What Kind of Flower are You?

I am an Echinacea What Flower Are You?

So this was kind of fun. I have actually NEVER before ever heard of this flower but it is supposed to be me.....

Seven Months Old

I can't believe that Margaret Elise will be seven months old tomorrow! I was just getting used to the fact that she was 6 months old. She is coming along. She doesn't really roll over. Her therapists and I decided that she has no real motivation to roll over because she really can't see well. She is more content to be on her back-it's obviously easier too. She is doing much better propping herself up on her arms while on her belly and is also coming along with sittin gby herself. She eats well. She is getting used to solid foods and really enjoys it.

Halloween Costumes

This is the first year that I think Ethan wasn't a superhero in years! He decided that he wanted to be a knight. Greyson wanted to be a scary skeleton-and he was! My mom laughed that there were so many bones and asked if they were anatomically correct. Well, yeah. Of course. How else was I supposed to do it? Margaret Elise was a baby tiger.

Carving Pumpkins

For FHE we carved our pumpkins. My boys REFUSED to "gut" the pumpkin. They'll coat themselves with mud, smash bugs and grubs BUT they will not gut a pumpkin because "it is so gross!" Go figure!

What a cute BABY!!

When Grandpa Carl was visiting, I asked him to take some photos, he does such an incredible job! In spite of the very difficult time that he had trying to get two energetic boys and a baby to look at the camera, he snapped some amazing shots. I am not the most interesting person in the photos but I thought that this photo of Marg Elise, as Greyson calls her and whose name we've all adopted, and I was just precious. Having a baby girl is pretty awesome. I love my boys and would love Marg Elise if she were a boy, but she's not and I love having this incredible little girl as part of my life. I realize sometimes how lucky I am that she is so miraculous and feel so extremely blessed that I can be a part of her life as she is to mine.

Happy Birthday, Rob

I realize that I am not so good about sending birthday wishes often times before the actual day or days for that matter. I truly think about the upcoming birthdays and other events for days in advance. I am going to invent a devise someday that can translate positive brain waves and their intentions into real life manifestations! I only wish my good intentions could be better. So from your sister, I wanted to say Happy Birthday, Rob!!

The Pit

THIS IS THE PIT...When Grandpa Carl was visiting, the boys energy was diverted to digging. This was not your typical digging in the dirt.. Oh no...this digging practically went all the way through to China. Okay, maybe not that far but Greyson's head is pretty much flush with the top of the pit. You can see his blonde head bobbing as he walks around. Grandpa Carl also put stairs into the pit to make for greater ease in accessing the pit's space. The pit even had boards put on top of it for a "roof." After Grandma Judy told the boys about her cousin who lived outside in his own dirt "house" because the family house was too crowded, the boys asked me if they could sleep out there too. I actually never heard them ask but once. I think that they may have realized that actually sleeping in the pit might be a little too much. I guess no one else is doing much with the yard and I don't want to be the one to fill in the GINORMOUS hole/pit, so I guess for now the pit will stay. If it's not about getting dirty, it's not about being a boy!