You will forever be missed and eternally loved.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I just love that my husband is nearing an old-ish age and yet he looks so young.
What a handsome couple we are!
Yes, I say handsome because it's a better picture of Husband than it is of me.
That's not our house in the background.
We're both wearing a Broncos jacket, believe it or not. And no, the Broncos didn't win on Monday night football this week.
We were headed to the pumpkin patch when my dad captured this picture while he was sitting in his car.
Friday, October 17, 2008
All through highschool I was a sucker for anything that had a picture of the Eiffel tower, anything that said ooh la-la and told everyone of my future life as a Parisian.
Here we are having dinner before hand.
See, I told you...I was INCHES away from her!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Getting married? No problem.
Having a baby? Piece of cake.
Relationships? Easy breezy.
I knew having a baby would bring tough changes.
I know that relationships and friendships take work.
Life is hard.
How's Mother of Three?
2) it's a dose of reality for those honestly interested
3) I hope to relate with other adoptive families who may be struggling with similar things
Properly controlling emotions
Fishing/testing for my reaction to lack of affection
Parenting is fabulously rewarding and amazingly demanding. Can I get an Amen?
Friday, October 3, 2008
My living room coffee table. Hydrangeas, purple candle.
Fall-y vase (with nothing in it). A wicker pumpkin, and two gorgeous candle sticks. This center piece actually kind of sucks. The season is early. I'll find something better for this table.
But take a look at these lovely candle sticks. DON'T look at the disgusting candles that I didn't 'hug' or take care of from last year. Those will quickly be replaced. I bought these candlesticks while shopping with Christa at Nordstrom Rack a few years ago. I pull them out about this time and leave them up all the way through Christmas. I love them.
A shelf in the bathroom that usually holds cute little Ikea containers (one filled with sand the other of seashells) plus a photo of husband and wife.
Replaced mystery flowers with dried fall like cluster of...well...fall like stuff.
The Second After:
Added black cat and spider votive candle holders that I got from PartyLite when I was like 23 years old. Plus, a dish of glass candy corns.
My black, blank stove top.
No longer blank now that it has this cute little orange pumpkiny votive holder.
My long black table with Comfort and Joy sign.
Now with a fall-y, colorful table runner, a Happy Thanksgiving sign and pretty silk flowers. (While proofreading this, I actually should have gotten a close up of this. But now I'm lazy. Maybe you can click on it to get a closer look?)
It's fun to decorate for the different seasons. I suspect as I wander through the stores I'll want to update my decor with fresh new fall stuff. As my long legged ballerina friend said last Monday at Target: "Just make it!" But I'm not crafty. Nor motivated. Nor am I rich, so I won't be making anything OR buying anything. I will, however, be acquiring new hommade crafts as I have more children to make them!
Thanks, Brenna, for this lovely idea.
Anyone else up for exposing the insides of their homes for the world to see the Fall Transformation?
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Remember when I used to blog allllll the time!?
I used to write blogs in my head and MAKE myself wait at least a day to post them.
You know why I haven't been blogging much?
Because I am no longer the sole proprietor of my body.
Others own parts of me now. They're called my children.
Going from 1 child for 6 years to 3 children overnight did a number on my 'alone time'.
And by that I mean: eradicated it.
No, going to the bathroom doesn't count because EVEN THEN I have someones brown eyes staring back at me.
Am I complaining?
Am I slightly claustrophobic now?
I don't have that many pictures of me with my girls because I tend to be the one TAKING the pictures (hint hint, husband).
It’s almost always at least Katie, but more often than not I've usually got at least 2 on me at all times.
While watching the VP debate tonight I had Yolanta in my lap, Amy on one side of me, and Katie on the other side of me. Katie couldn't seem to get any closer than smashed up against me and asked me if she could sit on top of my head.
ON TOP OF MY HEAD.
I said no.
While reading stories to my girls, they will caress my arms or feet or whatever part of my skin then can touch. Sometimes right down the front of my shirt. Yeah. Are you starting to get the idea here?
While getting dressed, I have many little hands and fingers threading my belt through the loops for me. Fastening my bra. Helping me put my foot in my shoe! I’m not kidding.
I can hear Mrs. Hannigan from Annie singing “Little girls, little girls, everywhere I turn I can see them…"
My Haitian babies are probably starved for loving physical contact so I lavish them with it. And Amy is probably feeling a little territorial so she makes sure to lay claim to some part of my body often.
(Side note: Yolanta is more reserved about showing physical affection in public. Sometimes I wonder if it’s an embarrassment thing or a secret message she might be trying to send me. I dunno.)
It's just another one of those adjustment things that I couldn't really and truly prepare for until I was all of a sudden living it. And here I am, all of a sudden, living the realization that my body is no longer my own. At least not during the hours of 8am-9pm.
I'm sure it won't always be like this. In fact, I KNOW it won't always be like this. They'll start to feel more secure in our love and not be so needful of my touch.
At which point I'm sure I will probably bawl.