Thursday, October 29, 2009

contest will be up soon!
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Wednesday, September 02, 2009

First Grade- Gracie style.
(But apparently, Mr. Whootson is only allowed to call her Gracie)

So, my girl. Oh my girl. She is off to 1st Grade. I realized she will REMEMBER these days now...she ran ahead and was impatient with us to hurry. I was proud, because there is a special ed girl in her class who is sitting at her desk group, and i know that she and another boy were chosen to sit there because they have the reputation for being kind and easy going. I was proud because she knew already what to do and was happy to do it.
I was proud because we got her this far and she is a fantastic kid.
But just a tiny, tiny bit...I was so sad to see how long she is, how sure of herself, how little she needed my hand. She told me I was holding hers a little too tight.
But today? Less sad, more hopeful. Someone told me once,
"We are so sad to see them grow, but imagine the alternative."

Good Luck my Grace. You are well on your way to being a fantastic human being, and I am enjoying every moment of getting to know you. I will miss having you home every day so very much, but I know that you have your own journey you need to take, I am here only to be your caretaker and cheerleader. Im here baby, any time...but I'm so proud of you for letting go, just a little bit.


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Monday, July 27, 2009

When did my tiny baby become a mermaid?
(she will be 6 tomorrow!)
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

inside of card
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Front of G's birthday invite
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Monday, July 13, 2009

Fairy Catcher...
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Wednesday, July 08, 2009

the site will be up soon...
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

trying out my new video camera, warning...kinda boring! video

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Mah boy...
From James

Monday, March 30, 2009

 
James Richard - 3 years (almost)
Oh, my boy...I think maybe next year I will stop with the "oh, we had such a hard time getting you here" posts around your birthday...frankly, it seems so long ago and you were so very, very worth it.  It was hard, I was sick...but you are one of the best gifts I've been given.
You are the most amazing, wonderful, and every other adjective little boy I've ever met.  Sure, you are extremely passionate about doing things yourself...even to the point where you want to sit on the pot by yourself with me outside of the stall or door.  But...you still want me on the other side of the door.  You care deeply about every little thing in your life, from your family to your red car.  Its usually your favorite.  I marvel at the level of passion you put into everything you do.  You are 100%, all of the time, and I know that is going to stand you well as a man.
Oh, the man you are going to be my darling.  I glimpse him sometimes in your furrowed brow, in your very determination to wear the "strong stripes" that you love so much.  I see his handsomeness in your ever-sparkling green/blue eyes, and his soul in your willingness to include EVERYONE, even the little boy in the corner who is "special"...he is to you.  You want to make sure he knows that too...you make sure every one of your little boy's game includes him even if he doesnt understand what you are playing.  His mama tells me he talks about his "friend-James".  Like it's one word.  
I'm so very proud of you, and yet its not something I can take credit for, its just YOU. 
We call you the mayor, because you haven't met many you aren't interested in.  I'm sometimes a little embarrased by the "what YOUR name?" you demand of everyone you meet...even the guy who pumped our gas today, but I worry needlessly, they are all charmed by you.  You offer a plump paw, a dimpled grin- and somehow you just know that mostly what people want is to know you SEE them.   

Your strong hugs, your "kiss me!" demands are moments I treasure during the day.  They don't come as frequently as they may from others, but OH! what they mean.  When I walk through the door of your school, the smile that lights your face and the "theres my MAMA!" accompanied by the full force run-into-my-arms...I will hold that moment in my heart's treasure box forever. 
Your physical and mental talents are many, you have a keen ear for music, you kick a mean ball, you are close to reading, and you can walk in 4 inch red satin high heels (your papa wont let me take a picture).
My boy...I love saying that, thinking that, loving you.
Happy 3rd Birthday!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

 
March 15, 2009
Hiking with my girls!

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