Marching on

It’s been a little hectic lately. We’ve been go-go-going every weekend for months now. It’s all good stuff; visiting grandparents, weekly get-togethers with friends, and long & fun days at mom & dad’s. I’m sure more of that is to come with pool season upon us! Coming up we’ve got another marathon of a weekend. Bible Study in Brighton on Friday night, spending the night for strawberry jam making on Saturday, leaving Sophie there to spend Sat. night while Kev & I come home, only to jet off on Sun. afternoon to Lansing for the U2 concert with Peyton & Bethany. Steph will be bringin Sophie back home on Sunday night and spending the night with her at our house, since we won’t be back until the wee hours. Mimi of course is overjoyed that Sophie gets 2 nights of sleepovers 😀

A few weeks ago we went out to visit Mom’s parents. Grandpa had found (of course) a scooter perfect for Sophie-with 2 small wheels on the back so she can balance better. She also got Grandpa to climb into the boat on two separate visits. I love these pictures of Grandpa, and they will be treasured forever!

Sidenote: I’m mourning the tragic loss of those adorable fishy shorts. They were destroyed in a devastating crayon-in-dryer accident. Despite the valiant efforts of Mom & myself to save them with WD-40, dishsoap, and oxyclean, it was not meant to be. They lived a short, but beautiful life.

 

In the hustle & bustle we seized an opportunity to get some professional pictures taken of our family, and I’m so glad that we did. Check out our beauty.

I’ll have to post the rest when Kev gets our internet at home up & working. He installed an update a few weeks ago that messed up the internet connection on the Mac side, so we were using the internet on the Windows side. But in an attempt to fix the problem (but it didn’t work), he reinstalled the entire operating system but hasn’t put Windows back on, thus…no internet on the computer. Thank goodness we can still access through our iPhones 🙂

Had a soccer game last night and I think I really messed up my achilles tendon on my left ankle. It’s not swollen, but it is so sore. By the end of the game, I was unable to sprint. I did score a pretty fantastic goal though, so the game wasn’t totally awash. Today I’m hobbling around and we have our regularly scheduled weekly game tonight. I’m in for a game of pain, methinks.

Well, time marches on and Sophie is changing. She’s talking in sentences now, and busting out some lines that throw me for a loop. Like this one. Here’s a replay of an interesting conversation I had with her the other day while in Meijer:

Sophie: Chocolate milk! Look, Mama! Chocolate milk!

Me: Yep, there it is. How do you know about chocolate milk? (we never buy it)

Sophie: I drank it while I was in Mommy’s belly.

What?! Where in the world did she come up with that? Truth be told, I did drink a lot of chocolate milk while I was pregnant.  I’m thinking they must have been talking about babies in Mommies’ bellies at daycare or something, but who knows. Kids say funny things and I’m sure this is only the beginning!

Ok…one more:

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Sophie is 1!

One year ago, we started on a journey.

She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

A lot can change in a year. I had no idea what I was in for. No idea of the night wakings, or the way her cry would pierce my heart and I’d do anything to make her happy. No idea that someone so tiny could change a life in such a BIG way. No idea how much I could love someone. No idea that someone so beautiful could be mine!

She grew and changed. Learned to hold her head up, roll over, babble and coo, smile, laugh, crawl, and pull up to standing. Soon she’ll be walking on her own. She’s incredible-a miracle.

Sometimes it blows my mind to think that Kevin and I are responsible for this little life. It’s up to us to guide her and teach her to love Jesus, be a good friend, always help others, and to make good choices. But having her with us has become second nature. When we’re alone, just the two of us, it sometimes feels like someone is missing.

Happy Birthday Sophie Joy!

A few days late, but Sophie is 11 Months :)

Here she is, my sweet little one! So close to a year old.

I’ll save all my sappy words about how big she is, how amazing she is, for her big birthday post in a month. For now I’ll say this-she is wonderful and perfect and I love her so much.

Sophie blows me away each day with all of her firsts. Each day I notice that she is understanding what I say to her more and more. Her movements are becoming more and more “toddler-like” and less and less “baby-like”. She pulls up effortlessly, will “walk” assisted, makes valiant attempts at her favorite wooden puzzle, and is even starting to “get” the shape sorter. She babbles constantly, points at everything, claps when she’s happy, says “oooooooohhhhh!” when she sees something she likes, and says “mmmmmmmm” when she tastes something yummy 🙂

We have gotten into a great groove. We wake up, nurse, and play. Play, play, play! She eats a relatively yummy yogurt/applesauce/oatmeal mix for breakfast (and of course she has to have her Cheerios). Lately, I’ve been having to do quite a bit of “work” to get her down for a nap-lots of rocking, butt-patting, standin’ and swayin’. But it’s worth it, I will not let her cry. I know that part of this change in nap patterns is due to the fact that she’s so active and would much rather be playing-she just doesn’t want to slow down to nap. So I send her off to dreamland with lots of cuddles and love. Thankfully, she still goes down pretty easily at night. But, I digress…back to our “groove”. During her nap, I work out, shower, and get ready for work. On a great nap day I manage to eat lunch before she wakes up. Then, we nurse, play a bit, I get her lunch ready for daycare, and we’re off. Her to daycare, and me to work. Once the weather is springish we’ll be out the door early to go running so we’re back in time for her nap. She’s usually sleeping when I get home from work, so I make dinner, wake her up to eat dinner, and goes down for the night around 8:30pm.

You may find the above paragraph totally boring and that’s ok. That was really written more for me to remember what we do. This blog has evolved into a lot of things over the years, not the least of which is documenting my baby’s sweet little life. I want to remember these sorts of details. So I document. And remember. And when I read this a year from now, or 10 years from now, I’ll have a smile on my face, remembering these perfectly wonderful days with my Sophie Joy.

So, Happy 11 Months Little Girl. Keep Growing! Mama and Daddy love you so much.
P.S. I have not forgotten about how I left you hanging the other day. My post is coming to reveal my latest book!

Summer Memories

In response to Di’s post on her 17th summer. Inspired by our viewing of 17 Again.

I worked at this expensive (but oh-so-delicious)”frozen custard” shop. It’s not ice cream. It’s custard, get it right or pay the price. My one main memory of the summer was when I had just got done sweeping the floor and my manager came back with the broom and said (accusingly)”I thought you swept the floor?”, as she then proceeded to sweep it again. Fine, butthole, if I don’t sweep well enough for you, why don’t you just do it in the first place?

Other than that, I remember running a ton. We’d meet early in the morning for cross country practice starting in July, and members of the guys team would come to the HS parking lot (at 7:30am!) just to drive around us in a circle blasting “Sexual Healing” as we were waiting for people to arrive. This guy also had a “spoiler” on the back of his car made out of Code Red boxes. As you (Diana) would say “Winner winner chicken dinner”.

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Last night, after the Biggest Loser had ended, Kara and Steph had left, and Kev was watching Law & Order (sometimes I don’t like to watch that show because it is disturbing) I decided that I’d do something that I’ve been meaning to do for quite some time now: go back through all of my old posts and assign labels. I think they are cool and handy, and as I was working on this lengthy process I began to notice a few things.

First, I noticed that I’m a better writer than I usually think I am.

Second, I noticed that unlike every other “journal” (or the like) that I’ve ever created before, I didn’t hate going back and reading what I’ve written in the past. In fact, I loved it! It was amazing to go back to old posts and stir up all those memories and thoughts again. I even felt physically warmer after reading posts about wonderful spring walks in Ella Sharp, bike rides, training for my half marathon. I can remember the excitement I felt when I thought we may be moving (about a year ago), when Kevin told me he got the job at Consumers, and when we moved into our house last summer. I even found a gem of a paragraph I had written about my desire to be a mom, which I found refreshing for obviously impending reasons.

I made chicken and dumplings in the crockpot yesterday, and not to “toot my own horn” or anything, but it was amazing! Of course there is always room for improvement (it could have used more carrots!) but I’d say it was wonderful and definitely a do-again. I love my crockpot!

Dear RANDI,

I forgot to mention in yesterday’s blog, but I thought of it when I was writing the post in my head on my eventful way to work:

I was actually a member of the Clean-Up Kids, a group made up of 5-8ish kids from my 5th grade class. We would meet downtown on Saturdays once or twice a month and pick up trash around the mill pond and in the cemetery. Then we would go to Dairy Queen, and put our used cups in the proper debris receptacle. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Dear Randi,

you’re a mind controller, you control people’s minds.

Here I am, updating my blog….like you said…

Randi, here’s a little story that should tickle your funny bone and make you feel like less of a horrible child. I myself, did things on recess much worse than cherry-bombing on the teeter-totter (which I DID get punished for by the way, and rightfully so). I had a “detention” (my only one ever!) in first grade for the cherry-bombing episode. What I got away with was worse. My friend Kim and I did not like this girl (forget her name) who went to the same daycare as Kim. So, what did we do but make a whole book for her (complete with pictures) of all the reasons we didn’t like her. Horrible. Embarrassing. Disgusting. I hate that this was me. Anyway, we gave her this charming little piece of literature, she told the teacher, and Kim got in BIG trouble. Somehow, I managed to avoid punishment altogether, and I’m not sure that this poor girl or anyone else ever knew that I was half to blame for it all. The guilt from this event hounded me that whole school year, and still I feel like I should have gotten caught for it. I’m pretty sure I never even apologized to this girl, for fear of her turning me in once she knew I had a hand in it….so there you go. My own shameful tale from the elementary playground.

I am anxiously awaiting Kevin to finish whatever it is he is doing on the computer so we can go for a walk. He knows that I’d like to have left over a half hour ago, but it’s “I’m almost done”, and “can’t you just hang on?”, and “I want to finish this one thing before we go”…the boy functions completely on his own time table. Well, if that’s all I have to complain about him after over a year of marriage then I guess we’re doing pretty good 🙂