Mason found a new hiding spot!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
To the Zoo, Take Two
Hello Rhino.
H: Can we take him home, Mommy?
The lion was out with her baby cubs. We later found out it was their first day out of hiding!
Mason was even curious enough to reach out and touch them!
They were flying all over the place!
Mason even gave in.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Hagen's First War Wound
*I am amazed at how even just pausing for a second, I am able to collect my thoughts and move into action.*
After drying them off and getting diapers on them, I was able to see the cut better. It is right on that bone that is above the eye and below the eyebrows. I called the advice nurse because it kept bleeding. Jeremy came home and determined he didn't think H needed stitches. Gran came to give her opinion and she felt the same way. Jeremy went to work and Gran went home. The advice nurse called back and said it probably needed stitches and to head to the Pediatric Urgent Care down the road.**Okay, several things flash before my eyes. Two screaming toddlers in the PUC. Hagen being strapped down to get the stitches. They were both taking naps at the time and I am by myself.
Me: 'So umm, what happens if we don't get stitches.'
Nurse: It will probably scar.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Practice with Spoons
Hagen: I agree - so much fun!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
How to Raise a Cooperative Child
Sunday, September 21, 2008
RSV Season is Upon Us


'I sure hope we stay healthy this winter season.' 'Me, too...'
Thursday, September 18, 2008
A Train, A Park, and A Picnic
We met Gabriella (with Julie, her sister, and her children) at the park. The boys absolutely loved playing at the park!
'Um, I don't think we are going to get very far on this bus!'
'Come on Hagen!'
'Finally...'
'Hi Momma!'
The boys loved walking all over the bridges and tunnels.
'Excuse me, Gabriella.' (I guess I need to work on that 'Ladies First' rule!)
We had a great system for the slide. One of us would send them down, one would catch, and one would pass them back up to go back down again. Here is Gabriella ready for another slide run and Mason is in the background coming down to Julie.
Here we are on the train. Daddy and Hagen.
Mommy and Mason
After the train, we went over to the Botanical Gardens and had a picnic lunch.
Hagen (not really) enjoying the grass before we spread out the blanket.Jeremy and I attempting to get a good picture of the boys with the flowers.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Can You Feel the Love?
Do you want one of mine?
(Notice Mason's face - he thought all of this was just hilarious!)
Do you want a cherrios, Momma?
"How Preemie Moms Are Chosen" by Erma Bombeck
Somehow, I visualize God hovering Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity." Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles.
"Give her a preemie."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I am going to give her has a world of it's own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
God smiles. "This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness. "
The angel gasps, "Selfishness! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see cleary the things that I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"But what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.
God smiles.
"A mirror will suffice."