately I didn't take pictures of the kids (except for Michael)... I was too focused on the party and helping the kids have fun... Which was a good thing. These are just the bare bones pics I snapped.
Michael, our friendly dinosaur

Grateful for a fun time had by all and the chance to celebrate Samuel's life!