Showing posts with label Wordless Wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wordless Wednesday. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Walking on Water
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So maybe not the miracle of Jesus walking on water, but you know it's cold when the geese are walking on top of the pond in the south!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Our first Big Boo-Boo
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This morning started out much like many other mornings in our household with a pile of laundry and the baby sitting on the bed while the toddler runs around in her pajama top and training panties. I always knew this day would probably come at some point. Elena has inherited her Daddy's high activity level with her Mommy's lack of coordination. NOT the best of combinations! She falls all the time and has bumped her head and scratched her knees more times than I can count. Today was much like all those other times with one major exception...the non-stop flow of blood pouring from her eye.
When I heard the scream behind me, I knew she fell and probably hit her head (this time it was on the window sill in our bedroom). As usual, I scooped her up and held her tight telling her it was O.K. It wasn't until I pulled her away from me to inspect the boo-boo that I noticed the blood all over her face, hair, hand, shirt and me. I'll admit, I did panic a bit, just because I wasn't sure how to handle getting everything together for a trip to the ER while applying the pressure I needed to to stop the bleeding. I managed to calmly place a call to my husband's cell phone to explain Elena had fallen and would need stitches. He was there within 10 minutes of my call. He held her while I got dressed, threw some things in a bag, got pants & socks on Elena, and fastened Kate into the car seat.
Three hours and some liquid stitches and butterfly sutures later, we were celebrating Elena's great behavior in the ER with Starbucks for Mommy & Daddy and a Hardees cinnamon-raisin biscuit for Elena. Throughout the entire ordeal, I couldn't help but wonder how a single mom or mom who doesn't have someone close by to help does it. Though we live farther away from family, my husband works two miles from our home and has a boss who is extremely understanding of family emergencies. I honestly don't know what I would have done were he not able to be there to drive us to the hospital and watch the baby.
Though she may have a scar for the rest of her life, and she'll probably get a few more along the way, Elena is just fine right now. She's so proud of her "band-aid" and lucky for Mommy, she wants to keep it on. So now I get to write on that page in her baby book that says, Boo-boos (broken bones, stitches, etc.).
Baby girl, Mommy is so sorry you got her clumsiness! At least I can be here for you and understand how tough it is to be athletically challenged!
This morning started out much like many other mornings in our household with a pile of laundry and the baby sitting on the bed while the toddler runs around in her pajama top and training panties. I always knew this day would probably come at some point. Elena has inherited her Daddy's high activity level with her Mommy's lack of coordination. NOT the best of combinations! She falls all the time and has bumped her head and scratched her knees more times than I can count. Today was much like all those other times with one major exception...the non-stop flow of blood pouring from her eye.
When I heard the scream behind me, I knew she fell and probably hit her head (this time it was on the window sill in our bedroom). As usual, I scooped her up and held her tight telling her it was O.K. It wasn't until I pulled her away from me to inspect the boo-boo that I noticed the blood all over her face, hair, hand, shirt and me. I'll admit, I did panic a bit, just because I wasn't sure how to handle getting everything together for a trip to the ER while applying the pressure I needed to to stop the bleeding. I managed to calmly place a call to my husband's cell phone to explain Elena had fallen and would need stitches. He was there within 10 minutes of my call. He held her while I got dressed, threw some things in a bag, got pants & socks on Elena, and fastened Kate into the car seat.
Three hours and some liquid stitches and butterfly sutures later, we were celebrating Elena's great behavior in the ER with Starbucks for Mommy & Daddy and a Hardees cinnamon-raisin biscuit for Elena. Throughout the entire ordeal, I couldn't help but wonder how a single mom or mom who doesn't have someone close by to help does it. Though we live farther away from family, my husband works two miles from our home and has a boss who is extremely understanding of family emergencies. I honestly don't know what I would have done were he not able to be there to drive us to the hospital and watch the baby.
Though she may have a scar for the rest of her life, and she'll probably get a few more along the way, Elena is just fine right now. She's so proud of her "band-aid" and lucky for Mommy, she wants to keep it on. So now I get to write on that page in her baby book that says, Boo-boos (broken bones, stitches, etc.).
Baby girl, Mommy is so sorry you got her clumsiness! At least I can be here for you and understand how tough it is to be athletically challenged!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Wordless Wednesday: Flamango?
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I love that my little girl eats fruit. Most days, she would rather have fruit than candy (though she DEFINITELY has her mommy and daddy's sweet tooth). She brings so much joy to my life with her silly little words and independence. It's amazing to see how fast she grows. Last night, my husband brought out a pair of pajamas to dress her for bed and I said, "those are going to be WAY too big for her!" He tried them on her anyway and I was shocked to see that not only did they fit, but they were almost too small. Her growth was magnified this morning when she saw her "flamangos" in the fruit bowl on my kitchen counter and reached up and plucked one for herself. This is her "look what I did" grin (when she does something she's proud of but thinks she might also be in trouble for it).
What is a "Flamango?" you may ask...well, that's my two-year-old's word for Mango.
I love that my little girl eats fruit. Most days, she would rather have fruit than candy (though she DEFINITELY has her mommy and daddy's sweet tooth). She brings so much joy to my life with her silly little words and independence. It's amazing to see how fast she grows. Last night, my husband brought out a pair of pajamas to dress her for bed and I said, "those are going to be WAY too big for her!" He tried them on her anyway and I was shocked to see that not only did they fit, but they were almost too small. Her growth was magnified this morning when she saw her "flamangos" in the fruit bowl on my kitchen counter and reached up and plucked one for herself. This is her "look what I did" grin (when she does something she's proud of but thinks she might also be in trouble for it).
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Wordless Wednesday: Tummy Time
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Lately, I just can't get enough of my little Kate...She is such a sweet little soul! Unlike her big sister, she LOVES tummy time! She's content just laying with her little head turned to the side grinning at me. She does love her reflection in the mirror, but her favorite is when she sees mine smiling back at her, also. I took a similar picture of Elena at this age also. It was neat to capture Kate in a comparable position. I LOVE MY GIRLS!
Lately, I just can't get enough of my little Kate...She is such a sweet little soul! Unlike her big sister, she LOVES tummy time! She's content just laying with her little head turned to the side grinning at me. She does love her reflection in the mirror, but her favorite is when she sees mine smiling back at her, also. I took a similar picture of Elena at this age also. It was neat to capture Kate in a comparable position. I LOVE MY GIRLS!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Morning with Kate
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I was blessed to have one of those mornings where my two-year-old wakes up early but willingly goes back down. Rarely does she sleep past 7, but this morning she slept until 8:30. I get to spend a lot of bonding time with my five-month-old during the night, but there's just something about a happy baby in the morning (much better than a fussy baby in the middle of the night). Since Elena decided to sleep in this morning, my little Katie-bug and I had sweet mommy-baby time. Here's my not-so-wordless-Wednesday shot of her; my sweet little love!
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