Wednesday, January 21

Two Months


She's two months.  Two months we've had her home with us, and it honestly feels like we've known this little soul forever.  I am forever thankful to God for the chance to raise this sweet little girl. And Molly, the most caring big sister.   While I was pregnant with Kate, I remember telling Jesse this baby was going to be my saving grace.  I was struggling with my career away from home and felt so ready for three solid months home--with my children.   And I think I've been granted more grace than I could have imagined.  And this sweet little girl is changing me, forcing me to grow as a Mommy. Because now I've got two girls, sisters.   It's the most humbling and gratifying experience.  I really can't quite explain it.  But I know we're all in good hands.

I'll be off enjoying this sweet, smiling face.  She's trying so hard to laugh now, so Molly and I will be busy telling many a joke ;)

Tuesday, December 30


 Sharing some of our Christmas Eve and Christmas Day photos.  It's kind of embarrassing, but I'm barely able to find a chance to catch Kate's little "birthdays" with my iphone camera, let alone get out my real camera for some good pictures.  I'm hoping to adjust to life with two someday...

As you can see, Molly is quite the little charmer.  Or completely unwilling to cooperate.  I'll let you decide.

We had such a nice Christmas.  It's just the best to see family and friends.  I just hate that it seems to all happen at once, and we're always so pressed for time.   Even a few minutes of visiting can lift my spirits, though, so I'm thankful for each short visit.

As you can see, the girls were blessed beyond measure with gifts.  Molly asked for "an Elsa doll that can talk and sing 'Let it Go'" repeatedly.  And now that she's got it, it hasn't stopped talking and singing "Let it Go'.  Yipee!

Christmas Eve mass was so crowded, as always.  So when the priest invited all children to the front for his sermon, we couldn't even see our free-spirited Molly.  At times, I'd see her head pop up and notice a little grin on her face (they were supposed to be sitting quietly and still, listening to the sermon).  I heard some chuckling amongst the congregation, but couldn't relate.  It wasn't until after mass that we learned of Molly sneaking around the alter, around the organ.  Obviously not following the rules, not sitting quietly, not sitting at all!  I whispered to Jesse-  "that's your little free spirit". 
 I think its amazing to watch the soul inside your own children.  Though I see her each and every day, it's still humbling to see her reaction to a crowd.  And I realize that I love the brave girl she's becoming, but mostly:  she is her father.  Through and through.  :)

We're still hanging out in Santa jams, playing Christmas carols, and eating the last of the cookies this week.  It's so nice to be home for the Holidays.

I hope your Christmas Season is as beautiful as ever!

Merry Christmas.

Monday, December 8

Oh Christmas Tree


I have some great memories of annual Christmas Tree hunting.  I hope we'll always be able to do this as a family so Molly and Kate can have these memories, too.  It's not a big task, not a far drive, not much effort really.  But it's always so special.  When we got to the tree farm this year, Molly said "I remember this, they have a BIG bridge!"  And they do.  There's a little creek, bordering the property, so you have to cross a foot bridge to get to the trees.   That girl.  It really is the little things.

I've vowed recently to get in some more pictures, especially now that I have two girls.  Two beautiful souls to nurture.  Two self esteems to uplift.  Two wives in training.  Two mothers to be.  Being female is so wonderful, but I've felt the tough parts too.  And I hope these girls always have acceptance of the beautiful women that God made them to be.   But I realize that has to start with me.  And because I think I never look good enough to be in a picture, or my hair isn't done, or I'm too sleep deprived, I haven't lost the baby weight yet.  There's always something.

But I want to capture now.  The sleepless nights painted on my face.  The baby weight left on my midsection and thighs.  The hair that never was done.   Because I'm home with them these days.  And these really are the good ones.  All too soon, I'll be back to work and long for these days. 

So you'll be seeing some more of me around here :)

Let's hope the Christmas Season is beautiful and slow.