december pictures

here's what we've been up to. more to come later i'm sure. just click here.

we elfed ourselves

you have to check it out, i promise it will be worth your time.

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1569731738

Say What?! Wednesday

matt's brother andrew is a drummer, and really might be the reason that isaiah loves the drums the way he does. they have had a special connection from the beginning. andrew plays the drums at the church he attends...it's a church of 9,000 people. lincoln brewster is the worship pastor and so often andrew plays with him. going to church at bayside is a rock concert for isaiah.

bayside has planted several other churches over the years. every other year the churches rent out arco arena and get together for one huge worship service. this year there was about 17,000 people in attendance and andrew got to play for the event. papa and gg filmed the event and then put it on dvd for isaiah to have. can you guess what movie isaiah always wants to watch?

one morning he asked for the 'uncle andrew movie' and so we put it in. grandma was in the room and isaiah said, 'grandma, did you know my uncle is playing the drums?' 'yes,' she replied.

we started to watch the fog, the lights, the huge choir just to the left of andrew. after a few minutes isaiah pointed to the choir and said, 'grandma, did you know those are all my uncle's girlfriends?'

needless to say we all laughed hysterically. i guess isaiah's even got the rock star/girlfriend thing down too.

blaze of glory

so it's been a few days. any guesses why? yes, we've all gone down. little alaythia started it, isaiah continued it, mommy fell, ashley fell and this morning we woke up to find grandma sick in bed, home from work. the adult men in the family seem to be holding strong. partly due to the fact that grandpa has been in alaska for 8 days...and matt, well he's just superman. at least so far. this seems to be extremely contagious so we'll see how he does.

i thought mommy's were supposed to be the strong ones. the kids can get sick but somehow mommy stays well....i guess i haven't learned that part yet.

a little fun

grandma took isaiah out for some fun yesterday since we were home being sickies. this is what they brought home!

perspective

i went to a meeting with my cousin ashley last night. i got home late, but was amped. not like a mother of 2 late at night. i heard my mom still stirring so i went upstairs to debrief the day and it eventually led to gearing up for the next. all the things we both had to do...christmas is fast approaching and time is running out.

i'm not sure what got into us, but all of the sudden at midnight, we were downstairs eating cereal together continuing our random burst of energy. when we ran out of steam i went to bed but something in me was telling me to go check on the kids. i got up and walked into their room to find sweet little alaythia, head popped up and resting on the side of the crib.

i walked over to her, happy to see her face, cause i had missed it in the few hours i had been gone. but when i got over there i saw that she was sick, very sick, and covered in her sickness. i stripped her as fast as i could and ran to the bathroom where she could continue to get the bug out. when she was done i disintegrated into tears as the picture replayed in my head of my content sweet baby girl, quietly laying in her throw up.

she continued through the night and into this morning. funny how all my really 'important' things to do for christmas quickly became so trite. a good reminder to me of what really is important.

(she's doing better this afternoon, we'll wait and see.)

no baby left

as near as i can tell there is no trace of baby left in isaiah. as of last night he's not wearing diapers at all. he's been potty trained for a while, but still wearing diapers to bed. i was hesitant to pull the trigger...not wanting to deal with a wet bed. but he did it, just fine.

not wearing diapers to bed, and getting the toothpaste that you have to spit out, not swallow, were the last things. three months shy of 3 he does everything i do. to my shock he even asks me to leave the restroom when he's using it....do you realize i've been wiping your butt everyday for almost three years? oh well, i guess you do need privacy now.... my 'baby' is no more.

growing up, becoming more and more independant of me...it's been happening since he was born, just feels different today for some reason.

(as i'm typing he just picked up the phone and said my cell phone number.....pretending to give the car shop my number because we were 'bonked'. can you tell what i've been dealing with?)