Sunday, May 03, 2009

Well, It Wasn't the Swine Flu

So Grace has recovered from her mild cold extended illness. Thanks for all the warm wishes for her health. Considering the swine flu outbreak, we are glad things did not escalate.

Speaking of swines, I wanted to share some details from Jake's Pinewood Derby. The Pinewood Derby is a boy scout activity where the boys hand pieces of wood over to their dads, and those fathers carve JPL-worthy vehicles out of them. It is the boys scouts duty to leave the fathers alone while they work.

We went against the grain, and had the kids actually work on their cars. They worked on them with Grandpa, which made it very special. Jake made a cheese/mouse car. He won the trophy for best design!

Grace really wanted a trophy too.

She made a pig car. Sadly, Grace refused to put ears on the pig. I begged and pleaded with her, but she was insistent.

So Grace ended up with a car that looks like ...

... a pig with no ears.



It's a pig with no ears, okay?!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


Grace has been sick for the past three days. High fever, sore throat, chills, sweats, all that jazz. The poor girl could not sleep last night, and was continuously waking up with aches. After she finally fell asleep (for the fourth time) I went to snuggle her a little in her bed.

I held her fevered body and tucked my nose into her wavy hair. It was a tender moment, and I reflected on Grace's sweet, yet feisty, little soul. I love my little girl so much, and the richness and life she brings to our family.

So I was warmed to the heart when I heard her stir, and say, "Mama?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Go sleep with Dad."

Sunday, March 08, 2009

I'm Allowed to Cry a Little

Because he ...

is now eight years old.

And if I wrote a post about how much he changed my life, when he came into it ... it would take up pages and pages of this blog.

Happy birthday Jake. We love you more than we could ever say, and are more proud of you each day.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Friday, February 27, 2009

Grace Explains Courtship, Engagement and Marriage

Well the ball is, like, you find a boy ... the moms find a boy.

If they like a boy, they choose it.

First, someone says, "Grace, do you want to be Dad's husband?"


"Dad, to you want to be Grace's husband?"


And then the boy and the girl go home, and the girl shows the boy all around the house, and then they go different places that the boy has never been.

The End.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Things Matt Heard Last Night

I don't want to be here anymore! Waaaah! Let's escape!

Waaaah! Is that my brains?

Now I know what my guts look like! Waaaaah!

Don't let the doctor touch me. He will take my blood, and then I will DIE!!!

Last night Grace was climbing onto a Rubbermaid bin in her closet. The bin gave way, and Grace fell, her leg smashing into the dresser corner on the way down.

Her skin *gag, wretch, gag* ripped. She didn't get cut, the skin just ripped open.

Matt took her to the ER where she patiently waited to be stitched up.

*by patiently, I mean screaming bloody murder the entire three hours, and having to be strapped down to the bed in order for the doctor to look at her

Grace is feeling much better today, thankfully. It was a long night, and I and glad to have my happy girl back. No more dangerous climbing for her, no sireee.

Except this morning when I saw her climbing onto the bunk bed, without using her hands. And I almost fainted.


PS. For those wondering about how to make your photos bigger in Blogger, I posted on it here ... .