Every Morning

Every morning, sometime between four and six, Evie starts to cry.  I bring her to our bed and feed her.  Sometimes she goes right back to sleep; sometimes she kicks her legs and flaps her arm for a good half hour and then falls asleep.  Either way, this is the face I wake up to almost every morning.  How lucky am I?

So pretty, even as she sleeps.

Surprise Fan

Somebody came to Sam's t-ball game for a surprise visit...

No, it wasn't Gram or Pops.  He knew they would be there.

It was Uncle Andrew!  Tee-hee!

A former t-ball player himself, Uncle Andrew knows just how to cheer-on a group of four-year-old ball players.

We were so glad Andrew came to this game, because Sam won the game ball.  You can see him peeking over at us in one of the photos.  I'm sure he was wondering if Andrew was watching...

 After he got the game ball, Sam ran over to us and tossed the ball over by the dugout.  We told him it was his ball to keep.  He said "No fanks, I have a ball".  We insisted it was a special ball awarded to him for a job well done and he burst into tears.  He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.  Loudly.  Poor Coach was a little uncomfortable, and probably confused as well.  We're thinking Sam was a little overwhelmed by all his visitors and trying to figure out this "game ball" business was a little much for him.

But it was nothing a trip to the donut shop and the playground couldn't cure!  Thanks for visiting, Uncle Andrew!

Muv-er's Day Tea

Sam and his classmates treated their moms to the nicest Mother's Day Tea this year.  When we arrived, we were escorted to our chair by our kiddos where we found presents, special place settings, a beautiful flower lei to wear, and handmade centerpieces.

Sam brought me some 7-Up that was in a pretty stemmed glass with raspberries.  We snacked on fancy bundt cakes, opened our presents (a handmade stepping stone for the garden), and listened to the kids recite Psalm 139, which they had worked on for a while.

Sam was so excited.  He'd been talking about it for weeks.  It was such a special day!

Her Things: Five Months

Now that we're pulling out some of Sam's old baby toys for Evelyn to use, we're starting to reminisce more about when he played with them as a baby.  They grow so fast their things don't stay their things for very long, yet they're a big part of each stage of their life.

Here are Evelyn's things at the moment - the items that are part of her everyday...

Black & White Beach

Sam and Evie and I took a picnic lunch to the beach Friday.  Just to be clear, by "picnic" I mean Sonic popcorn chicken, and by "beach" I mean the oversized sandbox that runs alongside a part of Lake Lewisville.  Nothing fancy, but still a fun outing.  I dressed him in this cute new shirt Granny gave him thinking I might get some colorful spring photos of him playing in the sand or climbing at the playground.   The blue in the shirt is so pretty, but for some reason, things just weren't jiving with the grass, the flowery-weed things he was picking and the sand he was jumping into once I pulled it all up on the computer to process.  Maybe it's because it was such a dark, cloudy day, these just lent themselves to moody black-and-whites.  Unexpected, but I like them.  We'll have to try cute kid in cute shirt photos again on a sunny day.  There will  plenty of those to come before we know it.

(by the way...this is my 400th post - oh my!)

Dinner Distraction

I was sauteing chicken for dinner the other night when I went to check on Evelyn in her Pack-n-Play.  She looked so pretty, I had to grab my camera.  I ended up snapping longer than I should have, but surprisingly, I didn't burn the chicken.  Phew!  It would've been worth it, though, even if I had...just look at this gorgeous girl!

Deep, Deep Down

Sam sang a new song for me on the way to the car after school Thursday.  I asked him for an encore once we were all buckled in so that I could get some video.  He was happy to oblige.  He sings with such enthusiasm, it's a little hard to understand everything he's saying. Allow me to translate:

"I've got joy, down in my heart
Deep, deep down in my heart.
My Jesus put it there
And nothing can destroy it, destroy it, destroy it
(Ugh!)
I've got joy, down in my heart
Deep, deep down in my heart."



Over She Goes

Evelyn first rolled on Easter Sunday, in her crib at about four in the morning.  She'd been rolling onto her side for a few days, clearly working really hard to roll all the way over.  Such a determined little girl!  As soon as she made it onto her tummy, she cried for someone to help her.  I think she got there and didn't know what to do next!  It was strange to go in her room and see her in her crib on her tummy as she'd only ever slept on her back up to this point.  Now she sleeps on her side or her tummy all the time at night.  She looks so cute when we go in to check on her.

It wasn't as easy getting this series of images as I thought it would be.  I had to empty out her room of all the furniture that isn't bolted to the wall, and lay on the floor on my stomach and wait.  And wait and wait and wait.  I felt like a wildlife photographer, hiding in the bushes, waiting to catch an image of little Evie in her natural habitat.  We had already taken a bunch of photos right before we tried the rolling shots, and she was definitely running low on energy.  She kept rolling on her left side, getting red in the face trying to push over, then falling again onto her back like a frustrated turtle.  You can see her red, fussy face in her mid-roll photos, and her happy, proud face in the last two!  Finally!  We did it!

Our Girl

Just some photos of our girl, having fun playing in her room...  

Sweet, chubby baby hands, chewing on Giraffe

She's so into her knee today. 

Every time I look at her she's checking it out - like she just discovered she has one 

and thinks it's the coolest thing.  Silly girl.

Upside-down Evie, her gaze following Brother all around the room.

Our girl.

Fearfully and Wuhn-fully Made


As soon as Sam and I got in the car yesterday after school, he asked me if I wanted to hear a Psalm.  I thought he said "song', so it took me a second to figure out what he was doing when he started reciting (almost yelling) "Lord you know what's in my heart".  I watched him in the rearview mirror as he rattled off the rest of Psalm 139 at lightning-speed.  I was so impressed with how much he'd memorized and how well he spoke.  I asked him if he would do it for me again today so I could record it for all the grandparents to hear and luckily he agreed.  After I stopped recording he informed me that Psalm 139 does not have an amen at the end!  Sorry...