Where have we been?

Blog  What is a blog?  Are we supposed to keep up with these?  Should I post my latest work or my 5 month old pictures that have been just sitting on my computer?

Here is where we have been….

We’ve been working.  We’ve been packing.  We’ve been storing our belongings.  We’ve been moving; from the city to the country.  We’ve Ryan’s been building.  We’ve I’ve been taking care off our two wonderful children. We’ve been having birthday parties(celebrating the lives we’ve been given). We’ve been traveling for work….ahhh…Our days have been full!

Our boys have grown and we love to watch them grow and learn each and every day.

Here we are at Thanksgiving together.  This is my favorite place to be…together.

“Monkey see, Monkey do”

Often times I get low to the ground to take pictures.  I was trying to take a picture of the boys walking up the front steps. (because it was so cute) Asher escaped his dad’s hands and came over to me to lay down, lick the ground, and see what I was doing.  I think he thinks I am doing something fabulous when I am on the ground taking pictures.  Well I am doing something fabulous, I am getting a new perspective.

 

What to do when your big brother goes to Grandma’s?

Get your picture taken.  Of course!

Because your big brother is gone, and you can have your 6 month pictures taken without help. Or getting sat on.

Growing to love Angie

Uncle Eric is home for a visit.  YEAH!!! We do wish that he lived closer and we saw him more often.   Even though Uncle Eric lives so far away and Asher only see’s him a few times a year, which isn’t much for a 19 month old, they have become quick friends.  On the other hand Angie lives close, and we see her once a month, he has had to learn to love her.  His love is growing, slowly. 

From about three months Asher has been leary of Angie.  He loves to touch her chair, inspect the wheels and how the chair is put together.  But Angie is another story.  Wheels are great, but the person in the chair makes him very uncertain.  Our hope is that one day her wheel chair won’t be scary, or a set of wheels to say “vroom, vroom” to, but that her wheels won’t even be noticed by him.  Even though we are family, and Asher doesn’t know Angiewithout her chair he still needs to grow in his love for Angie.

 

Here mom is sharing her coffee with Angie. 

 

Asher is sharing his apples with Angie.

And honking her nose.  She loves it.

 

He really is becoming more comfortable and enjoying his Aunt.

 

 

 

Chillin’ with Grandma

Grandma shared her bread so mom could have her whole piece to herself. 

Thank you Grandma!

Here is Asher wearing some jewels and Grandpa’s shoe.

 

 When there isn’t a tub Will enjoy’s relaxing in the sink to get clean.

It is not always warm and fuzzy

Sometimes it’s squishy sweet potatoes between the toes.

The picture above was taken about 6 weeks ago on my birthday.  That day was perfect, enjoyable, and I was filled to overflowing with joy about my life and having a wonderful husband and two baby boys.  Last night was not filled with the same sort of emotions.  I was  going on the third day of Ryan working his day job  from morning to night.  I was also working my day job (24 hr. day job) from morning to night.   After three days flying mostly solo I was so tired.  I was tired of tantrums, fits, food on the floor, and a messy house that I haven’t had time to properly clean. 

So about the not so warm and fuzzy. It was 7pm and I finally was eating my dinner.  Did I tell you that I was sooo tired and hungry?  Ryan and I were trying to have a conversation between the cooes, cries, and screams to be finished.  I just had three bites left of my dinner and Asher is begging to get down.  He is signing finished and yelling done.  I just want to eat my last three bites.  He wants ou.  And after getting he will probably soon throw a fit to go downstairs.  And no he doesn’t want to go down alone, he wants to be escorted by either mommy or daddy.   I am tired of tantrums. OK, I give in so he will stop hollering “done” and I went to get him down.

As I round the corner  of Asher’s chair, I had forgotten that early to my disgust Asher had thrown dropped some sweet potatoes on the floor.  He had given me notification earlier by saying “NO, NO”.  At this moment I had forgotten and when I rounded his chair my foot squished into the pile of sweet potatos.  With sweet potatos between my toes and Asher cover from head to toe with sweet potatos I was not feeling delighted. 

I cleaned Asher up.  He threw a few more tantrums before going to bed and we were all glad at 8pm when the day was done and then we could start fresh tomorrow.

Favorite things: Edition W

Will loves

to

have a bath

Will also loves to eat his fingers.

He can fit not one, not two, but three fingers in his mouth. 

Check out his skills here.

 

 Oh, I think he wants out now. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Here he is clean and ready for a LOOONG nap.

Excitement in our backyard

 

If you look really closely, through the trees, ( I am glad there weren’t any leaves) you can see a helicopter.  The helicopter was lower than the tops of the trees.

 

 

You have to look even closer to see the helicopter through the trees here, but you can see all of the white caps that it is making.

 

Later we went out again hoping to see the helicopter even closer.

Here is us waiting.

 

We were left waiting.

In and Out. Up and Down.

 

 

IN

OUT

 

UP

 

 

 

Yes,    please   get   DOWN…..now   that   I   have taken   your    picture.

Carrying on Tradition

You know when you fill out some forms you have to mark what nationality you are?  I always just have to mark the one that says caucasion.  I always think that that is boring.  I sometimes (well often) wish I could mark another box.  I have always wanted to belong to another culture that has tradition and culture.  White just seems boring.  Now that I have a husband and two kids I feel like we have a family.  And a family should have some traditions.  The boys are still young and I have been slow to add in the culture/tradition.  But this year for Easter we carried on a favorite Easter tradition from my favorite Grandma.  It is to have a pinata.   And since there arn’t any cousin’s on my side of the family we brought the pinata to the Frank’s. 

 

Here is Asher helping load the pinata. Every good pinata needs lots of candy.

Every Pinata destoryer should have a good blindfold.

Every pinata destoyer should be spun around several times.

And then all little children should be held back so they don’t get hurt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love this tradition!