Friday, May 28, 2010
Avery doesn't like it when Morgan gets hurt or is left out of anything and Morgan always wants to know where Avery is. Last week Avery was gone all day on a field trip. Morgan asked me over and over "where my Avery go?".
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I've come here many times hoping to find some inspiration to update and it just hasn't happened. Days between posts turned to weeks and those weeks eventually turned to months. At that point, I figured what was the use. I was already so far behind. I also couldn't bear the thought of one more thing needing my attention and time. I just didn't have it to give. This year has been an overwhelming one to say the least. We've started homeschooling Graysen and Avery for 3rd grade and Kindergarten. If I did have a moment to spare, that has definitely filled it! This has also been a year of loss. Mike lost his grandfather and I lost my grandmother, Bubba. Ironically they both had Alzheimer's. Though it has been a crazy year for us, we've grown much closer as a family. However, here I sit, one year later and try to wrap up the last 365 days in a couple of posts.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
For ballet, they did a baby doll dance and for tap, they danced to the song Sugar Sugar. It was precious!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
This year has flown by. I can't even believe that Morgan is 1 yr old. I have truly soaked in every minute of her 1st year. I have been there for every first and let many a chore go to get in some extra snuggle time with her. She is a bundle of joy with a sweet smile and the biggest blue eyes I've ever seen. She is saying simple words like mama and dada, dooce (juice), sasen (Graysen), nack (snack), piper (diaper), tanks (thanks), and pees (please). Much to my mom's disappointment, she still doesn't say Mimi. She is cruising all over the place on her hands and knees but hasn't quite gotten brave enough to let go to walk. She stands by herself for short periods of time and then plops down on her bottom. Best of all, she falls asleep by herself and sleeps in her own room!
She lives up to her nickname of "Peanut". I've called her that since she was in my belly and I first saw her on that 8 week ultrasound. At 1 year, she weighs 14lb 5 oz and is 27 in tall. Petite may be an understatement! The doctor isn't concerned, just says she's gonna be little. She loves to eat, so that isn't a concern and has met every developmental milestone that she should have met. I think it's funny that she started out as my biggest, yet has turned out to be the littlest.
Sharing some Apple Jacks with Daddy
Notice the big bruise on her forehead. It's hard learning how to stand up with out a few bumps along the way!
We had a fabulous time this weekend celebrating with family and friends. Morgan loved her cake and got some cute clothes and fun toys. Here are some pictures from the party...
Trying to be a lady while eating her cake
Still not so sure she was supposed to have it
Totally going at it with 2 hands
Maybe on a little sugar high about now. I love the look in her eyes!
All laid back smacking on her hands. What you can't see is that she had her foot pulled up into the seat and had been playing with the icing in her toes.
Thanks to everyone who was able to brave the nasty weather on Saturday and help us celebrate!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Life around our house has been at top speed for the past month or so. We always have a lot on our schedule, but seems it's gotten even crazier if that's possible. Spring soccer started last week so that's one more thing added into the mix. As much as I talk about how we're on the go so much, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Being a full time stay at home momma is right up my alley and I thrive off of the chaos that is our everyday life. I'm thankful for the normal things that fill up our schedule. I'm thankful that when my baby girl is up a bazillion times a couple of nights in a row that it's nothing but her being cranky from some 1 yr old shots or that she may possibly, hopefully, but probably not be finally getting a tooth or two. I'm thankful that I'm doing homework and running back and forth to dance and soccer and school. Because there is a momma out there who has been in a hospital for over a week now watching her precious baby boy lay in a bed with a heart rate that is totally out of control. Stellan isn't doing well at all. His family needs our prayers more than ever right now.