SNOW. Geez. Thank you Iowa for the craziest snowstorm I can think of. That doesn't mean much actually because I have a HORRIBLE memory....increased by the working nights thing. While doing Christmas cards this week, I simply could NOT remember people's last names. They weren't far off ancestors either. People I know well....family. I was scaring myself so I just broke down and googled them.
Anyway, the s word has arrived in Iowa with a big bang. 16 inches or something ridiculous...
When it began to snow, it was sort of fun. The girls even convinced me to join them outside for a bit to play. I put on Steve's snow gear (about 3 ft too long in the legs) and pulled on his boots (about 4 sizes too large) and stomped out into the wilderness. Actually, we live in town and it really wasn't that bad out yet...but for me to voluntarily play in the snow was big and I want you to recognize my greatness as well.
We had some good moments, surprisingly! We did some snow swinging and snow tackling, which made the girls and I laugh a lot. They'd run and plow into me and I'd throw myself back as far as possible, pretending they knocked me down. All fun and games til Rosie Posie Clark (our lab doggie) entered the scene, right on cue...with some disturbing humping and hat stealing. She has a way with the children. We scolded her and exited the back yard for less hostile territory and some cocoa. This was before, of course, the real storm hit.
I won't bore you with details of this storm, as you can find them in any paper or news channel or you live here. Needless to say, we all won ourselves a snow day today. Steve's boss told him not to come in unless it was 50 degrees and sunny, which we took as a pretty safe bet he wasn't driving in.
So what does a family of 4-5 including doggie do on a housebound snow day? Hmmmm...we have no answers really. There was lots of tattling, baking, napping, whining, etc. But, no matter what WE did on our snow day, there are plenty of positive activities out there to do. Here's a link to a story on such activities. I'd like to highlight the one about filling glasses with water.....it's in a whole league of it's own awesomeness...or sadness...not sure. :)
Happy S Day, Midwesterners! And boo on you Floridians....DAD. He actually told me on the phone he was getting "hot" putting up his Christmas lights today. Time to go in the air conditioning! All in the same USA. Can you believe it? You probably can. It's been happening this way for years.....
http://www.desmoinesregister.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=200991209026
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sophia Grace
This is my baby, my second born, now the BIG 5 she'll tell you..."rollin with the big dogs".
She was THE easiest baby on the planet. She'd wimper a bit when she was tired, but other than that...all smiles, no complaints. From a lovable chunky baby with curly hair, to a now gone platinum and straight haired, tall and leaner big girl...always with big blue eyes and a big big smile.....
She's incredibly unique, the ultimate imaginator, artistic and sensitive. She is immensely articulate, stunning me with big words spoken with a little girl voice with a tiny little lisp....music to my ears.
She does her own thing. She can be found playing for HOURS by herself, setting up elaborate scenes with her puppies. They all have names and birthdays, personalities, likes & dislikes. She brings them to life with voices and stories. She ties ribbon around their necks and makes leashes for them. They all sleep next to her in bed at night.
She confuses me with her sensitivity as this is not a trait that Olivia and I possess. Although we are sensitive to others needs, we have relatively thick shells. Sophie, however, can crumble in an instant. A strong word, or a mean look and I can send her into hysterics. I'll never forget the first time I scolded her as a baby...as she reached for an open outlet with a toy....and I said sternly..."Sophie, NO!" And her hands began to shake a bit as she reeled back gasping for breath, terror in her eyes, and cried and cried.... because of me....big mean Mom. I felt so awful. I comforted her over and over again until she finally forgave me and it was all better. It was this day I learned THIS baby was not the same as the other.
She adores her big sis.
I love her spirit, her adventurous mind. She loves to dig in the mud, find worms, swing high, plant seeds and watch them grow, do "scientist" experiments, get the mail from the mailbox, and sneak into our bed at night. She adores all animals and wants to be a veterinarian someday.
Dr. Sophia Clark....our precious little turkey.
I love her endlessly.
She was THE easiest baby on the planet. She'd wimper a bit when she was tired, but other than that...all smiles, no complaints. From a lovable chunky baby with curly hair, to a now gone platinum and straight haired, tall and leaner big girl...always with big blue eyes and a big big smile.....
She's incredibly unique, the ultimate imaginator, artistic and sensitive. She is immensely articulate, stunning me with big words spoken with a little girl voice with a tiny little lisp....music to my ears.
She does her own thing. She can be found playing for HOURS by herself, setting up elaborate scenes with her puppies. They all have names and birthdays, personalities, likes & dislikes. She brings them to life with voices and stories. She ties ribbon around their necks and makes leashes for them. They all sleep next to her in bed at night.
She confuses me with her sensitivity as this is not a trait that Olivia and I possess. Although we are sensitive to others needs, we have relatively thick shells. Sophie, however, can crumble in an instant. A strong word, or a mean look and I can send her into hysterics. I'll never forget the first time I scolded her as a baby...as she reached for an open outlet with a toy....and I said sternly..."Sophie, NO!" And her hands began to shake a bit as she reeled back gasping for breath, terror in her eyes, and cried and cried.... because of me....big mean Mom. I felt so awful. I comforted her over and over again until she finally forgave me and it was all better. It was this day I learned THIS baby was not the same as the other.
She adores her big sis.
I love her spirit, her adventurous mind. She loves to dig in the mud, find worms, swing high, plant seeds and watch them grow, do "scientist" experiments, get the mail from the mailbox, and sneak into our bed at night. She adores all animals and wants to be a veterinarian someday.
Dr. Sophia Clark....our precious little turkey.
I love her endlessly.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Little Drummer Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKyeOe9liUI
Check out this link to hear an awesome arrangement of Little Drummer Boy arranged by Janis Bailey (my mom) with music by Shawn Cornally (my brother in law). This song was one of 9 fantastic songs on this year's Family Christmas Album that was made completely with our family vocals/instrumentals/arrangements. Shawn and Lianna put this together and gave this to us for a pre-Christmas gift. It was a really fun project we just have to share. So....enjoy!
Merry Christmas!
Check out this link to hear an awesome arrangement of Little Drummer Boy arranged by Janis Bailey (my mom) with music by Shawn Cornally (my brother in law). This song was one of 9 fantastic songs on this year's Family Christmas Album that was made completely with our family vocals/instrumentals/arrangements. Shawn and Lianna put this together and gave this to us for a pre-Christmas gift. It was a really fun project we just have to share. So....enjoy!
Merry Christmas!
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