Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Bessie Michael


The rules according to Bethany:
We don't hit, and we don't growl. We don't toucha de potty at de Cracker Barrel. We don't eat mud, we eat snacks.

Friday, April 10, 2015

A Rite of Passage

Our beautiful 5 year old girl just got picked up for her first slumber party! I can't believe we won't see her again until tomorrow afternoon. This feels so strange, and I'm glad I don't have to send her away to school, because this sleepover is more than a Mommy can take!

Meanwhile, Hannie is ready for a big dinner date with Daddy tonight, and Bethany is daydreaming of her lunch date with Daddy to get "hot dog and Coke!" tomorrow. 






Saturday, April 4, 2015

Surprise!

Last Saturday morning, Mike and I cleaned the house while the kids played and watched TV.  Mike seemed to be in a big rush to go out for donuts by 10:15 (usually I'm the one rushing for donuts), but he also was insistent that I get a shower and have time to "primp" before we left.  

When we got home from the donut run, I walked in the door and saw balloons and birthday decor, then 3 of the ladies I love most popped out to say, "surprise!".  Mom, Dad, Aunt Sarah and Aunt Vicky had come to give me a surprise 30th birthday party!  It was the best.

Dad, Mom, Aunt Vick
Nathanael loved smoochin' on Auntie Sarah
Bubbles!
Love

Visiting
Mom, Than, Aunt Sarah & Aunt Vicky
It was COLD!

Family pic

3 generations of girls

The spring-y birthday centerpiece!
Kisses
Come over here and smile, Figgy.
Fig & Aunt Vick
She's a ham!
Aunt Sarah did a photo shoot with this blushing Bride

Mike's expression in the background probably represents how he will feel when his girlies actually do get married.  This week I asked Charis if she wants to be a wife one day.  She said, "Yes.  But I want him to look like Daddy... and sound like Daddy.  And smell like Daddy.  Well, I want him to be Daddy!"
Enjoying some NCAA bball
This is the inside of the hilarious birthday card Charis wrote for me.  The one she picked was a get well card.  She didn't read it; she just thought the pictures were beautiful.  She wrote it by herself: "Dear Mom, We hope you have a very good day today.  Happy Birthday.  We love you."
And this man is still not walking, not pulling up, not standing, but at 13 months he has mastered this head-stand.





Happy Resurrection Sunday! "He is not here, but has risen!"  (Hallelujah!)