Archive for December, 2009

December 26, 2009

The Holiday Season

So Christmas was super chill and way awesome.  I may or may not still be in the pajamas that i woke up in yesterday.  We had a cozy morning, just me and the kids.


They unwrapped at the most appropriate speed.

Not so fast that it was over way too quick,

Not slow enough for it to get boring. 


And then, because the weather cooperated with the rest of the universe in the making of The Perfect Christmas, we had a snow ball fight.  In our pajamas.  How awesome is that?


Also?  Maybe a little "ice skating."

Ice skating 

Then we headed back in for doughnuts and hot chocolate.


New toys were opened and assembled

and battery-ized and loved.

Tiny screw drivers were utilized.

Our amazing friends and family were interspersed throughout the day.  And a cat, yes, we have a cat now. 


Pete is super excited about it.

Lots of love was here that's for sure.  We topped it off with our annual Christmas night dinner to IHOP for chocolate chip funny face pancakes.  (no pics of that because, well i was eating chocolate chip pancakes.)  It was a really wonderful day, magical really. Hope yours was lovely too! Can't believe this year is almost over.  It sure has been jam packed, mostly in a good way though.  Happy, happy, merry, merry from us to you.

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So much love,

Me and The Kiddos


December 13, 2009


There is something about these tiny little humans, these new little souls, these fresh little babes.   I just love them so.  All of them.  Sure I love some especially, but really all of them amaze me. 

New little bundles, precious and needy and beautiful and helpless.  Not yet misguided by us, or jaded by the world.  And they don’t have to earn our acceptance or approval, they can’t, don’t know how, don’t care to. 

That is maybe my favorite thing about babies.  They really get love.  You give it, they receive it.  Smiles, hugs, cuddles, kisses, whispers and songs.  You give these to a baby and they will thrive.  They are born with a desire for a strong connection.  They want to be fed and held.  They just want love.  Infants don’t have any pretense, they are not born with misconceptions about worthiness (or unworthiness I guess I should say.)  Unfortunately we don’t get to stay that pure forever. 

We form our own ideas and thoughts about how love should and shouldn’t be given and received.  Our family and friends, t.v. and books, good and bad relationships all muddy the waters about love.  Intentionally or unintentionally, shame and fear based relationships happen, in parenting and friendships, at home, at work, or at church.  The concept of being motivated to give love by receiving love gets lost and we have to search and fight to find and keep it.   …And now I have gone on a little rant.  

I think maybe what I was trying to say is:
This is one of the many, many things I love about babies- They don’t know what unworthy is.  They only know grace.  There is no striving for acceptance; there is no trying to earn love.  They just receive it.  If only we could all get back to that.  If only we could all lay down shame and fear and feelings of unworthiness and put aside loathing and judgment.  How wonderful would that be?  Sweet babies, and this season where we celebrate the Light of the World, the Hope of Glory coming here remind me-  Jesus came, newborn babe, pure and holy, all for Love. 


And I can't think of a better reminder. 

December 9, 2009

The Little Artist

Gabe is an artist.  When he was two, I took these shots. 


Still in diapers, he would draw and paint on this easel pretty much every day.  He would concentrate so hard, carefully draw or paint, and then step back and check his work.  One afternoon I heard the boys in the living room arguing and went in to check up on them. “Gabe is sacrificing science and technology for art!!”  They were only two and four at the time. Gabe had made a sculpture out of some nuts and bolts and a battery that Griffen was planning on using for an experiment.  But this little scene so perfectly illustrates their differences to me still. 

Gabe is an introvert, sensitive, pensive and artsy.  Griffen is not.  Gabe cares about what he’s wearing and how his hair looks.  He compliments the girls when they look nice.  I know I’ve said it before, but the kid has a great eye.  When Gabe looks at something he sees it.  When he looks at someone, he looks through them. 

When he draws something he paints in details.  When he photographs something he takes his time, he composes and directs.  He clicks the shutter slowly, deliberately.  

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His art teacher came up to me at school the other day and very excitedly said “Gabe is a really great artist!”  I said thank you and that I thought so too and then she put her hand on my arm and looked me in the eye and said “We’re very excited.”  I wasn’t even sure what to say to that except thank you again.  I mean he’s my kid, of course I think he’s a great artist; I tell him all the time.  When we got home, I mentioned what his art teacher said, and he replied “Of course, I am a great artist.”  Apparently my kids don’t really struggle with self confidence. 

So he has one of his pieces in the front hall of the school for the whole school year and the other day he brought home this picture and I totally fell in love with it. 

I realize this may not be the most amazing thing in the world to anyone but me, but I adore it.  I adore his aesthetic leanings.  I adore the way he sees things.  


 My sweet Gabriel, budding little artist.  He's a painter, composer and see-er.  And I adore him.

December 1, 2009

The New Guys

Okay, so it's mostly a madhouse around here with three extra munchkins…


It's messy,


and busy

and fun


and entertaining.


They're playful


and sweet.

It's great really.


And it's exhausting too.  We have a good time though.  We love them.  I don't even mind making thousands of cups of juice and picking up millions of toys a day.  

Because, The New Guys? Wonderful.


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