Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Kaylie

My sweet Kaylie...
*You*
are 5 years, 2 months, and 6 days old.
know how to swim.
can write your name.
can write all of the letters of the alphabet.
want to learn how to ride your bike without training wheels.

*You*
are tall for your age.
have the most beautiful blue eyes.
have the cutest face.
look just like your daddy.
have two dimples.
like to sing and want to be a singer (or a hair stylist) when your grow up.

*You*
love to help others.
can't wait for Monday's so you can go to dance class.
love going to pre-school and to church.
like to tell me stories "with your mouth" (stories that you make up).
have the book "It's not easy being big" memorized and can "read" it to me.

*You*
adore your cousins.
miss your Nana and tell me that from time to time.
are a mama's girl.
are very smart and sometimes surprise me with the things that you say.
are full of energy.

*You*
ask to call your Nani and Grumps almost every night.
would play outside all day if you could.
love your baby sister and are very protective of her.
say your prayers every night.
are full of life.
are a precious gift from God.


*You*
have a knack for imitating people and can imitate Aunt Lisa, Miranda, and Alyssa to a tee.
still suck your thumb.
make me laugh.
love to dance with your Daddy.
are mischievous.
think the Cowboys are playing in every football game we watch.

*You*
always blink when I take your picture.
love to ride the carousel.
make me so proud.
sleep soundly.
are a little mama.
are my sunshine.

*You*
are strong willed.
are afraid of heights.
love to wear dresses that twirl when you spin.
will catch a lizard or a frog, for me, if they get into the house.
brighten my day with your smile and laugh.
have brought more joy to my life than I ever could have imagined.

*You*
are beautiful, thoughtful, kind, and wonderfully made, and *I* am so thankful to be your mama!

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

What a difference a year makes...

My sweet Madeline,

*You*
are 13 months and 4 days.
are 20 pounds.
know and use the sign for milk.
can say Daddy, Mama, Radar, Eye, Alyssa, Hi, Uh-oh, belly, and Da-da (That's what you call your baby. We're not sure why.)

*You*
walk, no, run everywhere.
start to dance when you hear music.
give the sweetest baby hugs.
are a daddy's girl.
love your sisters baby doll and hug it while you sleep.

*You*
have the biggest blue eyes.
make the funniest faces.
run to the door looking for your daddy when I tell you he is home.
are very charming.
have learned that a high pitch scream/squeal will get my attention and quickly.

*You*
pretend like you are shy and snuggle your face in my neck when a stranger talks to you.
love to play with your sister.
swing your right arm in an exaggerated way when you walk.
still give kisses with your mouth wide open.
are an answer to my prayers.

*You*
are the most precious, sweet, beautiful baby and *I* am so thankful to be your mama!


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Friday, November 13, 2009

Do you see it?

What...
about...
now???


The curls!
Look at the baby
curls
in her hair!
Aren't they
precious?

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Halloween Pictures

Kaylie helped me carve a Tinkerbell Pumpkin!



She dressed up like a cowgirl for the fall festival at her pre-school.


Halloween night she dressed as a kitty...

and here is my
little
Pink
Leopard.
This picture was taken
after
we went
trick or treating.
She rubbed her
nose and whiskers off.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Pumpkin Patch

It was very hot and HUMID here today! {sigh}
The high was 85 degrees and it was still 80 degrees at 8PM.
Despite the lack of fall weather, we had so much fun searching for two
perfect pumpkins!

Madeline found herself a teeny tiny
Pumpkin
...and Kaylie picked a small
but, very nice
Pumpkin.


Did you know
...that yellow pumpkins
are tasty!

I think, I took home the two cutest pumpkins in the pumpkin patch {wink-wink}!

Monday, October 19, 2009

Happy Birthday Mom

Little Sis, Me (preggers with Madeline), and Mom


Today is my mom’s 55th birthday;
Unfortunately, she will never be a day over 54 years and 3 months.
I won’t be able to give her a gift or a hug today.
I won't be able to watch her eyes light up as her granddaughters’ wish her a happy birthday.
We won't be celebrating nor having a grand party this weekend.
I won't be able to call her at work and sing an, out of key, version of happy birthday.

Instead, my girls, my niece, my sister, and I will head over to my parent’s home and visit with my dad.
Maybe we will look through pictures of past times together.
I'm sure that we will talk about some of the wonderful memories we have of her.
We could even blow some birthday kisses up to Heaven.
As silly as it sounds, we are going to bake and decorate some cookies for Nana’s birthday, mainly because I think the girls will like that. She loved to bake and decorate sugar cookies with her granddaughters.

For a moment today, I will allow myself to be sad.
I will think about...
How I wish she were here.
I will think about...
How it breaks my heart that my children will grow up without their adoring Nana.
For a moment today I will think about...
How grief-stricken I am that my sweet Madeline will not be bragged about,
Or hugged and kissed all over.
Or about how she will not be lovingly rocked and sung to sleep,
Or even have any memories of her Nana.
For a moment today I will think about...
How my little sister and I still need our mom.
For a moment I will think about...
How my Dad is lost without his wife of 34 years.

But, I will pick myself up.
I will remember...
That she is in the presence of God.
I will remember...
That she treasured every single minute she spent with her granddaughters, however brief that time might have been.
I will remember...
That,I believe, she is watching over Madeline from Heaven.
I will remember...
How grateful I am to have had such loving mama.
I will remember...
How blessed I am to have two parents who stayed married through all of life’s highs and lows and who were still very much in love.

Most of all today and everyday, I will remember and thank God for sending His Son so that I can, one day, see her again!