Tuesday, May 29, 2012

twas a good weekend

Sound proud of my little sister, Adrienne. When she walked across the stage, I yelled "ADRIENNE"- you know, Rocky style. She said she heard me :)

I love this picture (even though it's a bit blurry) because our faces are aglow from all the candles. And Frannie doesn't know what to think. She just kept staring wide eyed, and slowly reaching toward them. It made me think of "Finding Nemo" when they see the light deep in the ocean and they're like "What is that? I don't know but I can't look away and I have to touch it" I guess bugs are like that too. 

And I love this next one because Tripp is grinning so proudly at all the candles he blew out for me. This also made me really curious about why the heck we stick candles in our food and blow them out in front of a singing group of people anyway. Wikipedia isn't always the best source, but they usually have the basics. Here's what they said:
The tradition of putting candles on birthday cakes is attributed to early Greeks, who used to place lit candles on cakes to make them glow like the moon... Some say the candles were placed on the cakes because people believed that the smoke of the candle carried their prayers to gods. Others believe the tradition originated in Germany where people used to place a large candle in the center of the cake to symbolize the 'light of life'. 
Other important things I now know:
1. Make a silent wish before blowing out the candles (totally forgot this year)
2. If you blow all your candles out in one breath, your wish will come true and you will have good luck for the next year
3. Smear out the name of the person before slicing the cake to bring good luck. 

I also love learning new random facts. 

Happy Memorial Day.
I am especially thankful for the men and women who serve our country. For those who have given their lives, and to their families they have left behind. For the past couple years, every time I see a soldier in uniform I try to say "Thank you for your service". It is so noble of them. 

Thursday, May 24, 2012

why i'm always laughing

Daddy: "Tripp, do you have poop in your pants?"
Tripp: "No."
Daddy: "You know I can smell that, right?"

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

lessons from daddy

This morning I was in the bathroom drying my hair. Tripp walks in, looks at me, and says "You need to stand up and go tee-tee like a big girl."

Then we had to have another talk about the different equipment boys and girls have. But hey, atleast some of Daddy's training is sinking in.

When you start off as a parent, you think about all the things you have to teach your children. You don't realize how many things they will teach you. (And I still have a long way to go) Man, do I love this kid:

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

the mama called dada

"Frannie, can you say baby?
"Can you say more?"
"Can you say flower?"
"What does a duck say?"
"ack ack ack ack"
"Can you say hot dog?"
"dot dog"

"Can you say Mama?"

Another word Frannie has mastered: NO!
She even said it in her sleep last night when I tried to give her a pacifier
I have a feeling this is the beginning of a long road to come...

Thursday, May 17, 2012


"For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways My ways," declares the Lord.
"For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts."

Isaiah 55:8-9

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

that one time she took a break

Man, do I love these little kiddos. It's somewhat hard to explain. The word "love" isn't enough. I would do absolutely anything for them. Tripp is now less than a month away from his 3rd birthday. Poor guy is stuck with me as a party planner. Frannie is 15 months- running around, into everything, and talking up a storm.  

We have never left Frannie overnight before. Tripp was with Nana when we were at the hospital meeting Frannie, and he's stayed with her twice for fun. But this weekend, me and the husband are taking off for a full TWENTY FOUR HOURS! I don't think I will know what to do with myself. We're headed to a little southern bed and breakfast, and I. Can't. Wait.

And then we'll hurry home to these sweet faces.