6/13/12
The Tale of Peter Rabbit...Almost
I often hear her saying this story to herself while she is playing, so I asked her to tell it to me...
Measuring Up
If I took take out Mary Poppins tape measure and measure Christiana it would read: Extremely Affectionate, Sometimes Stubborn, and Musically Inclined.
(If I were to do myself, I'm pretty sure Jane's "Often Inclined to Giggles, Doesn't Put Things Away" category would fit me. Shoot. At least I know myself.)
I love this age, they come into their personalities and start to discover the world.
At three and half years, she makes me remember the wonder that the world holds when she is curious about the vegetables growing in our garden, is a master rolly-polly collector, and needs to catch fireflies before she goes to bed.
Often she is found singing while she play with her toys, "Joy of Jesus", "Let's Go Fly a Kite", and "Whole New World" are top 3, but she will sing everything she hears. Andrew and I love her very affectionate expressions, she loves hugging and snuggling and will burst out while playing, "Oh Jesus I love you!" or "Mom, are you happy to me?" if she senses otherwise.
A few nights ago, I found her trying with determination to push her tricycle wheels and ride. She sat on that driveway for 30 minutes going a backward and forward and finally got it. I love that about her, she keeps trying no matter what. I know I would have gotten mad, given up easily, and fumed away after 10 minutes, but her stubborn side has a wonderful side, and I see it in her will power.
Tonight, at 9p.m. she decided she wanted to get back into the pool, so she shucked her dress and galloped in - purple underwear on backwards and all. Then we ran races in the yard so we could view her tight little buns in running motion.
She doesn't know we love to watch her and that she is teaching me many great lessons.
(If I were to do myself, I'm pretty sure Jane's "Often Inclined to Giggles, Doesn't Put Things Away" category would fit me. Shoot. At least I know myself.)
I love this age, they come into their personalities and start to discover the world.
At three and half years, she makes me remember the wonder that the world holds when she is curious about the vegetables growing in our garden, is a master rolly-polly collector, and needs to catch fireflies before she goes to bed.
Often she is found singing while she play with her toys, "Joy of Jesus", "Let's Go Fly a Kite", and "Whole New World" are top 3, but she will sing everything she hears. Andrew and I love her very affectionate expressions, she loves hugging and snuggling and will burst out while playing, "Oh Jesus I love you!" or "Mom, are you happy to me?" if she senses otherwise.
A few nights ago, I found her trying with determination to push her tricycle wheels and ride. She sat on that driveway for 30 minutes going a backward and forward and finally got it. I love that about her, she keeps trying no matter what. I know I would have gotten mad, given up easily, and fumed away after 10 minutes, but her stubborn side has a wonderful side, and I see it in her will power.
Tonight, at 9p.m. she decided she wanted to get back into the pool, so she shucked her dress and galloped in - purple underwear on backwards and all. Then we ran races in the yard so we could view her tight little buns in running motion.
She doesn't know we love to watch her and that she is teaching me many great lessons.
6/10/12
Sitting Still
Trying to appreciate life in simplicity. I hear so many people complain they are just "so busy" running so and so to this camp and that camp and the other kid to this game and that camp and they are "busier than ever". One acquaintance of mine confessed she tries to fill up the days with tons of activities for her 3 year old in the two days he is not in day care so that he doesn't get bored. She doesn't know what to do at home.
I guess I was raised with a different philosophy. I remember my mom telling us it was good to be bored and she would not put us in a million activities and run us around like maniacs...ultimately I think we learned how to be creative, to learn how to play and learn how to enjoy each other. I hope I can teach those lessons to my kids at because I believe they hold great value.
Most evenings, as the sun sets we usually sit on the front porch drinking sweet tea (or wine if it's been a long day ;) and watch the kids as they ride their bikes. It takes a hour to water our newly planted bushes and garden, so they ride while we water too.
Maybe there will be summers busier than this one someday, but I am so happy to have our days completely free, filled with bubbles, sidewalk chalk, mowing and fireflies. I'll take things easy and keep breathing in all the warm summer air and make sure I thank God daily for the gift of my home, my children, and the plan he has for our life right now.
Andrew and I took a bike ride at 10p.m. the other night through town and then decided to race home. We both took 30 minutes to catch our breath and woke up with sore quads. Now we are contemplating running a half marathon to kick us back into shape.
You will find during our summer evenings...
I guess I was raised with a different philosophy. I remember my mom telling us it was good to be bored and she would not put us in a million activities and run us around like maniacs...ultimately I think we learned how to be creative, to learn how to play and learn how to enjoy each other. I hope I can teach those lessons to my kids at because I believe they hold great value.
Most evenings, as the sun sets we usually sit on the front porch drinking sweet tea (or wine if it's been a long day ;) and watch the kids as they ride their bikes. It takes a hour to water our newly planted bushes and garden, so they ride while we water too.
Maybe there will be summers busier than this one someday, but I am so happy to have our days completely free, filled with bubbles, sidewalk chalk, mowing and fireflies. I'll take things easy and keep breathing in all the warm summer air and make sure I thank God daily for the gift of my home, my children, and the plan he has for our life right now.
Andrew and I took a bike ride at 10p.m. the other night through town and then decided to race home. We both took 30 minutes to catch our breath and woke up with sore quads. Now we are contemplating running a half marathon to kick us back into shape.
You will find during our summer evenings...
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| Christiana riding her tricycle, she just learned how to ride it! |
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| Avila proudly standing by herself, almost taking steps. |
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| Nicholas practicing or playing baseball. Shocker. |
6/7/12
Notes with Pudding
I think I should have known that her singing as a baby may lead to something. What is crazy is that both and only videos of her singing are on Memorial weekend. Odd. Coincidence? Maybe all the patriotism brings it out in her.
6/4/12
Animal Watching
We woke up Saturday morning to a beutiful hot summer day and decided over coffee that it was a good day for our annual trip to the zoo. It was sunny and 85 degrees when we arrived at 1p.m. (not worried about missing naps or the heat by any means). All the little people magically faired well.
This year we were lucky to have Bridget and William and Joe and Marci join us, even with such random short notice. We pickniced first and the kids were provided with theatrical entertainment by the lovely Margaret.
We did get to see some amazing animals and our annual favorites are the rhinos, giraffes, and tigers. Of course watching the little animals we happen to own and their delight and amazement is always more fun. They sqealed at the pink flamingos and ooed and awed when the kangaroos jumped. Simple. Pure. Enjoyment.
(please note Margaret's pony tail sprout and her beautiful mother)
I refrained from taking pictures of all the zoo animals because after three years in a row of taking the same pictures of the same animals, the pictures always seems so droll when I get back. (like, wow, there is a picture of a tiger, um...ok... should I put this in the photo album? nah.)
Although, Joe squirted the tiger with a water bottle and it turned to hiss at us showing it's 10 inch fangs...that would have been a good picture had I been ready. So this one will have to suffice.
I stared equally, if not more, at a little fat hobbit and her feet in the stroller.
This year we were lucky to have Bridget and William and Joe and Marci join us, even with such random short notice. We pickniced first and the kids were provided with theatrical entertainment by the lovely Margaret.
We did get to see some amazing animals and our annual favorites are the rhinos, giraffes, and tigers. Of course watching the little animals we happen to own and their delight and amazement is always more fun. They sqealed at the pink flamingos and ooed and awed when the kangaroos jumped. Simple. Pure. Enjoyment.
(please note Margaret's pony tail sprout and her beautiful mother)
I refrained from taking pictures of all the zoo animals because after three years in a row of taking the same pictures of the same animals, the pictures always seems so droll when I get back. (like, wow, there is a picture of a tiger, um...ok... should I put this in the photo album? nah.)
Although, Joe squirted the tiger with a water bottle and it turned to hiss at us showing it's 10 inch fangs...that would have been a good picture had I been ready. So this one will have to suffice.
I stared equally, if not more, at a little fat hobbit and her feet in the stroller.
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