Because I had to

I know we are all extremely busy these days. Between my husband, kids, housekeeping, laundry, spending time in the Word, cooking, exercising, and my little part-time job, my days are completely full. Occasionally though, I see something (usually while blog surfing) that I just have to try. These little guys were too cute not to attempt.


I made them for Abby's Thanksgiving lunch at PDO. She dressed up as a pilgrim.

But she was more than happy to let her dad wear her costume.

Tiny at 2 months?

The answer to that question is no. On Grant's two month birthday he moved up to 3-6 month clothing and size 2 diapers.

He had his two month check-up today. He weighed 12 pounds and measured 23 and 1/4 inches (both 60th percentile). He looked and sounded great according to his doctor. He is starting to smile a lot and sleeping 6-7 hours at night. He says he is ready to see both sets of his grandparents next week. He is also looking forward to meeting two aunts, one uncle, and three cousins.

24 hours

24 hours is the amount of time since Grant had his last bottle. Praise God! This little boy is nursing like a champ.

He (and his mom) is quite happy with himself.

G is for Grown-up

Zach and Calyn decided a few months ago that they want to be donut cookers when they grow up. Last Friday they were given the opportunity to dress up as donut cookers for school when they studied the letter G and got to dress up as grown ups for the day.

We started the morning with a trip to Krispy Kreme to pick up their props (donuts).


The Krispy Kreme employees were so impressed with their aspiration and costumes that they gave us a quick tour of the donut machines and walked us through the donut making process.

They even offered to let the twins come back later (we were running late for school) to take more photos and dip donuts in chocolate.

Z and C of course got their free, hot donut and we headed to school.

Zach and Calyn provided the days snack for their class courtesy of Krispy Kreme.

The other students wanted to be a doctor, momma, preacher, scientist, handy man, football player, and home depot employee.

Thanks to all the Krispy Kreme employees and the kind manager who gave us the tour. KK also donated the two dozen donuts to Z and C's class.

One-up

I am not much for one-upping my friends, but I think this experience with Abby one-ups the Annerson pooping in the tub story posted by my friend Leah.
Recently I was taking a shower and waiting for Tim to bring Grant to shower with me. As I was scrubbing I heard Tim say, "Oh Abby" in the tone that just tells you something bad has happened. Little Miss Abby had pooped in her diaper (she was not poopy when I started my shower). She then proceeded to take off her poopy diaper and slide all the way down the stairs that lead to our bedroom. I graciously allowed Tim to clean up the mess as I lingered in the shower with Grant. But if you happen to visit our house in the near future and feel the need to go up to our bedroom, I would wear shoes. I'm just sayin'.

Tough

Another tough anniversary has arrived-one year since the death of my sweet sister-in-law Susan. But as tough as it is for Tim and I, it is infinitely harder on her husband, Chris, and son, Evan. Will you please pause and lift them up in prayer? Please also lift up my in-laws, John and Terry, Tim's brother and wife, Pete and Emilie, and Tim's brother, Jeff as this anniversary is also hard for them. One more request: please also pray for Susan's brother, Andrew. He lost both parents to cancer and then Susan in just a few short years.

Thanks.

I miss Susan a lot. We often went weeks without talking but had the type of friendship where we would catch-up in minutes on the phone and then talk about nothing for over an hour. I find myself wishing that I could call her for advice (both in child rearing and scrapbooking) or wanting to share with her a funny story. I loved going to Chicago. We always stayed with Susan and she went out of her way to welcome us and keep us busy. I hate to think of going to visit and not having her there.

Susan was a great wife, mom, and friend. These pictures are old (Evan is now five) but they are some of my favorites. Susan was always smiling.