Escape

After I finished A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, I went to a completely 

different kind of book.  Escape, by Carolyn Jessop tells the true 

story of the author's escape from the religious extremism of the 

Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints 

(FLDS) and the oppression of living in an abusive polygamous 

marriage.  This was a look into a world that I could not have 

even imagined.  It was so bizarre and so unbelievable that I 

would audibly gasp!  I think Mike got tired of me constantly 

saying, "Oh my gosh, you won't believe this...."  

It was that kind of emotion that kept me up until one o'clock 

in the morning several mornings in a row because I just 

couldn't stop reading.  The book begins by Carolyn Jessop 

going back in time, retelling her family history and her own 

upbringing in the FLDS compound in Colorado City, Arizona.  

When Carolyn was eighteen, she was forced into becoming 

the fourth wife of a fifty year old leader in the community named 

Merril Jessop.  Even though she was deeply upset about 

marrying a man so much older, she was powerless to do anything 

about it.  She stayed in the marriage for many years, giving birth 

to eight of Merril's fifty-three children.  Her descriptions of living 

in an extremely unhealthy and abusive marriage were 

heart-wrenching.  Eventually Carolyn planned and executed 

a successful escape and managed to become the first FLDS 

woman to win custody of her own children.  

It was a difficult and unbelievable road for her to travel, and it 

made for a fascinating read!

Reading Fest

Since we've had a lot of time relaxing at home lately, I've been reading like a mad woman.  I finally finished A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, which I've been slowly attacking since September.  I know, I know-- but throughout all the holidays, reading got pushed aside.  But after Christmas we had several days to be at home and I managed to finish that book plus another book which I'll blog about tomorrow.  And I've started a third book that I think will be a great read too.  

Today I thought I'd give my two cents on A Tree Grows in Brooklyn-- for whatever my opinion is worth!  This is a slow paced book, but if you know that from the start, you can just relax and enjoy it rather than wait anxiously for something big to happen.  Much like Seinfield was dubbed "a show about nothing", so this book could be called "a book about nothing".  And I don't mean that in a negative way.  It just follows the life of little Francie Nolan during the years 1912-1917.  Francie is poor and grows up in the tenement houses of Brooklyn, NY.  She begins the book as a withdrawn, but imaginative little girl and ends the book a more confident and self-assured sixteen year old.  I thought the descriptions of Francie's world were both sad and beautiful.   She experiences both joys and sorrows within her own family, whom you will get to know and love as well.  Betty Smith, the book's author, grew up in Brooklyn herself, so her descriptions of the bustling streets and melting pot of nationalities all living together is quite accurate.  It was a little bit like going back in time and really seeing what it took to survive the daily grind.   

Overall, I really enjoyed it.  I thought Francie's character in particular was incredibly well developed.  It felt like you almost knew her as a real person.  I would highly recommend reading this classic novel.  

Christmas Photos

Today I thought I'd share a few more photos from our wonderfully calm Christmas. Actually these were all taken on Christmas Eve-- I'm afraid I didn't take any pics of Christmas Day!  I think my mom did, so I'll have to snag her camera for a while. Hmmm... Oh well.  I'm still relishing in our holiday because once Monday arrives I head back to work and another week begins.  It really was lovely.

Hannah with PaPa.  My dad makes his famous cinnamon rolls each year at Christmas.  They are so, so good.  My mom made his apron many years ago.  It says, "Dough Boy."  Cute.

A beautiful sunset on Christmas Eve.  

The girls got to open two gifts each on Christmas Eve.  They are modeling their soft new robes. And Hannah is showing off her dinosaur while Leah is cuddling her new horse named "Chance".

Ok, now I'm going to go back to lounging around and playing with my girls.  Mike is making homemade pizza for dinner and then we may watch a movie later.  My kind of night.

Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas!  We had such a wonderful holiday today, full of smiles, giggles, food, family and togetherness.   We didn't have a schedule of places to go, so it was one of the most relaxing Christmases we've had.  

So now it's 10:30, the house is quiet, the girls are sound asleep, the wrapping paper thrown away, leftovers stored away in the fridge, and Mike and I are sitting in our living room watching tv, fire going and the Christmas tree lights glowing.  And our hearts are full.

I hope you had a very wonderful holiday with your friends and family too!

Surprise!

Well, I guess I'll let you all in on a little secret.  A few days before Thanksgiving we found out we are expecting baby #3!!  We were surprised, but absolutely thrilled!  I saw my doctor last week and then had an ultrasound this morning.  Everything is going great and it looks like we're just having one baby this time!  And my due date is August 3rd-- which seems so very far away.  There are moments when I get overwhelmed thinking about having three kids, but then I think about snuggling and cuddling a new little one and I am more excited than anything.  And then when I saw this little heartbeat today.....

And I'm already in love.  

Orange Juice

I am crazy about orange juice.  Seriously.  I have to drink a glass of it in the morning before I feel fully awake and ready to start my day.  And my favorite, favorite thing in the world is freshly squeezed orange juice.  When I was pregnant with my girls I bought at least two bags of oranges a week and used my wonderful electric juicer to make a small pitcher of juice.  I think my body was craving the extra vitamin C and folic acid.  This morning I pulled a big bag of oranges out of the fridge, and the girls and I made some delicious, sweet OJ to go with our whole wheat waffles we also made.  It was oh so good.

When I eighteen years old, my friends LeAnn and Kim and I traveled around Europe for a month.  It was such an amazing time.  While we were wandering around the gardens of Versailles one humid June afternoon, we happened upon a little stand where a gypsy woman was selling glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice.  I was quite parched, and the sweet smell of oranges was too much to resist.  So I bought the largest size glass and watched this heavy-set woman with wild dark hair and lots of gold jingling jewelry squeeze a few oranges into a tall plastic cup.  And then I slowly slurped every last drop of that orange juice. And it was worth every franc (pre euro days).  We didn't linger at that stand too long-- we still had to see Marie Antoinette's little village.  But it is a moment in time that I vividly remember. 

Maybe that's when my love affair with orange juice began???  Or maybe it just grew stronger?

Happy 4th Birthday, Banana and Bee!

About to blow out their birthday candles.  

Will these people please hurry up and finish singing the birthday song??

Today is my daughters' 4th birthday. 4 years old! That still needs to sink in a little. I remember the day they were born in such incredible detail. If I wrote all my memories out, you'd be reading for quite awhile. So I'll share a few snippets from that incredible day:

* I remember waking up at 3:30 in the morning in order to get to the hospital by 5:00. Amazingly, I was able to jump out of bed and get ready. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. We were going to be induced at 37 weeks.

* I remember the uncomfortable feeling of early contractions. Then the painful ones that began later. It was so surreal watching my large stomach tighten up hard as a rock.

* I remember getting an epidural. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it might be. And I remember the relief afterwards!

* I remember the nurses rushing in when Leah's heartbeat dropped rapidly. I remember the worried looks in their eyes.

* I remember my doctor coming in to my room and telling me that I was going to meet my new babies in about ten minutes. I needed an emergency c-section. A flurry of activity followed including me drinking some awful tasting medicine and getting whisked down the hall to the operating room.

* I remember laying on the gurney in the operating room, tearing streaming out of the corners of my eyes, draining down into my ears. A nurse asked if I was okay. "I'm just overwhelmed," was my reply.

* I remember how fast the girls came out. Leah at 12:01 and Hannah at 12:02. Everyone commented on how much dark, black hair they had! I heard them crying and was dying to hold them!

* I remember being wheeled back down the hall to my room. Lots of family and friends had gathered outside in the hallway and they were all smiling and cheering. Our friend Reed was filming me and I remember laughing, covering my face, and then crying again. Oh the hormones were raging out of control!

* I remember holding my girls for the first time. I remember staring at their faces for hours. I couldn't get enough of them. They had soooo much hair! Their eyes were like deep, dark pools of water. Their little lips were perfectly puckered, and they smelled divine. I love freshly cleaned baby smell. It is so pure.

* I remember how tired I was that night. And sore. And thankful. SO INCREDIBLY THANKFUL.

I look at how much my girls have grown and changed in the last four years. And I am still so thankful.

God, thank you for my beautiful girls. Help me to be grateful for every day you give me with them. Guide me as I do my best to nurture their tender little hearts, and help them grow into strong, kindhearted young women who love you and love others!

Leah Rae

Hannah Joy

Where the Wind Comes Sweeping Down the Plain

Today I am home sick.  Oh yes, an upper-respiratory infection has made it's home in my head and lungs making me feel miserable.  Fever. Congestion.  Coughing.  Oh yeah, the works.  But, I'm trying to find the good in today anyway.  First good thing is that my parents offered to take the girls for the day so I could just stay home and rest, take my antibiotics, and hopefully start feeling better soon.  It has been a long, long time since I spent my day lounging in bed, taking multiple naps.  

Second,  since the house is so quiet, I find myself being soothed by the constant swooshing sound of the wind.  It is wicked windy today-- even for Oklahoma standards.  You probably know our state song, "Ooooooklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain...". Rogers and Hammerstein certainly got that right.  There are many days where the wind truly is "sweeping".  The wind here can be downright annoying if you happen to be out in it--fierce and unrelenting.  In the summer it is like a hot blanket, and in the winter it feels like needles on your skin.  

But today, I can enjoy the wind.  Because today I am inside feeling comfortable and warm.  The lights are low.  And the wind is steadily howling.  It makes me feel extra cozy.  And thankful that I don't have to be out it in. 

So in keeping with the wind theme, here's just a reminder of our state song.  

O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A!

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Family

When comparing family trees, Mike and I have some distinct differences.  For example, my immediate family is very small.  It consists of Mom, Dad, and Me. That's it.  I love my parents and get along with them wonderfully, but it is a small family for sure.  Mike's, however is a little bigger.  And I was introduced to them during our first date on September 22, 1996. Well, I take that back, Mike didn't actually introduce me to everyone that day, but he did take me by his Granny's house here in Oklahoma City so I could meet her.  The rest of Mike's family lives in either New Jersey or New York.  He wanted to show me a picture of his parents, brother and sister, and Granny's house had plenty of them proudly displayed on her living room wall.  

Here's the first picture I ever saw of Mike's family:

Isn't Mike cute?

As I was looking at it, Mike whispered, "I look a little different."  And then he began to explain his story.  Mike was born in 1976 in Guadalajara, Mexico.  He was adopted five days later and brought to the United States.  Mike's parents already had a six year old biological son at this time.  But they looked into adoption when they knew they were not going to be able to have other children.  They both have always loved Hispanic culture-- even Mike's older brother (who does not have a Latino bone in his body) is named Juan Carlos-Ricardo.  Look at his picture. Does he look like a Juan?  When they adopted Mike, they named him Michael James.  What irony!  Now, not pictured in the above photo is Mike's younger sister, Rachel.  She was adopted four years after Mike.  She was born in Lawton, Oklahoma and is a beautiful, tall, green-eyed beauty.  

I think Mike took me by his Granny's house that day to get all of that out in the open.  He has spent his life explaining why he doesn't look like the rest of his family and why his last name is not Hispanic sounding (we have a very Irish sounding last name).  And I think he wanted to see my reaction to such a "non-traditional" looking family.  It didn't phase me in the least.  I love it. I love that three children can come from three different starting points, but be put into a family and it just works.  Juan, Mike and Rachel have a great relationship.  I love that our girls are half-Mexican.  And I love that adoption shows how love is not bound to blood relation only.  

Mike's family has grown a lot since that first picture I saw.  Juan is married to an awesome woman, my sister-in-law, Tracy.  And they have four beautiful children:  River, Hailey, Corban and Connor.  And Rachel got married just three years ago to a wonderful man named Juan Pablo (Another Juan just to confuse things! Rachel's Juan is originally from Colombia and we call him by his nickname, Juampa).  They have an amazing little one year old girl named Velda. With our kids thrown in, that makes seven grandkids! 

All three of the couples get along great.  Amazingly great.  We truly all love each other and have a lot of fun together.  I just wish we lived in the same state!  So even though they were all here in Oklahoma this week because we were mourning the passing of a wonderful grandmother, we also celebrated how wonderful it is to have a loving family.

Me, Tracy, Rachel

Playing Bananagrams:  one of our favorites.

The girls out riding their Princess scooters that their Uncle Juan and Aunt Tracy brought them.

Uncle Juan showing Leah how a professional rides a tricycle.

 Mike, Juan, & Rachel

 

Current Numbers In Our Life

In the past six days....

* My husband's beautiful 91 year old grandmother passed on from this life.  She died on Tuesday morning peacefully and with her family by her side.  

* Six of our family members from New Jersey and New York flew in to Oklahoma City including:  Mike's parents, sister, niece, brother and sister-in-law. 

* Four of the six are staying with us at our house.  It's a full house, but a comfortable house.  Being around family, even during a sad time, is so so good.

* We gave our girls a wonderful 4th birthday party.  Eleven of their friends and family came to celebrate, eat cupcakes and open gifts.  Leah screamed when she opened her Belle doll.   Pictures to come soon. 

* We had a Big 12 Championship get together Saturday night as we watched our OU Sooners beat Missouri 62-21.  We're headed to the National Title game on January 8, 2009!  Woo-Hoo!

* Mike's brother and sister-in-law, Juan and Tracy, took our girls to Chuck E. Cheese's for a special surprise.  Mike and I tagged along.  We spent $10 on tokens, played about 15 games of ski ball (most of which Mike won-- he's found a new calling) and ended up with about 4 cheap plastic toys as prizes.  But the girls had a blast, so it was all worth it!  

* We have had a whirlwind of people and activity in our house, but with all of that comes hundreds of laughs, many meaningful conversations, a few tears as we mourned our family's loss, and enough hugs to last until the next time we see each other again.  

Stay on Green

When the girls started preschool this fall, they came home talking about whether or not they had "stayed on green" all day.  At first I didn't pay any attention to that phrase, but I eventually asked their teacher what it meant and discovered that in their classroom, each child has a "stoplight". As long as they have good behavior, they stay on their green light.  If they go to time-out, they change to yellow.  And if they (heaven forbid) go to their red light, the school calls the child's parents.  I was also pleasantly surprised to know that my girls are really concerned about staying on green, and most of the time they exhibit good, obedient behavior. It was a simple, yet effective way of maintaining discipline in the classroom.  And then a light bulb went off in my head.  Why am I not doing this at home?

So with a little bit of construction paper, markers, scissors, stickers and tape, we made up our own "stoplight" system.  It's a little different than what they have at school, but let me tell you-- it works.  At least for now it does.  We'll have to reevaluate if it ever stops working, but for now we're having fewer meltdowns, fewer arguments and an overall happier tone to our day.  Most of the time all I have to do is give them a warning and say, "Do you want to stay on green today?"  

No one make fun of my artwork ok?  Thanks.  =)

Thanksgiving & More

Okay, when I started out with this blog I did not envision myself just giving "weekend updates", but the last few weeks that is all I've managed to write about.  With the the craziness of the season right now, I'm finding it hard to post on a every other day basis (my original goal). Regardless, I'm finding time this morning while the girls are at Mother's Day Out to fit in some blogging and the natural thing to write about is how wonderful our Thanksgiving holiday was. So get ready for some updating.....

Thursday morning we watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade which is a tradition on our home.  The girls loved the appearance of Ariel and Sebastian singing "Under the Sea".  I guess The Little Mermaid is a Broadway show now. Oh man, they'd love to see that one.  Mike and I made our dishes to take to my aunts' house for my family's Thanksgiving meal.  I made a broccoli, cheese and almond casserole and Mike made some incredible baked artichokes covered in lemon juice, garlic, olive oil and breadcrumbs.  So good I tell you.  

After that we headed to my aunt Lindell's to see my family and gorge ourselves with yummy food.  I think there were over 20 people there, and we always have a good time together.  After we ate, we all headed outside for a game of kickball.  I merely observed and took a few photos, but most everyone else (cousins, aunts, uncles) played.  

Hannah ready to go to Lindell's house.  She's holding her favorite animal, "Sneaky" the Leopard.

Leah showing off her new dress and cardigan.  

Kickball in progress.  Isn't the brown winter grass beautiful?

I sure hope they are always thankful for each other.

Hannah running after one of my cousin's dogs.  I love the wind in her hair.

Friday came along and we spent the day decorating for the holidays.  Christmas tree up-- check. Stockings hung-- check.  The girls had such a good time putting up the ornaments this year.  It's the first year they've really been able to help. Friday evening we went to Irma's burger shack with my parents and then had every intention of going to the Oklahoma River Parade.  This event showcases boats all decked out in Christmas lights and decor floating down the Oklahoma River. We ended up getting there too late, but we did get to see the fireworks show. Then faced with a "what to do now?" situation, we turned to the ever popular Bass Pro Outdoor World.  That place is huge!  We walked around for a good hour looking at everything from Santa's workshop to a huge fish tank to stuffed (really stuffed) animals of every shape and size to guns and ammo. 

This place was packed Friday night.

The girls met a Grizzly Bear.  

 I wonder how long they'd last in the wild?

Finally, Saturday and Sunday brought about a calmer, slower pace.  We spent time together at home with the fire going and Christmas tree lights on.  It was so very cozy and needed.  I avoided doing any Christmas shopping yet and instead opted for family time at home.  I know I'll have to get out there soon though.....

Sunday night:  the girls were asleep, fire going, wind howling, Christmas lights on and Tundra basking in the glow.  

She loves to be admired.  

I hope you all had a great holiday as well!

 

Weekend Highlights

This past weekend was a lot of fun.  Mainly because we didn't have to be anywhere at any certain time.  And I think it will be one of the last simple, stay at home kind of weekends left in the year. Between Thanksgiving, the girls' birthday on December 16th (and party on the 6th!), shopping, wrapping, Christmas, and ringing in the New Year, life's going to be crazy!  So this past weekend, we took it easy.  Some of the highlights were.....

* Family Movie Night:  Mike made a pallet on the floor for the girls, popped a big bowl of popcorn, and we all watched the movie Wall-E.  It was the first time for all of us to see it and we all loved it.  The girls are finally getting humor.  They laugh at the appropriate times and that makes me giggle a little too.

* Saturday morning lounging:  We all slept in a bit, then spent some time snuggling, playing doll house, and making waffles for breakfast.  I think we all stayed in our pj's until after noon. It was great.  And I did manage to mop the kitchen floor which always feels like a great accomplishment.

* Saturday night football game:  The girls played "Lion King" on the floor while we watched OU stomp Texas Tech.  We also ordered pizza from one of our favorite places, and while we were driving to pick it up we noticed all kinds of houses with Christmas lights up already! 

* Sunday I wasn't feeling that great,  so we stayed home in the morning.  But by the afternoon I realized that I was going to have to go to the grocery store if we wanted anything to eat in the near future, so off I went.  It was crazy crowded too.  I guess people were mostly shopping for Thanksgiving because I overheard words like "heavy whipping cream", "pie crusts", "cream of mushroom soup", "sweet potatoes" and "pecans" being whispered between husbands and wives shuffling up and down the aisles.  

One random thing also occurred that is worthy of note.  I had placed four pumpkins on our porch back in mid-October to decorate for the fall.  The girls picked all four out:  two big ones (for mommy and daddy) and two little ones (for Hannah and Leah).  Sunday morning we woke up to find all four pumpkins smashed in our cul-de-sac.  They met a violent death, I'm afraid because they had also been slashed to bits with a knife as well as crushed to smithereens.  We all went outside with our big trash bin to clean up the carnage.  The girls were quite irritated that some "meanie person" would do this to us.  I was a little perturbed too I might add.  

Regardless of the pumpkin fiasco, we still had a wonderful, restful weekend.  How about you? What were your weekend highlights?

Bookshelf

Whenever I visit someone's home for the first time, I always like to check out their bookshelves. I think it's a great way to really get to know that person or family.  Sometimes I see books that I've also read which can lead to interesting conversations, or I sometimes see books I've been wanting to read.  Sometimes you can see a leaning toward certain topics or interests like cooking or science fiction or art.  Or you can clearly see a person's favorite author or series.  I just find it fascinating I guess. In keeping with the bookshelf theme, I thought I'd give you a peek at our current bookshelves.  I should clarify, however, that in our office we have two shelves.  A tall, narrow, traditional looking shelf that houses my books.  And then there is a wide, open-backed shelf that is home to all of Mike's books.  We appreciate each other's books, but there is a clear difference in interests!  

Here are my current shelf selections:

 I could read Anne of Green Gables every year. If I could go back in time, I'd live on Prince Edward Island in the early 1900's.  With Matthew and Marilla of course.

The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning was one of the most interesting and challenging books I've read in the last few years.  

I still love young adult fiction.  Fair Weather by Richard Peck and Fever by Laurie Halse Anderson are great reads.  

I really like Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti.  Three and This Present Darkness are two of my favs.  

The two standouts on this shelf are A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini and Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden.  I still find myself daydreaming about them sometimes.  This shelf also has a lot of books I have yet to read.  There's nothing better than a good book and the time to sit and read it!  

Here's a peek at a couple of Mike's shelves:

This one's a little blurry, but you can see a book on one of Mike's favorite artists:  

Jean-Michel Basquiat.

These are some of his favorite design books.  He once told me that if our house is ever on fire and our children and cats are safe, I need to grab this stack of books.  =)

So there you have a glimpse into two of our bookshelves.  Feel free to browse.  Do you have any books worthy of grabbing in a "house on fire" situation?  What are some of your favorites?

Colorado Pics

Today I decided that I needed to clean out my hotmail inbox.  I have a really bad habit of not deleting anything except junk. That means any little note, invite or forward from anyone I remotely know has been saved.  I flipped through 50 pages.  That's right, 50.  It was kind of fun to look back at some of the emails because a few dated back over two years ago.  There was an email from Mike containing the logo designs for P31 bakery-- a short-lived small business venture that my friend Nikki and I had put some thought into.  A note from an old college roommate whom I haven't talked to in years.  And then I found my Colorado pictures from this past January.  One of my dearest friends, Kim, recently moved to Colorado Springs and as an early birthday gift, we sprung for a ticket to fly me out to see her for an extended weekend. Another friend of ours, Susie, was living with Kim at the time, and so the three of us had a fine time indeed.   Here's a look at some of the pics.

Above and below are just me hanging out on some rock in the Garden of the Gods. Breathtaking I might add.  (the scenery, not me so much)

We had to ask another visitor to take this shot under the rock.  That's Kim's sweet little boy Jackson with us.  

Traditional tourist picture spot.

Susie and I at the Broadmoor Hotel contemplating buying $80 fur hats.  We look quite Russian here.

Flower Power at the Broadmoor.

I had never heard of the Odyssey! radio show put on by Focus on the Family, so here's my tribute to it while we visited the headquarters and bookstore.  

We laughed a lot, stayed up way too late talking, and I officially became addicted to Dairy Queen's Chocolate Cherry Blizzard.  Colorado is so pretty!  I forget this since I live in the middle of the flattest part of the country.  I had such a good time that I propose Mike send me away somewhere fun every year. I'm thinking Hawaii, Seattle, New England, Mexico, Europe.....It's just a suggestion.  

Seeing Myself

I had one of those parental moments this week where I saw my child behaving badly, wondered where she got it from, then turned around and did the same thing (sort of), and went Ohhhhhh I get it now.  It was humbling for sure.  Let me explain.

My little Leah is usually very easy going, friendly, and quiet by nature.  But when she thinks of an idea or game or scenario she wants to act out, her plan must go exactly as she sees it in her little head or else a major crying meltdown occurs.  These are few and far between thankfully, but this past Monday we got to experience one big time.  Mike pulled up in the driveway after work and Leah decided she wanted to hide and surprise him.  Well, she scurried around and was looking for a place to hide when Mike walked in and "found" her too early.  She instantly said, "Noooooo, Daddy!!!!!!" and started to scream and cry and absolutely throw a fit. The way she had envisioned that scenario going down was not how it actually happened, and she just lost it.  I thought, "Where does she get this from?  Surely not me!"

Now, fast forward a few hours to me entering the tutoring academy where I work two nights a week.  I casually glanced at my schedule for the evening and saw that a math student had been added to my list.  My eyes must have bugged out because my boss came and asked me if I was okay with the new student.  You see, I signed up to only tutor for English.  Grammar, reading, spelling, writing, etc.  Not math.  I was the kid who passed my math classes only because I had a dad who is a math genius and could help me every night.  I would rather have a few cavities filled than look at an equation!  

So presented with this little "hiccup" in my plan, did I smile and say, "Sure, I'll give it my best try."?  Nope.  I whined and tried to give ten different reasons for why I'm not the best qualified to tutor a child in math.  I didn't throw myself down and scream and cry (thankfully!), but I did throw a rather mild "adult fit."  My boss did a great job of calming me down, and in the end it really wasn't that bad. It's just embarrassing to admit, but I guess I have a hard time adjusting when something pops up on my radar unexpectedly.  

Just like my Leah Bee.

 Now I know who she gets it from.   Can we skip the teenage years please?

 

Baby B

My amazing Baby B:  Hannah Joy.  

Hannah showing her sweet side by bringing me a flower.  
She's got a beautifully independent spirit.  I love that about her.  


A while back I blogged about my my Baby A (Leah).  Today I'm going to focus on my little Baby B. My Hannah Joy.  Also known as Banana, Banana Bread, Nanners, and the infamous Nana Bug. Hannah is my second born, but is just one minute younger than her sister.  As I mentioned before, during my pregnancy, the doctors referred to my babies as "Baby A" and "Baby B".  And like any mother-to-be, I wondered what my babies would look like, act like, and grow up to be.  I quickly discovered that my 6 lb. 3 oz. baby with a ton of black hair would be my spunky little ball of fire.  Hannah is so expressive.  I call her the girl with a thousand faces.  And she loves to act. She'll look at her reflection in the mirror and practice smiling, frowning, crying and acting surprised.  Everything with Hannah can be dramatic.  I always say that when Hannah is upset, you'll hear about it with loud wailing, but when she's happy, her sparking eyes, sweet smile and deep belly laugh will melt your heart.  Hannah loves freely.  Her hugs are strong and meaningful, and she is a great helper.  She is smart, kindhearted, and independent.  I like to describe her as "passionate."  My prayer for my amazing girl is that her passion will be channeled into good things:  loving God and loving others.  Those are two things I hope she never stops being passionate about.  

Spiderwoman.  You can see that she's been working out.

On Friday, I had my special day with Miss Hannah.  Leah spent the night with my mom the night before and they were off doing their own special day.  Our day started at 6:30 in the morning, when Hannah came running into my room to crawl into my bed and snuggle up next to me.  We both fell back asleep and woke up again at 8:00.  Hannah is one of those sleepers who must be touching you somehow at all times.  This can drive me crazy sometimes, but this morning I enjoyed just being close to her, watching her breathe deeply as she slept.  After we got out of bed, we made her favorite breakfast:  pancakes and scrambled eggs.  She helped me mix up the ingredients and she licked her plate clean.  Around 10:30 we drove down to Norman, OK to meet my cousin Katie for lunch.  Hannah was so excited because she loves Katie (a junior at the University of Oklahoma) and she was going to have all the attention to herself-- no sharing with Leah today.  We picked Katie up and headed to a little French sandwich shop/bakery for lunch.  Later we went to Passionberri for dessert.  Hannah practiced her manners and had such a great time.  She especially loved the tour of Katie's sorority house.  

I'm so glad I got to spend some time with her alone.  

Ready to drive to Norman!

At Passionberri.  The sugar high was just kicking in.  

I tell my girls all the time how special they are to me.  I'll say, "You're exactly what I always wanted-- just the way you are!"  And how true that statement is.  I love them both for the things that make them each unique.  And I fall more in love with them each day.

My awesome little family of four.