Merry Christmas

Caden's Christmas program was Thursday. It was our first ever event! He did a wonderful job. I cried the whole time. I tried to hide it but I was not successful. It was just one of those moments where you see your child taking steps on his own and are overcome with pride. I will see if I can put the video on here via youtube or upload some pictures. It was far to priceless to not share with all of you. I'm looking forward to Christmas. We have David S., Sami, Brandee and Chance on our list. So far I have only purchased Sami's but know what I'm getting David and Brandee. Sorry Chance.....I'm really struggling with this gift. Chris says he has it under control though. Maybe I should take this as a sign of someone I ought to get to know a little better. LOL. More later..........

Happy Holidays!

I love the holidays!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

I want to let my family know that this year Chris and I have decided to stay home for Thanksgiving. We always have 4 or 5 places to go for every holiday and it is exhausting for our children and for us. My parents and Chris’s parents do so much for us. They are our daycare (for free mind you), the in-laws make a big family dinner for us every Sunday and they are all always there at the drop of a hat if we need them for anything. Thanksgiving seemed like the perfect opportunity to take time out and let them know how thankful we are for all that they do for us. So we are going to cook up a big dinner and have them over for Thanksgiving. Also, Dad will be overseas and it is important to me that Mom does not have to spend the holiday on her own.
On the other hand I find it sort of strange that this year of all years we decided to have our own Thanksgiving. Now more than I ever had I feel the need to connect with my extended family and let our relationships grow from Aunt/Uncle to niece to something of an adult friendship. The thing I love the most about my dad’s siblings is that everyone is so different. We have a good mix of people to make up this big family. I think that is also why it was so easy for me to introduce Chris and bring him into my family traditions. Everyone is a little bit different so no one is really out of place. I think it’s a beautiful thing. As I am growing into my role as an adult, wife and mother I find that I really enjoy reaching out to my aunts and uncles for advice or just to hear funny stories of things that happened to them when all the cousins were small and they were in the place I am now.
It is a blessing to read all these blogs and get a glimpse into the private lives of the people that make up my family. I really don’t know my family on anything more than a holiday gathering level. Last night I read Beth’s new blog. I got a little weepy. I’m not sure I’ve ever had a real conversation with Aunt Beth but I’ve always thought of her as such a beautiful person on the outside. It’s nice to see the beauty on the inside too. I appreciate the raw honesty I took from her last post. Sometimes I find that I censor myself for what goes into my posts and focus mostly on my children. After all my family is reading! My whole life it has been Grandma’s family. Now all Dad’s brothers and sisters are Grandma and Grandpa themselves and we are all starting to focus more on our immediate family rather than the group of us as a whole. I’ve always wondered if we would still all get together for holidays when Grandma isn’t here to bring us together anymore. As important as it is to share the holidays with our children and grandchildren I do hope that we still make time to gather as a big group. I still have many life lessons to learn and lots of aunts and uncles to guide me.
To sum up, I love my family. I love reading their blogs. And if I do anything to encourage someone else this year I hope that it is to encourage my family to open up and get to know each other on a more personal level. Pick an aunt, uncle or cousin and have a conversation with them about something that is important to you or something you have learned. Thank you Grandma for having a bunch of children so that I could have a big group of people to love and learn from. I hope that in the years to come we do not take each other for granted. I hope that everyone else enjoys watching the people around me grow as much as I do. I guess that I have turned into quite an emotional person, but it is hard not to be moved when the blessings in my life are so many.

Just a thought

After listening to a co-worker whine about his childhood today my mind was sparked. I sat patiently listening and offering some encouraging advice, but that isn’t what I really wanted to do. I wanted to say, “Stop whining that your childhood wasn’t perfect. No ones childhood is perfect. You should just be happy that you had parents that loved you and looked out for you. Not everyone has parents that care so much. And furthermore it is ridiculous to expect perfection from your parents. We don’t know what we are doing. Every stage in our child’s life is new to us too. We are figuring it out right along with you. 99% of parents are trying as hard as they can and doing things the only way they know how to help you survive in life. So quit bitching and send your parents some flowers for being so unreasonable.”

Had this conversation taken place before I had children I might have been whining too, but motherhood has given me a new perspective. I have to admit that I have no idea what I am doing as a parent. Sometimes I look at my children and think, “How did I get put in charge? I’m not qualified for this!” I know that there will come a day when my children tell me that I did everything wrong and on that day my world will shatter. After I piece myself back together I will just remind them gently that from the moment they were conceived I did everything I could to help them be healthy, happy and successful people. I am quite tired of hearing co-workers and friends and people on TV whine about how their failures or disappointments stem from bad parenting. Everyone is looking to blame someone else. At what point will people realize that we are all responsible for our own feelings and decisions? I dropped out of college. Is that my parents fault? Nope. It’s my fault for being so concerned with self gratification. There are far too many children in this world who are beaten and neglected. Many of them rise above it and counsel other children in the same situation. Why? Because they choose to recognize that their life is what THEY make it. I will do all that I can for my children, but in the end it up to them whether they make good choices and behave like good people. Parenting is a really tough job. It’s the hardest job on the planet to be responsible for ushering a child into adulthood. So, to my co-workers, friends and people on TV cut your parents some slack. If you think you can do a better job than they did, great, you’ll see how hard it is when you try parenting for yourself. And most likely you will then realize that you have been acting like a jackass and owe someone an apology.

Some pictures of the new house

The truth about parenthood

Here is the truth about parenthood that I discovered just today:

You spend your young life dreaming of babies to hold, children to love and care for....you get pregnant...carry them around in your belly awhile.....bring home the most fragile thing you've ever seen.........hold them for what seems like 5 minutes......and from the first second they learn to crawl you spend the rest of your life learning to let go!

I will explain how I came to this conclusion later, maybe tomorrow. But here's a hint.......Caden has decided to start going to school! You can probably put the pieces together! I'm a mess!

~S~

I'm loving every step of this journey called parenthood

When I started this whole parenting thing I had a pre-set picture in mind. I dreamt of cuddly babies that coo and fall asleep in my arms. I thought of t-ball and soccer and cheerleading and gymnastics. I mostly thought of babies and teenagers. I kind of skipped that whole 1-10 age in my thoughts. I don’t know why. I guess that I mostly have my own memories from ages older than 10….and every woman thinks about babies. The one thing that I promised myself before becoming a parent is that I would remember how aware of everything I was as a child. I got so frustrated growing up when others acted like I couldn’t understand things or couldn’t see what was really going on just because I was a kid. I probably noticed more than they did. So, I made a deal with myself to always give my own children the credit that they deserve. Now, skipping the 1-10 age in my daydreams, though accidental, has caused me all kinds of trouble. I never knew how difficult it could be to maintain a 2 year old! They are pretty small so it seems easy enough, right? No, not so much.

There are so many misconceptions about parenthood. I blame it on parents everywhere. No one ever talks about how hard it is to keep your cool, or how hard it is to accomplish every day little tasks like stopping at the grocery store for milk. I guess that it is like most other things. After the moment has passed we tend to remember the best stuff. Not talking about how frustrating it can be and how parenthood is a learning experience every day is making young women like myself all over the world feel like we are not measuring up. I didn’t know anything about kids when I got pregnant with Caden, other than that I wanted a baby. Everyone said, “Oh it will come to you.” Whatever! Little things have come to me like how to find the best way to hold down a squirming baby while wrangling it into a diaper because nature forced me to find a solution. However, keeping my children in a basket while grocery shopping, or keeping them in the dressing room while trying on clothes, or keeping them from getting us kicked out of a restaurant are not coming so easily. You hear all those stories about the mother in Wal-Mart freaking out while her child has a meltdown in the middle of the aisle and you hope to God that is never you. At least I did anyway. As my children get older and more able to make choices I am inching closer and closer to being the mom that falls apart in Wal-Mart.

I think that society influenced me to think that my life needs to revolve around my children and anything less than that is selfish. I felt horribly selfish for wanting to go back to work. Staying home everyday got very frustrating and I felt very isolated. I thought, “What kind of mother WANTS to leave her children each day for work?” I thought for sure that made me less of a mom. Secretly I knew that if I went to work then the hours I had in the evening with my children would be much better spent. Since they weren’t glued to me every minute I would more appreciate the time that we have at night and really make it quality time. Going to work every day makes me a better mother. This may not be true for everyone, but it is true for me. I’m also setting a good example for my daughter by showing her that she can grow up and have whatever career she wants and still be a fantastic wife and mom. Some days I do daydream about staying home with them and spending our days coloring and going to the park, but that is so unrealistic. Staying home for me was day after day with peanut butter in my hair and spit up all over my clothes, and bribing my children to let me have a shower.

I think that it is time for mothers and fathers to finally admit that parenting is hard and not view that as a weakness. I had this idea of being a “supermom.” You know, the one who gets up early every morning, gets herself beautiful, makes breakfast, dresses her children, packs their bags, gets them to daycare/school on time, spends a full day at work, rushes home to cook dinner, make cookies and muffins, color pictures, clean house, do laundry, clean dishes, do bathtime, read bedtime stories, and send my children into a wonderful nights sleep…..ALL IN THE SAME DAY! I wish you knew just how hard I am laughing at myself. I have tossed and turned at night and struggled so much over accepting the fact that I just can’t do everything all the time. Sometimes the house will not be clean. Sometimes the dishes will be undone. Sometimes my children will go to bed way past bedtime with chocolate poptart crumbs in their bed. Until recently I have felt that if I leave any of these things undone that I am failing at my job as a wife and mother. It leads to great feelings of inadequacy and insecurity. I look at other moms and think that they have it all and get it all done, why can’t I? Well, you know what? The probably don’t have it all done either. It’s time for me to hang up my cape and put away these silly fantasies of being a supermom.

What led me to finally accepting that being less than perfect is okay? Well, for one thing chasing this “perfection” has made my life total chaos. I was thinking about Caden and Macy the other day and thought, “They are so out of control. I have got to get some order back into our lives.” When really they are just being everything that a 1 and 2 year old should be. I am the one that is out of control. I get frustrated very easily and lose my temper. I think this is because I don’t allow much room for error. That is unfair of me. I expect my children to behave and stay calm, but I find that I’m always the one who is freaking out first. So, of course they are going to freak out too! I have realized that every person is different. Every mother is different. Every child is different. So why am I trying to make my little family fit into this ideal mold that is supposed to be “the right way.” If all of these things are different there can not be one solution. I have learned that I am allowed to have my own way to mother my individual children. There are ways that I can parent Caden that I can not parent Macy. They are so different from each other and I can not expect them to respond to the same things. Now that I am really trying to embrace “The Sara Way” instead of “The Right Way” I’m enjoying my children so much more. I still have my moments when things aren’t just right and I lose it, but I’m working on it. I don’t want to program them to be little robots that follow my instructions. I want them to learn to make choices. Everything is a choice. Caden chooses not to eat his dinner. Macy chooses to constantly attach herself to my leg so that I can’t walk. I want Caden to choose to eat his dinner and Macy to choose to walk beside me instead of on me. Children are forced to do so many things. I don’t need to add more to it.

So, I am just going to be an easy going, loving, patient mom (just like I am as Sara) and not torture myself or my children for not being perfect. If you see me in Wal-Mart and my children are screaming or begging for toys and I am just pushing my cart, humming a song and getting my groceries…..don’t curse me for having loud children. Praise me for keeping it together in a stressful situation and for teaching my children by example that freaking out is not the answer. Eventually they will start humming along with me.

More of the pics from Will Rogers Park

Macy's 1st Birthday

I created a Slide Show! Check it out!

Slip and Slide!

I will tell you this, I am way to old to slip and slide. I had no intentions of actually participating in this but peer pressure got to me. I was sore for nearly 3 days. I realize that I am not that old, but seriously...you try and slip and slide! Not to mention that there is always a rock or something under the plastic that nails you in the ribs. It was fun anyway. I am so excited that I have finally found a slide show that is compatible with this blogspot. It has taken many hours and many tries to get a site that would finally work. Blogspot is not that friendly for other sites. There should be link under my slides if you want to go to the site and make some of your own. It was super easy. Enjoy the pictures!

The Court of Public Opinion

I find myself becoming more and more frustrated with the narrow minds and judgmental nature of other people. I feel that I go to great lengths to be patient and kind with people and I make a conscious effort to not judge. Let me start by saying that I am quite happy with the person that I am and for anyone else who can not love me with all my imperfections then you are missing out! It took me a long time to be comfortable in my own skin and embrace exactly who I am. For the last few years I have finally gotten to a place where I feel like I can be “me” with anyone. I never feel like I have to act a certain way around some people and then another way around a different group. In my eyes this is a big accomplishment. There are some people that never get comfortable with who they are. All of this is leading to one statement: I WISH PEOPLE WOULD STOP TRYING TO CHANGE ME! When you try to change someone that basically says, “The way you are right now is not good enough.” Why can’t people just let others live and manage their own lives? This is mostly directed to some “friends”, some extended family on my in-law side, and a few random people here and there. Since I can not directly confront some of these meanies I will use the power of blogspot to vent my frustrations. If I could get on my loudspeaker (which is basically an intercom system that everyone in the whole world can hear at the same time) I would say……
I am tired of being judged and pushed around and forcefully molded into what everyone else thinks that I am supposed to be. I am a very emotional, sensitive and sentimental person and I like it. I am tired of everyone treating me like I am a bad person because I do not attend a church service every single Sunday. For the first 22 years of my life I went to church every Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night of my own free will. I chose to go to a Christian college because I wanted to. I have a strong moral foundation and I have the ability to make good choices. I know right from wrong and I exercise that knowledge on a daily basis. I am a good person and I lead a good life. I am a good wife and a good mother. My children read their bibles and say their bedtime prayers and sing bible school songs. My children are learning about God and good vs. evil. It is obvious to me that people are more concerned with “appearances” than how I actually live. It doesn’t matter to all you judgmental jerks that I live a good life and so does my family. If I didn’t go to church on Sunday then how I live completely doesn’t count. The thing that angers me the most is that I could be leading a horrible life and being a terrible example but if I was in church on Sunday then everything is okay. I am sick and tired of being judged. It is not your place or your right to decide the value of my relationship with God. How I worship is no one’s concern. I am also quite angered that I feel the need to justify myself to all of you that continuously push and pester and rate my life according to your own personal agenda. I can’t say it enough….there is nothing wrong with my life and it isn’t your job to decide if there is. I think that some people are so blinded by what they think is “encouragement” that they don’t realize they have formed unwarranted and unnecessary judgments. So I ask you please to stop and think about how you talk to people or about people and what your intentions are for stating your opinions. It makes me very sad that my worth to many people is based solely on the number of times I sit in a church pew this week. I would hope that my relationship with the before mentioned persons ran deeper than an attendance count.
People that I hardly even know (including family) constantly say things behind my back about how other people need to be a good example for me or how myself or my children are doomed because I don’t go to church every single Sunday. As we all know, things that are said behind peoples back always make it to their face via the grapevine. This is a silly concept. I would much appreciate anyone that has something to say to directly speak to me. Sometimes I wonder if anyone has ever considered the fact that I have a one year old that does nothing but scream and cry 24/7 and a two and half year old that is at the peak of terrible two’s. Now imagine my little family sitting in a church pew on Sunday morning. Macy is screaming and crying and completely unable to be pacified. Caden is climbing on the pews, tearing pages out of the song book, speaking very loudly about how he needs to go potty. Now see Chris and me coming in and out of the service every 2 minutes trying to meet the needs of our children, hear a sermon, and respect the people around us. The entire service is a battle and we leave frustrated, worn out and having learned nothing. This is not an efficient way for me to worship God. Now, picture that it is bedtime. My children are reading out of their toddler bible, singing Jesus loves me and saying bedtime prayers. This is much less stressful and far more beneficial time spent in worship. This is what works for my family at this point in our life. It annoys me that this special time is completely discredited because it is in private. All of these people that have hurt me and judged me don’t even know me well enough to know that our family has this time. It is just assumed because we did not go to a public place of worship that we must be bad people who have completely forgone the Lord. For these reasons I do not even wish to get to know these people better. I would much rather have a small circle of people that accept me and my family for who we are than to worship in a way that only meets everyone else’s needs and be widely accepted. Now you say, “Well there are all kinds of people that have several small children and manage to make it to every service.” Well, wonderful for them. Some families can do that. Mine is not one of them.
I do not wish to offend any of my family members. Some of you do amazing things with your missions and your church. I encourage that. Your work is a blessing to many people. I am simply asking for the courtesy of being able to be who I am and raise my family in the way that I see fit without everyone else telling me that their way is better. I am very confident in my ability to be a good wife and mother and secure in my decisions how to best lead my own life. At the end of the day I find that my life is much more fulfilling when I do not live for everyone else’s happiness, but for mine and my family’s own. I know who I am. I know the true worth of my heart and my spirit. I hope that everyone can see the gentle kind loving nature that I have to offer the world. If anyone is so blinded by my church attendance that they can not appreciate me for who I am, then I am sorry that you can not see past outward appearance. God teaches us to be nonjudgmental and unconditional in our love. This is what I reach for every day.

Will Rogers Pictures

I love my family because they tell secrets in their blogs!

I would just like to say that after reading all my Aunts and Uncles blogs I am slightly freaked out. I say that because I find myself relating to all of you as an adult. I know that I am married and have children and plenty of bills to pay...but on the inside I still very much feel like a little kid. I still get excited about going swimming or going to the zoo. I want to get up on Saturdays and watch cartoons in the morning (like I have any choice). I managed to zip through the rush hour traffic and get home early today. So I decided to sneak home and get on the computer for a few minutes. Email is one of the hardest things to do when the kids are here. So for the first time in a long time I have a chance to sit in an empty house and do whatever I feel like doing. I thought I would just check the blogs and email for a few minutes and rush off to get the kids. It only took a second before I was sucked into blogspot and intently reading all of your blog thoughts. I do think it is strange that I can sit here and read about Laura and Chara and Meredith...cousins I barely even know, and then walk away feeling like I have made some kind of personal contact with them. But back to my original thought about being freaked out. When I'm with my aunts and uncles and cousins I still feel just like I did at Christmas and Thanksgiving when all of us girls would go in the back bedroom and play with grandma's things or invent silly skits or try to be philisophical and sit down to write. But reading (for example Shirley and Randy) my family members blogs I sit here and think about how I am relating to everything on such an equal level. As I am freaked out about being a grown adult I can only guess that it would freak out everyone else too. As much as I feel like that same little girl playing in Grandma's room, I am sure that you all still see me that way too. This has gotten really weird. I didn't ask to grow up and I'm not sure I would like to relate on such an adult level. It only reminds me that 30 is around the corner (yes, I know that it is not old..it's just weird), and life is moving very quickly. Which also means that I will wake up tomorrow and my children will be grown up and I do not like that thought in the slightest. Can someone just please slow us all down?

Our trip to the Zoo

Here are some pictures from our trip to the zoo. Again, I have a slideshow and can't get it to post properly. I'll work on it this week and get some more pictures up. Both Caden and Macy loved the zoo. I was surprised at how excited Macy was about the animals. I figured that she is still to small to really enjoy it, but I was wrong. She'll be 1 in just a few weeks. I can't believe it!

The Wiggles Concert

We went to the Wiggles concert last month and it was awesome. We've been to lots of things like Sesame Street Live and Disney on Ice, but this was the best. The look on Caden's face when they came out was priceless. It made all the hours of listening to "Fruit Salad" and "Lights Camera Action!" worth it. It was one of the most memorable things we've done as a family. I have a slideshow of all the 97 (literally!) pictures I took but I'm having trouble getting it posted. I think I'm going to have to use a different slideshow site.

Okay, I have to explain the picture of Caden in the purple underwear. He found a pair of my old maternity underwear and decided that he was going to wear them, aparently as a pair of pants and a shirt! Wow, doesn't it feel great when your child can cover his whole body in a pair of your underwear! It was funny though. Macy is 9 months old now and has 8 teeth! Caden is almost 2 1/2. Time is flying!

Caden's first fish!

I realize it has been a while since posting any new pics or information. Well,what can I say? I have a two year old and Macy is now 9 months. I can't even go to the bathroom in peace much less find time to make a new blog entry. Lets see, what is the news? Caden caught his first fish! We took him fishing at Dolese Park last weekend and he caught a trout that was as long as his whole upper body. How he caught a fish while waving his pole around and "fishing" like a typical two year old is beyond me, but it made the long day worth it. I have a million more pictures to put on here, but for now I'll just stick with Caden and his first fish!

COMING SOON!!!

COMING SOON!!!! A NEW POST!!! (really, I promise)

Pictures

Our company Christmas party

Macy is 6 months old now!

She just learned how to stand up on her own!

Caden's favorite spot to watch his TV

Please say a prayer......

God are my eyes open today. It’s amazing how quickly we can gain perspective upon receiving bad news. I heard the first of it yesterday, but the worst of it today. A friend, who I have not seen for too long, just delivered her first baby. She is one of the kindest, most nurturing people I have ever known. She also found out that she has an aggressive cancer that has quickly been spreading. They are going to set her up for chemo and radiation, but it doesn’t sound good. The treatment may not help and she is only 28. Wendy is one of those rare inspirational people that bless your life just by knowing her. If there were ever a chance at being a perfect mother or a perfect wife, she is the only one I know close enough to achieving it. I sit here thinking and my heart just breaks for her. She may not have a chance to watch her new daughter grow up or grow old with her husband. And while I think of her I can’t help but think of my own life. How selfish I have been for getting frustrated with my screaming baby, and getting worked up about chores, and being petty about friends. Today I realize how lucky I am to be able to hear Macy screaming and Caden laughing, to have a house that we can make messy, and to have friends to share my life with. I know its cliché, but we never know what may happen and we can’t take a single day for granted. As I heard the first of the news yesterday I stopped and said a prayer for my friend. Through the evening I paused several more times to ask God to help her and her family. I thought about Wendy and the incredible example that she is for everyone around her. I know that as she faces this battle her life is already in order. When I stopped to pray for her I knew that it was the first time in awhile that I had paused to pray. I felt hypocritical going to God in need when I know I don’t look to him as often as I should. Of all the things that life has taken me through I can not seem to escape the belief I have in a higher power. There have been times in my life that I have desperately wanted not to believe or pretended I didn’t. Still, inside of me, my morals remained deeply rooted. How comforted she must be knowing that whatever she has to face now, she has been the person God has intended for her to be. I hope that one day I too can feel that I have been the example she has been to me. Anyone who reads this, whatever your religion or non-religion please say a prayer or whatever it is you do for my friend, her new baby, and her family.

Why I Love Mom

Although my husband is quite helpful I had to post this. I thought it was cute! It reminds me more of when I was growing up than anything else.



WHY I LOVE MOM
Mom and Dad were watching TV when
Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's
getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make
sandwiches for the next day's lunches.
Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took
meat out of the freezer for supper
the following evening,
checked the cereal box levels,
filled the sugar container, put spoons
and bowls on the table and started
the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in
the dryer, put a load of clothes into
the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.
She picked up the game pieces left
on the table, put the phone back on
the charger and put the telephone
book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a
wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher,
counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out
from hiding under the chair.
She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the
envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.
She put both near her purse.
Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
solution &age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and
filed her nails. Dad called out, "I thought you were
going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then
made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps
and TV's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper,
and had a brief conversation wit! h the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next
day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6
most important things to do list. She said her prayers, andvisualized
the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the
TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed."
And he did...without another thought.
Anything extraordinary here?>
Wonder why women live longer...?
'CAUSE WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL......
(and we can't die sooner, we still have things to do!!!!)

Macy's First Tooth!

It's been busy lately. Last night is the first time I have gotten a full nights sleep in a LONG time! I think Macy is happier now. SHE GOT HER FIRST TOOTH! We knew it was coming and she's been screaming about it, so I'm glad it's finally here. She is crawling backwards now. It's funny. She is so determined. You can see on her face that she is trying so hard to get somewhere and instead backs farther away.
Caden has been saying the funniest things lately. About a month ago we were reading his toddler bible at bedtime. Anyone that knows Caden knows that he loves The Wiggles. So we were reading and looking at a picture of Jesus walking on water with a boatful of others next to him. Caden pointed at each person and said, "Greg, Anthony, Murray....and God!" It was hilarious. I told him that I didn't think The Wiggles were in the bible, but I'm sure that God loves them too. I don't know where he gets all of these little things he comes up with. He must be soaking up everything he hears on tv. I came home from work the other day and was headed towards my bedroom to change clothes. Caden came running around the corner and yells, "You're Fired!" and he said it with such conviction. I think he really meant it. We don't even watch the Apprentice. He must have seen a commercial. He also will walk up and say, "Hey! What's in YOUR wallet?" (Capitol One)
What a blessing they are! Caden is growing so much and doesn't look anything like a toddler anymore. Macy, wow, I can't believe that she is 6 months old already. That is depressing me because I still have her baby weight. I better start working out! I can only use the excuse that I just had a baby for so long. I'll post some more pictures soon!