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I'm a hand-holding, swing-pushing, story-telling Mama with a creative streak and a nurturing spirit. I like growing food and flowers (and people, hehe), sewing clothes and quilts, cooking and eating and running, a long, tight hug and the color yellow. I love date nights at home, spontaneous trips to the bookstore and hearing my babies laugh. I am indecisive, exaggerrative and I overuse parentheses. I am reflective and sentimental and quick to laugh. I think I still picture myself as a 22-year old, yet every year my life gets more fulfilling. I am still figuring out exactly who I am. :)

Thursday, January 29, 2009

project 365: day 29


Daddy setting up Mario Party as Claire's reward for going boo-boos on the potty last night...and Little Buddy, with barely a onesie-flap to cover his cutie bootie, in awe of the sights and sounds of a video game. Not him too...:)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

"Elmo is happy!"


Elmo is sad when he gets wet or dirty and Elmo is happy when he is clean and dry.
Just another strategy to move along the potty-training.

So I love when Claire says "Elmo is happy! He is clean and dry!" And I love it even more when she is telling the truth. :)

4 for 9

To those of you not potty-training a toddler, this may be a little TMI. Don't say I didn't warn you. :)

I have decided that pull-ups, while seemingly god's gift to mothers, are really a curse. I think they have slowed Claire's potty-training progress because they are too absorbent, meaning it doesn't feel uncomfortable on her bootie when she has a wet or dirty pull-up. Thus, she is less likely to want to take the extra time away from playing in the ball-pit/reading library books/watching her half-hour of t.v. ("Word World," in case you are curious) to go sit on the potty. Why, when she knows Mama will change her pull-up soon enough.

So we are into big-girl panties (with the exception of nighttime, when pull-ups will make an appearance) all day long! I know that at first I will have more messes to clean up (a dirty pull-up is far easier to clean up than a dirty pair of panties), but I am hoping that this will result in complete potty-trainage much faster.

I told myself I wouldn't, but I was getting impatient with Claire. I was getting frustrated. I felt she was too old for me to be changing dirty diapers.

Today was day one. We had some setbacks (three wet panties and two dirty panties), but we had some victories as well. Four tinkles on the potty and one boo-boos!!! I had put Alex to bed and was tucking Claire in when I asked her, "and what are we going to do tomorrow?" expecting her to answer that we were going to see Nana and Grampa, like I had been telling her all day. Instead she said, "I'm going to watch Mario Party with Daddy!" (Watching a few mintues of Mario Party is her reward for boo-boos on the potty). Apparently she had gone while I was rocking Alex to sleep and Noah had forgotten to tell me!

So that was one of the highlights of my day, and maybe Claire's too, because she was beaming with pride at my reaction to her accomplishment (she was probably just thinking about the Mario Party).

And because this post is so long and I have so much to do, I am not proofreading it, so hopefully there are no embarrassing typos, like my "crapy myrtle" typo from the summer. :)

project 365: day 28


Well, seeing as how he didn't actually sleep in his crib until he was six months old (it was much more comfy to sleep in mama's arms) and then I removed the bumper pads only a month later (they made me nervous with him rolling over...I had bad visions of his face burrowing into the padding and him being too sleepy to free his mouth and nose to breathe), we hardly ever saw his crib look like this. In fact, I dug the bumper pads out of the closet just for this (first, only) photo of the pads in his crib.

Why?

Well, the bumper pads were passed down from Noah's grandparents, who used them on the crib in which all Minton grandchildren (including, of course, Noah) slept; Claire used them in her crib (for much longer than Alex did); and I suspect all subsequent Minton children will use them as well.

This is history baby. :)

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

project 365: day 27

On the agenda today:

Whole Foods for groceries

Library for more "bi-bary" books

She's got twelve books in there that she chose off the shelves, including one about Christmas. :)

Lunch

Nap

Walk with Laura and Bonnie (when a nice man thought he was proving his dog's value ($10,000) by asking me "Is your daughter worth $10,000?" Um, excuse me? My kids (all kids) are priceless, thank you very much. :) But his dog really was beautiful. And Laura and I decided Tueasday would be our day- next week we're scrapbooking together!!! :)

Play in the backyard (aka weed, discover ants and a few curled-up worms in the sandbox, take sidewalk chalk away from Alex before he ate the whole thing, get dizzy spinning around)

Dinner

Noah gives the kids baths while I clean up the kitchen

Books

Teeth

Kisses

Bed for kids...

...and break out the chocolate!!! :)

project 365: day 26


In the parking lot at, where else, Target. :) She discovered that spot herself. It reminds me of when we were kids and we were all excited to go on camping trips when we would beg mom and dad to turn the third row seat in the van around because we thought it was so cool to face backwards! I still think that would be cool. :)

I'm glad we didn't spend money on a double stroller when our single stroller had a hidden second seat!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

project 365: day 25


Claire and Alex spent most of the day in their carseats. To pass the time, Claire played with her favorite doll of the day, Baby Huggums. About halfway home, Claire decided that Baby Huggums needed to have her own seat, and that that seat was in the cup holder attached to her carseat. So she stuffed Baby Huggums in that cup holder and proudly showed off her work to the crazy lady always taking pictures, aka mama. Notice Baby Huggums' outfit in Claire's hand...story to come. :)

project 365: day 24


The entertainment for a good portion of the morning...door-stopper/wall-protector spring-thingies! Yes, great fun for kids of all ages! Seriously, you should have heard the giggles!

project 365: day 23


Just before bed on our first night in the hotel. We all ended up in the king bed together, Noah on one half and me and the kids on the other half. :) Note the jammies Claire is wearing- they're Nathan's and she asks for them every night. :)

Thursday, January 22, 2009

ahh, two year olds.


I have found the contradiction of a two-year-old to be a fairly recurring theme in my day-to-day.

She does things like steal the current toy her brother seems to be enjoying and refuse to give it back (and she gets a time-out), or she says things like "No Mama, come here NOW!" complete with an unacceptably demanding yet well-placed foot stamping (when I try to use my bathroom in peace), or she does things like sit on the potty for- no joke- an hour and a half without result only to go in her pull-up less than five minutes later.

But then she does things like share her grapes with her brother (only after she bites them down to proper baby size, just like I do), or crawl into my lap (thumb already in the mouth) and ask me to sing to her, or randomly break out in "Jingle Bells" (after thirty minutes of a deceptive silence emanating from her room at bedtime that has incorrectly led me to believe that she is sound asleep), or tearfully apologize to me for not making it to the bathroom in time, or point to the mean, ugly witch in her book of fairy tales and say "It's Mama!" (I was horrified but rationalized that the witch did have blonde hair and a reddish face) only to clarify her comment by pointing out that the witch was "taking care of babies, just like Mama!"

So, yeah, I know I've said it before, but she drives me crazy. And she frustrates me. And she makes me laugh out loud. But mostly she makes my heart happy. :)

project 365: day 22


Having an allergy-laden husband like I do, I rarely cook dishes with things like cheese...and white noodles...and tomatoes. In short, I never make things like lasagne, my most favorite meal of all. But today I did. I spent the morning making lasagne for my mom and I and it was delish if I do say so myself. And now I have many many future lunches in the freezer- all wrapped up in nice little foil-wrapped portions for my dining pleasure. :)

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

project 365: day 21


Finally, after a very long day of whining and crying and fussing and refusing to go on the potty and spitting out the vegetables and stealing toys from each other, finally they are playing happily together, big sister showing little brother how to count the puppies. :)

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

President Obama

I had my camera ready this morning and I took a LOT of pictures while watching the inauguration on tv.


I love this one.


And because his speech made me cry many times ("Mama crying. Mama sad. Why are you sad, Mama?" from Claire. "I'm not sad, Claire Bear. I'm so happy, that's why I'm crying." Yeah, that confused her), and I always want to remember the words, I saved it here.

My fellow citizens,

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.

project 365: day 20


This is how we spent our morning: I jumped out of bed, excited, at 7am, immediately went to the tv, and we were planted in front of it all morning. I'm sure when Claire and Alexander get older they will ask me what we did on this day, will ask me if I remember it, just like I asked my mom if she remembered what she was doing when the Challenger blew up in 1987. And I will be able to tell them that we watched it together.

Monday, January 19, 2009

project 365: day 19


She has been begging me and begging me to get grapes for at least four days, so imagine her joy when she woke up from her nap and a big bowl of grapes was sitting on her placemat!

project 365: day 18

project 365: day 17


What a cutie, having a ball with this ball (hehe) in his high chair. Of course it kept falling off and Claire kept picking it up and giving it back to him, "here you go, Buddy!" again and again and again...

Friday, January 16, 2009

project 365: day 16


Splashing in the mud. :)

Good thing she has on her "outside boots" (as we call them), except that both of them have tiny holes and by the time she was done with the mud, her white socks were brown. :( Oh well, I mean how cheap is a pair of socks, and how priceless is the joy on her face?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

dear house


It has officially been one year since you became ours! We couldn't be happier here- we have great neighbors on a safe and quiet cul-de-sac, a park two blocks away and a perfect little backyard. We love this house.

I can picture us here 20 years from now. :)

p.s. that picture is actually from the beginning of February last year. You know how I know (besides the fact that it is in my "February 2008" folder on our computer)? My tummy- Alexander was born a few days before this picture was taken and was still at Children's Hospital. I remember when Ronnie (Noah's childhood buddy/our realtor) and his mom came over to take this picture and drop off a baby present for Alex and Mrs. Silva asked, "so where's the baby?" It was like reliving all the sadness of the doctors telling us Alex needed to be taken to NICU and seeing him in that incubator hooked up to all those machines and breathing so heavily all over again. I was so emotional I tearfully explained that he was still in the hospital. I remember being really sad in that picture because our fourth family member wasn't home. :(

Her imagination...

...is boundless. Lately she has been finding shapes in her bread. Like triangles and socks and chairs that are strikingly realistic. Tonight it was a train. I'm not sure if she chewed her bread to look like a train or if she chewed it and then noticed, "hey, that looks like a train!" but either way I thought it was adorable and worthy of a photo and a story in blogland. Of course we had to push the train around the table and make chugga-chugga noises. :)

Well I couldn't just post ONE picture of my FIRST nephew, now, could I?

The first thing I said when I saw this beautiful babe was, "My kids were never this small!" Of course Claire never was that small (Miss 9 pounds, 5 ounces), but Alex was- a whole pound and a half smaller! It's amazing how fast I forgot how small they are when they are new. This baby is so precious. Of course he slept the whole time we were there, and my mom and I passed him back and forth, and back and forth, which we loved. Every five minutes or so he would scrunch up his face like he was preparing to let out an ear-piercing wail, but before a sound came out, his face went back to its usual position of open-mouth (to "catch flies" just like his daddy does when he sleeps) cuteness. He is such an angel!



project 365: day 15


Bri and Baby Landon!!!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

project 365: day 14


lunchtime...alex wearing claire's elmo backpack and laughing at claire who is stealing his bread...mr. flurry casually thrown on the table because claire could not bear to pack him away with the other Christmas decorations (three times today she has said "when Christmas comes again we put up ornaments and stocking and SANTA!!!")and decided he had to eat lunch with us today...alex's yellow sippy cup that he now has the hang of drinking out of...my scrapbook sitting on the table ready for naptime (aka scraptime).

Taken while talking to my mom on the phone. :)

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

So I will never forget the things that made me smile today...

1. Landon James was born! Mama and baby doing great!

2. Apparently my slow and (I thought) lulling rocking (to get him to fall asleep) was doing nothing for Alexander, who sped up the process by pitching his body forward and then backward in a rocking motion. This of course got the chair going to a more pleasing tempo, and he settled down and fell asleep on my shoulder.

3. We gave Claire a bath tonight and Alex stood up at the side squealing and cruising along the side and reaching in the tub for toys and getting his jean jacket wet and in general having a grand time. For her part, Claire sang "the spider song" (Itsy Bitsy Spider) and swam in place (which of course caused water to spill over the edge which caused Alex to shriek with joy).

4. When tucking Claire in for bed she said, "Daddy play characters. Cares (that's how she pronounces her name) play characters tomorrow." :)

5. I got Alex dressed for bed in his room while Noah got Claire dressed in the bathroom (where she would be warmer). When Alex heard Claire, it was like, forget Mama, Claire's here! And he crawled toward the door with a big grin and then followed her around his room until bedtime. The way he looks at her...it's hero worship. :)

6. We met some new friends at the park...two boys (ages 5 and 2) and a little girl (11 months) and the mama. The boys are apparently not fans of shoes and were running around barefoot. Now we all know that Claire IS a fan of shoes (we had two extra pairs in the stroller that she wanted to bring along for the ride, she sleeps with her shoes on her feet and another pair next to her on the pillow, and if we let her, she would bathe with them), so imagine my surprise when I discovered that she had discarded her shoes in a pile underneath the slide at the park. I'm hoping this is not the beginning of her wanting to be like everyone else. :)

I'm an auntie!

Landon James Comstock was born this morning, weighing six pounds, fifteen ounces and measuring nineteen inches long. From what I hear he is a beautiful little replica of Steven as a newborn and has a tiny round face and Bri's mouth. Of course he will be my photo for the day when I see/take one of him!! I'm dying to hold him!!

And now I am Auntie Em. :)

project 365: day 13


At the park this afternoon after our walk to Savemart for ant traps and trash bags. His gaze followed her all the way up the steps to the top of the slide and down to the bottom of the slide when he smiled and kicked his legs with glee. Yep, he adores her. :)

Monday, January 12, 2009

for Claire's album

for Alexander's album (in the middle picture he is staring longingly at Claire going down the slide, hehe)

for the family album

project 365: day 12


A spontaneous hug from big sister. :)

Did you know her favorite library book is Princess Penelope Takes Charge? It's about a little girl who wants a baby sister (so she can dress her up and have tea parties, etc.) but her parents bring home a baby brother. At first Penelope is unhappy but then when her brother gets a little older and can play with her she adores him and takes her big sister responsibilities (reading him bedtime stories, helping watch him while mama takes a shower and yes, dressing him up) very seriously. I wonder if Claire sees herself in Penelope? Hehe. :)

I love their faces...so serious, like she is taking care of him and he is letting her. I wish I knew what they were thinking.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Weekend Favorites

I take tons of pictures; while for some Project 365 might seem daunting in its frequency, for me it is daunting (usually) because I have to narrow down my photos for the day to just one.

I take lots of pictures because I think that if I can only freeze that image then one day not only will I have a photograph, but I will have a memory. It will bring me back to that moment when I snapped the picture, and remind me of why I wanted a photograph of that particular moment in the first place. It might be something otherwise forgotten, a story as yet untold, a favorite memory unearthed.

But sometimes I don't have my camera available. At first I chide myself for not having it with me (or the camera for not taking the shot fast enough), but then I remember that even though a photograph is often a beautiful and accurate representation of a moment, an emotion, an attitude, sometimes even better is the memory and feeling I carry in my heart.

Like last night: I had finished putting Alex to bed and I walked out to the living room where Claire was twirling around with her baby doll, happily singing to herself, "I'm dan-cing, I'm dan-cing," with a smile so pure, so utterly beautiful it took my breath away. I stood in the hall watching, not making a noise, not even wishing I had my camera with me because I knew it could never capture the moment the way I had experienced it, the way I would remember it, the way I am smiling right now as I relive it.

And like this morning: Claire and I had been awake for only a few minutes when we heard Alex babbling in his crib. She looked up at me, smiling, and said, "Baby Alex is awake! Let's go get him!" She raced down the hall, and was already greeting him , "Hi Buddy!" as she turned the doorknob. And the look on his face when he saw his big sister (who, to him, is just the coolest thing ever); a smile so big his eyes squinted close (like mine do when I laugh really hard) as he hurried to stand up and bounce in his crib with joy. A single picture could not have captured the essence, the sweetness, the happiness of that morning greeting between siblings.

So while I may not have a visual record of my two favorite moments of the weekend, they live on in my heart (and on this blog!), and for that I am grateful.

project 365: day 11


Mmmm, eggs, chips and beans. A childhood favourite and a weekly (often twice-weekly, hehe) standby in our house. :)
p.s. That glob of white is plain yogurt (a delicious and calorie-friendly substitute for sour cream) for my potatoes, I know it looks a tad odd. :)

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Pages...

...for Alexander's album

...for Claire's album

...for the family album

...for the family album

...for Claire's album

...for Alexander's album

project 365: day 10


It's funny, I don't think this picture is a very accurate representation of Alex, but that lip- he does that all the time, hehe. :)

Friday, January 9, 2009

I'm still smiling from four and a half hours ago, when...

...I gave Claire and Alexander a bath together (Alex in the inflatable tub and Claire right next to him in the big bath). They were facing each other and splashing together and laughing so purely, so innocently, so happily. I didn't even mind when the water splashed onto my denim-clad legs (I HATE letting wet denim touch my skin- ewww)

...I brushed Alexander's teeth with my electric toothbrush and he laughed when it tickled his gums.

...I wrapped Claire in her towel after her bath and she squealed, "It's a baby bundle, I'm a baby bundle!" and ran to her room.

...I told Claire that Alex was going to bed and she said "Goodnight baby," took his face in her hands and kissed him on the mouth.

...Alex snuggled up to me, cheek-to-cheek while we rocked in the rocking chair that used to lull Claire, and long before that, Noah, to sleep.

...I put Alex into his crib and he had already started flipping to his tummy when he was still in my arms. That's how I know he's really tired. :)

...Claire read ME a book, "Quick as a Cricket," and emphasized the same words that I do ("slowwwwwww as a snaaaaaaaaaail", "cold as a toad, brrr,").

...we tucked Claire into bed and she had to kiss both me and daddy twice, and gave us "big hugs with arms."

...I blew a kiss to Claire, and she blew a kiss to me, and we both exclaimed "I got it!" as we pretended to catch each other's kisses.

while I made dinner...





:)