This is too cute not to share. Hannah thinks it is for her friend Rachael who's mommy is having twins. But it isn't it is for Hannah. She wanted to take a picture with Poppy, the name of one of her imaginary friends AND the doll pattern, in her matching dress so she could remember her. So hard not to tell her the truth, but I was strong.
She will be surprised on her birthday! When she gets her doll.
All this birthday stuff has got me thinking about presents, but that will be another post for another day!
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Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Mac's Birthday
Today is Mac's Birthday. I don't really have anything wonderful, inspirational, insightful or even funny to say about that. After being in labor for a month, being in hard labor for a week, being induced for 2 days, he was finally ripped from my body by force. I believe after they cut me open they used thoose jaws of life, you know the things they used cut people out of car crashes with, to force him out of my womb. You can say a lot about Mac, but one thing is for certain, that kid wanted no part of being born.
This makes me think about being born. There you are, all snug and toasty in this dark place. There are muffled sounds and everything is good. All of a sudden you are asked to follow the bright light and enter this big world, with all these sounds and other people. They poke you, prod you, put clothes on you. I imagine it is pretty scary and well, yucky. Perhaps Mac was just on to something, being born isn't such a great thing. Needless to say, I had some other feelings about it, and I wanted that 9 lb 2 oz, thing out of my body.
One last thought on the topic, perhaps on some level, being born is like dieing. It sure is a radical change in your life and environment. So, who is to say that when we die we don't go some where else.
So, welcome to the world Mac. We hope your next 9 years are better than the last 9 years.
This makes me think about being born. There you are, all snug and toasty in this dark place. There are muffled sounds and everything is good. All of a sudden you are asked to follow the bright light and enter this big world, with all these sounds and other people. They poke you, prod you, put clothes on you. I imagine it is pretty scary and well, yucky. Perhaps Mac was just on to something, being born isn't such a great thing. Needless to say, I had some other feelings about it, and I wanted that 9 lb 2 oz, thing out of my body.
One last thought on the topic, perhaps on some level, being born is like dieing. It sure is a radical change in your life and environment. So, who is to say that when we die we don't go some where else.
So, welcome to the world Mac. We hope your next 9 years are better than the last 9 years.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Birthday Party -- Take 1
Sam's Party, was only 6 weeks late. The statistical run down:
- 6 kids
- 1.5 hours
- 6 water guns
- 1 thunderstorm
- 5 kids in bathing suits, 1 wouldn't change and wore his church clothes
- 2 wild children, 1 of Sam's friends and 1 of Sam's siblings
- 30 minutes playing outside with water guns
- 60 minutes playing inside, without water guns
- 20 minutes for cake/ice cream and presents
- 3:00 could not come too soon.
- 3 tired kids at home
- 1 happy Birthday boy
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sam's Panda

I have to finish Sam's Panda... It always at the bottom of the list, but I think that it is because I don't want to sew it up. I started sewing this up, and realized I was sewing it up with the wrong sides together, duh. So I get to do it again. Needless to say that Sam is not really going to like it in the current state.
OK, I am going to finish this project. His birthday is soon... so soon... must sew panda... must stop blogging, must sew panda.
OH, btw, I just put my first picture in my blog... look at me, I am all technical now.
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