Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Missing Face

I wrote this post a few days ago.  It was very nice and sentimental.  Devin looked at it when he got home from work that evening, and he said to me (paraphrasing, of course) "This is a very nice post, honey. But I notice that of all these pictures of people you love, I am not in any of them."  So I said something clever like about how I wanted to put a picture of him on there, but the only picture we took while my family was here he would have hated and blah blah blah.

So I'm fixing that now.  Because of course I love this face. Of course I want this face to be with me in heaven.  This is the face that I would follow anywhere, to the Netherlands when I'm pregnant, or to the side of the Mississippi in Iowa, or to *gasp* Nebraska.  This is the face that my babies stream around corners shouting and laughing to see every day at approximately 5:45.  This is the face that I hope to watch grow old alongside me.

Well, that's that. Love you Mister.

AND I would like to point out that there are many, many people that I dearly love whose pictures were not represented on that post.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

If Only

If only my life were filled like this all the time, overflowing with people I love.

See those socks I'm wearing? My Stacy gave me those socks, and I wore them when Hallie was born, and I wore them when Hanna was born. I think it's safe to say that they are my favorite socks.
If I could have one wish it would be to pack my life with the people I love, all the time.  I would bring in all grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, my brothers and their lovely, beautiful wives, my sister and her (some complimentary adjective) husband, and of course, my friends.   I'd want friends from all parts of my life, those ones whose faces are a little blurry from having only seen them once or twice in the past decade, but whose names are like warm blankets, the memory of knowing that you were loved for the first time outside of your family. 

When I was in fourth grade, and preparing to move again, I used to dream of a neighborhood full of the people I had known and loved up to that point in my life.  I've since had this discussion with other friends of mine, how nice it would be to just congregate all in one place the people you hold dear and live out your lives feeling safe and secure.

And I truly can't believe it has taken me this long to figure it out, but it just now occurs to me that this is the appeal of heaven.  And while I hope I have another strong sixty, seventy years down here, I'm happy knowing that someday this vision of mine will come true.

 And, for no other reason than that it is just so funny, this is my niece Jill "closing her eyes."  I'm not kidding. She thinks her eyes are closed. It makes me laugh every single time. It really never gets old.  Never.
And this is Hallie, trying to mimic a face I had made earlier.  Also never gets old.  My sister told her this is what she should do if a boy tries to kiss her. Yikes.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Peas, a Dog, and Shallwe

They're just three peas in a pod.  And their dog.

I'm not sure which one thought to cover up the doggy, but I'm certain he appreciated it.

Thanks for coming to visit us, Jill Bean and Shallwe*!  It was so good to see you.  (In the swing Daniel is showing off the blanket I made him.  That's blanket number one with invisible thread.  Number two is still in the works.)

*We were all sitting at the dinner table.  Daniel was fussing. My mother had finished eating, so she took Daniel from my sister and said, "Let's take a walk, shall we?" and Hallie looked up from her meal and said, "Do you call him Shallwe?"  Hallie then continued to remind Grandma all week that she calls him "Shallwe".  Isn't that a great story?

Monday, March 7, 2011

A Housewife's Work

is never done, am I right?

All day sweeping the kitchen floor, rearranging the silverware, pulling things out of bathroom cabinets, changing clothes four times a day, running around naked periodically in between changes, drawing on the walls... I think you know what I'm saying.  There just aren't enough hours.

It is so exhausting.  Happy MONDAY!!

Thursday, March 3, 2011


We are told pretty much our whole lives not to brag.  Pride goeth before the fall and that whole thing.  But sometimes, sometimes I really like hearing about other people's awesome accomplishments.  It makes me happy to hear people talk about something hard that they've done that made them feel really good about themselves.  And, sometimes, I'll admit, I wish that it were socially, morally, politically, acceptable for me to shout from the rooftops all the things that I've done that made me feel like a rock star.

A few days ago my sister sent me a picture of herself.  Her baby boy was born exactly a month early, and my sister put together a little photo collage of herself at various stages of the pregnancy, which now included a shot of the baby himself.  In the email with the picture she wrote something that said, and I paraphrase, "I'm really proud of myself, but I don't want to blog about it because I don't want to brag, but I thought you wouldn't mind if I showed you."

And as I looked at this picture of my sister I was bursting.  Absolutely button popping proud of my little sister for how good she looked, and I knew it was because of how hard she had worked.  She went to the gym and ran at least mile just about every day of her pregnancy, and that's not easy - especially when you factor in the Jill Beans, as Hallie calls her.  So here's to your hard work, dedication, good eating habits, and a fair amount of good genetics.  You look great sister.  I'm bragging for you.

Which brings me to my point.  Let's have a little BRAGGfest, shall we?  Let's take a moment to celebrate "Being Really Awesome Girls (or) Guys."  Tell me what you've done lately that made you feel good about yourself.  What have you worked hard to accomplish and wish you could tell someone about, but are worried they'll think you're bragging?  I promise I won't think you're bragging, I'll just think you're BRAGGing.  See?

Don't be shy now.  This is not a competition, so don't worry about what other people may have done, except to pat them on the back and say, "Hey - well done friend. Well done."  I'm so excited to pat you on the back.