May 20, 2010

Oh Baby!

Why do babies have to grow up so fast?  Pete turned 3 over the weekend.  To celebrate he went camping with Nate and Jake at the Fathers and Sons campout.  It was his first time camping, and he had a ball. Then on Saturday we had a little family get-together with pizza and cake and ice cream. 

Pete is such a fun kid. I have the luxury of spending my days with him and I love it. We get to play every day.  I won’t lie, he makes it hard for me to get any real work done around the house. That is okay though, because he is growing up too quickly.

Here are some pictures of Pete from when he was born until he was a couple months old. I know that to most people my little 2 1/2 lb baby may look a little alien-ish or whatever, but I think he was adorable and perfect.

These pictures are from his first year. First Halloween, first Christmas, the Bumbo which was a big part of our life.

He is always entertaining us with his goofy ideas. I’m sure it helps that he has all of us as a very willing audience.

This is one of my favorite pictures of him. I love his eyes and his cute chubby cheeks.

Like I said before, we spend our days together and as you can see he is oh so very helpful with the tasks such as dishes. Most of the time I love it, except when I am in a hurry :)

This picture totally captures my happy, sweet Pete.

There have been several chances recently for me to think about the blessing of being a mom. I remember pretty much the whole time I was growing up my mom had a stitchery hanging in our house. I didn’t comprehend the significance of the words then but, over the last few years I have thought back over those words several times.  It was part of a poem called “Babies Don’t Keep” by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton.  The last stanza says “The cleaning and scrubbing can wait ‘till tomorrow, But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep! I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.”

There have been so many times over the last 3 years I’ve wished I could make time stand still. But my babies keep growing in spite of my yearning for them to stop. How do you ever capture enough moments?

I am so grateful for the opportunity I have to be a Mom. It is one of the hardest jobs, but nothing could make me happier. 

Happy Birthday Pete!  I love you!


May 6, 2010

It’s About Time

Okay folks.  I know, it is about time for my once-a-quarter blog post.  Here is the deal.   I know that last time I blogged I was sad because I couldn’t find the cable to my camera.  Well, the lucky woman that I am, hubby got me a new one!  Guess what…can’t find it.  I KNOW!!  Can you believe it!?!  Being the organizationally-challenged individual that I am I have now lost 2 cables in the last 4 months. 

It wouldn’t be so bad except we went to Disneyland and all the pictures from Disneyland are on the camera to which the cable is missing.  I am really pretty bugged, if in fact you couldn’t tell.  So, the Disneyland post will have to wait.  On to other things.

I have a friend named Julie.  I have been friends with Julie since high school.  In fact, I think I survived high school because of Julie.  Julie and I went to different universities, we lived hours away at times and there have been large breaks between us talking, but it never fails to amaze me, when we get together it is like no time has passed at all.  We just get each other, you know?  No pretense, no watching what we say, afraid we might offend.  It is just easy. 

Lately I have missed Julie.  I have called her a few times when I have been thinking about her, and frankly it has been times when we have both really needed to talk.  We finally found a chance to get together and had a great time.

Not only did we get together, but our youngest boys played for the first time (that they would remember) and they loved it.  They were hilarious together. 

We went to Farm Country at Thanksgiving Point.  My sissies and Mom came too.  Yes, the triplets were there!  It was so fun.  It was a perfect day.  The only problem is that perfect days end too. 

I really hope I don’t let so much time and so many missed opportunities pass before I see my friend again.  Seeing her made my heart happy.


Pete showing us the pony.


Pete and Julie’s son Porter


 Maddie, one of Ju’s triplets


Molly,  another of the triplets


Hunter, the last of the triplets


Pete and Nat’s son McCoy looking at the horses