One of the joys of parenthood is watching the children grow and develop. Each of our kids is so unique in interest, abilities, etc. We have always known that Sarah Clare is the family artist. She is constantly creating...something. This post will serve as a reminder to us that we've known this all along......when she asks to be an "art" major in college, we can look back on this with a deep breath...and then ask her if she is crazy. How will she ever make a living???
Maybe someone will pay her to: make a glitter glue project, pick a bouquet of flowers (weeds), play with her stuffed animal dog (make him bones, and a clothes line to hang his clothes on --out of ribbon, chip clips and a basket), make a light and bright creation, do puzzles, mae a musical ensemble of a guitar, cymbals, and a maraca (meaning make the actual instruments...think saran wrap, blocks, rubberbands, and paperclips), do a dance from ballet, etc. This is what she has accomplished so far today and it is only 2 pm!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
A blessed life
The big kids (dad included) were out running errands, while Sean and I had some lunch and "jammed" out to some tunes. He loves to dance! I put on a CD containing the song from our wedding (which sadly, I don't think I've listened to in about 7 years). Patrick wasn't home to dance with, so Sean and I got up and danced together. And then the tears started (I am a woman....). I am so thankful for this blessed life with which the Lord has blessed me. The words to the song fit as perfectly for a tiny son, as for a big husband. They are the answer to a prayer from up above.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
memory work
Should I worry because I just got demolished by a 5 year old and a 7 year old in a game of Memory? The kids chuckled as I repeatedly picked the same two cards on 3 consecutive turns. accidentally. I simply could not remember where cards were. In fact, after awhile, they all started to look the same. Pizza, hotdogs, dollies, butterflies......If this keeps up, I will not remember the kids' names or my address in approximately a week.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Lost in Translation
Three hours after returning home Sean says, "Thank you Mama, Nemo park. I touch water."
Now let me translate to tell you what he really means.......
Dear Mother and Father dearest,
Thank you ever so much for taking my siblings and I to the Florida Aquarium. Especially on this overcrowded Labor Day when everyone and their uncle had the same idea. I am impressed by dad's strength as he managed to hold me as I hovered over the stingray aquarium for at least 15 minutes while I decided if I was brave enough to put my hands in the water. ( I was). Thank you for holding me, chasing me, pushing me in the stroller, and most amazingly, not losing me, or Luke, or Sarah during the journey. Thank you for occassionally slowing us down enough to read some interesting facts, so that the adventure was educational as well as a speed race for completion. Thank you for the yummy grilled cheese sandwhich lunch that was ridiculously expensive. If it makes you feel better, I'll say it was the best grilled cheese EVER! The best part of the day was playing in the cool water park (which it was). While you two adults roasted in the sun, while chasing us around, we were ever so cool playing with the other 1 million kids--many of whom were unsupervised, I'm sure. Thank you for taking the time to teach me to wait my turn on the water slide, even though it required you to get soaked while I learned. Thank you for running us through the parking lot as the usual afternoon thunderstorm rolled through---we hit this thunderstorm at the perfect moment, because you were so generous to spend additional time at that same old stingray tank before leaving.
Thanks for letting me see Nemo at the aquarium, I'll remember it in my two year old brain for at least the next 3 hours. If you would have brought the camera to catch the day on film, I could have remembered it forever. But you forgot the camera, didn't you Mom. It's ok. I had fun.
Love, Sean
Now let me translate to tell you what he really means.......
Dear Mother and Father dearest,
Thank you ever so much for taking my siblings and I to the Florida Aquarium. Especially on this overcrowded Labor Day when everyone and their uncle had the same idea. I am impressed by dad's strength as he managed to hold me as I hovered over the stingray aquarium for at least 15 minutes while I decided if I was brave enough to put my hands in the water. ( I was). Thank you for holding me, chasing me, pushing me in the stroller, and most amazingly, not losing me, or Luke, or Sarah during the journey. Thank you for occassionally slowing us down enough to read some interesting facts, so that the adventure was educational as well as a speed race for completion. Thank you for the yummy grilled cheese sandwhich lunch that was ridiculously expensive. If it makes you feel better, I'll say it was the best grilled cheese EVER! The best part of the day was playing in the cool water park (which it was). While you two adults roasted in the sun, while chasing us around, we were ever so cool playing with the other 1 million kids--many of whom were unsupervised, I'm sure. Thank you for taking the time to teach me to wait my turn on the water slide, even though it required you to get soaked while I learned. Thank you for running us through the parking lot as the usual afternoon thunderstorm rolled through---we hit this thunderstorm at the perfect moment, because you were so generous to spend additional time at that same old stingray tank before leaving.
Thanks for letting me see Nemo at the aquarium, I'll remember it in my two year old brain for at least the next 3 hours. If you would have brought the camera to catch the day on film, I could have remembered it forever. But you forgot the camera, didn't you Mom. It's ok. I had fun.
Love, Sean
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