This is what we saw this weekend as we drove over the intracoastal waterway. I thought it looked like the beginnings of a water spout or tornado. It dissipated by the time we made it to the end of the bridge.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Zoo today...
Sunday, October 24, 2010
I love these girls
...my two sweet niece's.
Alyssa just got new glasses. I think she is the most adorable thing I have ever seen. Makes me want a pair! She's a beautiful girl and a very gifted dancer.
And this little one, is the sweetest of sweets. Miranda is as pretty on the inside as she is on the outside. And, she can sing a mean version of Taylor Swifts "Crazier".
I love you, niecie girls!
Alyssa just got new glasses. I think she is the most adorable thing I have ever seen. Makes me want a pair! She's a beautiful girl and a very gifted dancer.
And this little one, is the sweetest of sweets. Miranda is as pretty on the inside as she is on the outside. And, she can sing a mean version of Taylor Swifts "Crazier".
I love you, niecie girls!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Pumpkins baby
If I remember correctly, Kaylie spent the day with her grandparents and I got bored :)
Friday, October 22, 2010
High Heel Shoe Party
Madeline had a shoe themed birthday party because, well, she loves shoes. If there is a pair left lying around, she is going to try them on.
She had a high heel shoe cake.
High heel shoe cookies from Cinotti's bakery.
I think she likes ice cream as much as she likes shoes.
She ended the afternoon by kicking off her shoes and playing in her sandbox.
She had a high heel shoe cake.
High heel shoe cookies from Cinotti's bakery.
I think she likes ice cream as much as she likes shoes.
She ended the afternoon by kicking off her shoes and playing in her sandbox.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Happy Birthday Madeline
Two years ago today, your daddy and I just barely made it to the hospital for your birth. Things were fast, furious, and painful. Three pushes and you were born at 7:14AM on October 20, 2008. You were born weighing 9 pounds 5 ounces and 20 inches long. The world seemed to stop for a few seconds after your birth. You were so beautiful and looked so small. As the nurse laid you on my chest, our eyes locked. You knew I was your mommy. I had prayed for you and that moment, the moment I met you, was glorious. It’s impossible to put into words.
As I sit here now, I think how fast these two years have gone by, how I wish I could somehow slow down time. In some strange way I’m sad and excited all at the same time. Sad that you are no longer a “baby”, sad that I blinked and two years have gone by. But, I’m also excited, excited about what your future holds, excited for you to take dance classes, excited for you to have conversations with me and share secrets your sister. I’m excited that one day you will be able to read my words to you. I hope that you will have a glimpse of what your beginning was. How filled with love I am for you, your sister, and your daddy; a deep complicated affection that makes me swell with emotion and tears as I write this, at 12:53 in the afternoon, as you’re napping in your pink and brown nursery.
You are the most wonderful and fun little girl. You’re so strong, and so smart. You’re a tough little thing, sometimes dramatic, and so so funny. Without your knowledge, I sit and watch you as you play. You amaze me. You’re so sweet and soft with your babies. You kiss on them and take care of them with such tenderness, a tenderness that sustains me. You make me laugh. You’re so dramatic and your expressions are hysterical. You have a feisty side and can definitely stand your ground. You let us all know when you’ve been wronged or are frustrated. You love your sister. She is the first person you look for when you wake in the morning. You run to her and hug her when we pick her up from school. You imitate everything she does. You’re a daddy’s girl, which is new to me because Kayie is a mama’s girl, but I love it. I love how you get excited and run to him when he comes home. I love that you ask him, and not me, to change your dirty diaper. I love that he will teach you what kind of a man to marry, a man just like him.
For the past week you have let me rock you to sleep, something you normally won’t let me do. I would like to think that somehow you know. Know that I need to stare at you as you sleep in my arms and try my best to memorize every little facet of your face, and hands, and feet. I need to soak in these last days of having a beautiful, sweet one year old baby. I hope, my sweet little girl, that you can somehow understand how profound, fierce, and altruistic my love for you is. Always remember that no matter how much you grow, you will always be my baby.
As I sit here now, I think how fast these two years have gone by, how I wish I could somehow slow down time. In some strange way I’m sad and excited all at the same time. Sad that you are no longer a “baby”, sad that I blinked and two years have gone by. But, I’m also excited, excited about what your future holds, excited for you to take dance classes, excited for you to have conversations with me and share secrets your sister. I’m excited that one day you will be able to read my words to you. I hope that you will have a glimpse of what your beginning was. How filled with love I am for you, your sister, and your daddy; a deep complicated affection that makes me swell with emotion and tears as I write this, at 12:53 in the afternoon, as you’re napping in your pink and brown nursery.
You are the most wonderful and fun little girl. You’re so strong, and so smart. You’re a tough little thing, sometimes dramatic, and so so funny. Without your knowledge, I sit and watch you as you play. You amaze me. You’re so sweet and soft with your babies. You kiss on them and take care of them with such tenderness, a tenderness that sustains me. You make me laugh. You’re so dramatic and your expressions are hysterical. You have a feisty side and can definitely stand your ground. You let us all know when you’ve been wronged or are frustrated. You love your sister. She is the first person you look for when you wake in the morning. You run to her and hug her when we pick her up from school. You imitate everything she does. You’re a daddy’s girl, which is new to me because Kayie is a mama’s girl, but I love it. I love how you get excited and run to him when he comes home. I love that you ask him, and not me, to change your dirty diaper. I love that he will teach you what kind of a man to marry, a man just like him.
For the past week you have let me rock you to sleep, something you normally won’t let me do. I would like to think that somehow you know. Know that I need to stare at you as you sleep in my arms and try my best to memorize every little facet of your face, and hands, and feet. I need to soak in these last days of having a beautiful, sweet one year old baby. I hope, my sweet little girl, that you can somehow understand how profound, fierce, and altruistic my love for you is. Always remember that no matter how much you grow, you will always be my baby.
Happy 2nd birthday sweet Madeline Grace!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Missing You
Today would be your 56th birthday. I was looking through a small box of old photo's and came across this picture of you, holding me. It was taken over 30 years ago. You look so lovely.
I told Kaylie, this morning, that today is your birthday. She said, "Awww, we should sing Happy Birthday, so we did. As we sang, I wondered if you were watching from Heaven.
I'm missing you today...
and everyday...
Happy Birthday Mama
I told Kaylie, this morning, that today is your birthday. She said, "Awww, we should sing Happy Birthday, so we did. As we sang, I wondered if you were watching from Heaven.
I'm missing you today...
and everyday...
Happy Birthday Mama
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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