Friday poem

His name is Liam.
Oh, can you see him?


It's Friday and I'm feeling both sleep-deprived and a little punchy.

Highlights from a snowy week

I've been meaning to update for a while.  I hadn't realized that two weeks have gone by since my last post. 
It's been another gloomy week here.  It's been snowing and/or raining since Wednesday and the house has been so dark.  It's really bringing me down especially since Spring decided not to show up this year.  When will I get to plant my garden?

So, here's this week's highlights:

• I had to dig out the maternity clothes.  Last week, I was wearing my normal jeans and shirts and now, this week, it's maternity jeans.  I'm about 15 weeks now and this is the earliest I've ever had to transition into maternity clothes.
• I'm still extremely tired.  I want a nap every day.  Sometimes, I get one.
• I've started knitting again.  So, I must be feeling a little better. For weeks, it seems that I'd lost all interest in most of my hobbies.  I just didn't have the energy.  I've started knitting this for Tess.  It'll be cute for the summer (oh, I hope that Summer doesn't pass us by too!)
• I haven't taken any pictures lately.  It's just too dark and overcast outside right now. I don't want any more pictures of snow on my blog right now.  On Thursday, I woke up to about 6 inches of snow.  I stood looking out the window and I saw a fox and three deer. It looked like the dead of Winter in my yard.  Sammy wore his snow pants. 
• It's time to start planning for Luke's 6th grade year. (How can he be in 6th grade already?)  I need to be prepared earlier this year.  The twins are due sometime in October (the later, the better).  It's weird not to have a true due date. 
• Tessie started to say "shoes" except it sounds more like "ooshz" but she's clearly talking about her footwear.
• Tessie's hair has gotten all crazy and wild and I can't decide if she needs a trim or if I should just let it grow past this stage.  I can't wait for cute little braids.  It's going to be a while though.

Happy Weekend and I hope you're all enjoying a sunshine-y day.

Not much to say?

I realized that it's been almost a month since I last updated my blog. I guess I haven't had much to say lately, but that's not true. I think I've just been lazy. Right now, I'm at home in a blissfully quiet house and I have the rare luxury of being able to focus completely on what I'm doing. Paul took the boys junkin' this morning. Yes, junkin'. That's what my husband calls going to garage sales. He looks forward all year to Junkin' season. I'm not invited because they know that most likely I will say no to most purchases. That's okay. I have a few rules though. They aren't allowed to bring any cheap plastic toys that will assault my senses (unless of course it's a plastic dinosaur). Somehow, Luke manages to find dinosaurs at almost every garage sale and I can't deny him a whole planet of dinosaurs. Although I've seen his interest in dinosaurs wane over the last year or two, he still buys them when he goes junkin'. Right now, he's into dragons which to me, are just fire-breathing dinosaurs!

Anyway, I've enjoyed the warmer weather over the last week. Last weekend, we took the boys to Clement Park to enjoy the sunshine and we couldn't help soaking it up ourselves. Spring just unfolds too slowly here in Colorado. I've resisted the urge to post pictures of the crazy April snowstorms and to wait patiently for a lovely day. Anyway, while we were at Clement park, I realized that I hadn't seen the Columbine Memorial. So, from the playground we walked over to the Memorial. I just happened to be there a day before the 9th anniversary of the Columbine shootings. It was a surreal experience because I remembered I was pregnant with Luke in April of 1999. I remember sitting at my desk at work and a co-worker had walked in to let us know what was happening in Colorado. (I lived in California at the time.) For some reason, I didn't take it seriously. I had gone to public high school and not once did I ever feel unsafe while I was there. So, I guess the thought that flickered through me at the time was that it wasn't a serious thing. It wasn't until later that day that I would see the footage of that horrible day and realize how horribly wrong I was. I would go on to read Rachel's Tears about the spiritual journey of one of the victims, Rachel Joy Scott and learn of the faith of the other victims. Some of these kids had a maturity about their faith that I didn't realize possible for their age. I was awed.

My little boy Sam turns three tomorrow. I can't believe how quickly time goes. I notice every day how my darling eight year old looks less and less like a little boy each day. He'll be 9 in September and I know I'm going to sound a little "glass is half empty" but I can't help thinking that half of my time with him is already gone (although he does mention that he wants me to homeschool college). Anyway, I've been trying to learn to crochet and I'm finding it pretty difficult, but I'm the perservering kind and so far, I have a head and couple of legs for a crocheted octopus for Sam. I'll post a picture when I'm done with it. I'm going to have to get a move on crocheting 6 more legs before tomorrow.

Overall, it's been quiet around here, but now that the weather has taken a turn for the better, we are all catching a serious case of Spring Fever. I realize we're in the homestretch for third grade and how are we doing? Well, we're on track to finish math and we're deep into division right now. Luke has declared Latin his favorite subject and I couldn't be happier with all the English grammar infused in his Latin program. We continue to read and listen to books constantly. We started the year all excited for art and drawing, but haven't done as much art in the winter months and it's really my only lament. I'm starting to think about next year and what we want to accomplish and at the same time I'm looking forward to the serenity and sweetness of the summer months. I'm always thinking of the delightful things out there to discover.

Speaking of delightful things, we watched a cute movie last night called The Waterhorse based on the novel by Dick King-Smith (of Babe the Pig fame). There's beautiful scenery of Scotland and castle ruins to behold and legends of the Loch Ness Monster. Anyway, we all really enjoyed it and Luke asked for the book. This was a rare occasion where we did not read the book before seeing the movie. He told me last night that he doesn't like seeing the movie before reading the book because then he pictures things like the movie. I readily agreed with him and told him that the movie kind of robs you of imagining things the way you would on your own and how the movie does all the imagining for you.

Well, I suppose that's enough for now. I'm back!!!!!

Because Krissy wants to be on my blog!

Here's Krissy. She's much more stylish than I am!

Because Steph wants to be on my blog

(It's curious that her Meez has the same hair as mine! Well, we do have the same hairdresser!)

Seriously though, I can't believe how much time I spent on my Meez. I stayed up way too late playing around with my Meez.

My Meez

That's me just standing around in a flowing skirt with an epic in my hands! Thanks to Kristen at Small Treasures for this fun little adventure with virtual paper dolls!

Who knew?

I am a Snapdragon What Flower Are You?

"Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."