Monday, January 18, 2010

Open Skies

Praise Him under open skies
Everything breathing praise God
In the company of all who love the King

I will dance, I will sing
It could be heavenly 
Turn the music loud, lift my voice and shout

From where I am
From where I've been
He's been there with me
He's built a monument 
His very people
So let his people
Sing, sing, sing

And it's so wonderful
Just to be here now

Praise Him under open skies
Everything breathing praising God
In the company
Of all who love the King

Praise Him under open skies
Everything breathing praising God
In the company
Of all who love the King

Praise Him under open skies
Everything breathing praising God
In the company of all who love the King
Let us dance, let us sing
It could be heavenly
Turn the music loud and sing

And it's so wonderful
Just to be here now

And it's so wonderful
Just to be here now

Praise Him under open skies
Everything breathing praising God
In the company
Of all who love the King

Praise Him under open skies
Everything breathing praising God
In the company
Of all who love the King

Lift your voice to heaven
Lift up your head and sing
To the One who gave his love
This is our offering

Lift your voice to heaven
Lift up your head and sing
To the One who gave His son
Here our lives we bring

From wherever you are
Wherever you've been

He's been there
So let His people sing

And it's so wonderful to be here now
Wherever you are wherever you've been
He's been there...

* * "Open Skies" - David Crowder Band * * 

Saturday, January 16, 2010

I found my zoom lens and had some fun

A few images from this past week... the kids and I are sick, and we're praying that Rob doesn't get our cold as well.  What else is there to do but take pictures of the babes in (and climbing out of) their pj's!?  Enjoy the many new faces of Robbie and Ellie...

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

My parents are going to kill me

I forget how I acquired these photos, but they've been sitting on our desktop just waiting for a blog-lull such as the one I'm in.  

I'm the first born in our family, and it's a good thing because a) I was NOT a cute baby! and my brother and sister were the absolute CUTEST babies and little kids you've ever seen, b) I was a HUGE baby, and c) photos were more of a luxury than an everyday occurrence.  Therefore, there are less photos of me as a little one than I took of either of my kids while we were still in the hospital!  I'm not complaining.

But what we do have... wow.  This one's a keeper.  
My poor mom was probably trying to get a first family picture.
*Update: My dad is holding a metal Owl.

And I like to call this one  "Giant baby in a red sleep sack".

Have a happy Wednesday!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

2010 is looking good...

We ushered in the New Year in style - tucked into our warm beds.  Midnight has long since lost its glittery appeal the day it became a regular feeding time almost 2 years ago.  Lately we've done our best to stay indoors, safe from the snow, H1N1 virus, and other gems winter has to offer those of us with small babies.

Shiny new Christmas gifts keep us entertained...
(Enjoy the background of this picture, which happened to be taken the morning after our 16 hour drive home from NJ!  Yes, we had quite a lot of unpacking and cleaning up to do.)

Fun times on the play mat, with toys resting on her face!

A boy and his fire truck... Good Subject Matter 101.

We have also boycotted KidSnips in our present hibernation, and are working the curls.

My favorite picture to date of Rob and Robbie

Ellie has decided to grow up all of the sudden.  I found her like this the first day we got back from our travels.  Admittedly, Rob and I were tired and not keeping a very close eye on the kids.  I'm outing myself.

Hijacking Robbie's sippy cup...

On Sunday - first taste of Oatmeal!

And sadly, she was introduced to prunes today after crying through a firm poopy diaper.

She was really disappointed that her first real food (aside from oatmeal) was sweet prunes.  Can't you tell?  That sweet little tongue licking every last drop off of her upper lip just screams 'Torture! Make it stop!'  :)

All sorts of new things to explore (read: suck on).

After this first feeding in Robbie's old high chair (ha, 'old'... we retired it just a few months ago!), I decided it needed another good scrubbing.  I spent about an hour with a hot wash cloth, magic eraser, and toothpicks and cleaned and picked out every crumb and piece of dried goo I could find.

Robbie has shown signs of being much more aware of his little sister and her permanent place in our family.  For the most part he simply plays around her.  Occasionally he will give her love or shove a paci in her mouth.  He yells 'bottle!' when she cries, just in case I have forgotten what she might be needing that has her so upset.  And we are now entering the phase where he wants to do, play with, and eat whatever she is doing/playing/eating.

Exhibit A: the exersaucer.

But mom, don't I look so cute in it?!

Exhibit B:  Ellie's feedings

He begged me for a "TASTE!" of Ellie's prunes, so I gave him a spoonful.  He called it "soup", which I thought was funny since baby food IS runny and soupy.  But he could not stand that she was eating something that I hadn't offered to him as well!

It will be interesting trying to keep these 2 entertained for the next few months until spring comes!

Christmas in Chicago!

Ok, well not CHICAGO... but a suburb of the wonderful city!

We celebrated Christmas a week before the actual day with my family, while my brother had time off work and my sister was home from Taylor.  (Yes, my Christmas blogging is chronologically-challenged.)  One thing I love about the holidays is tradition, and Christmas is filled with tradition.  For us, that means brunch before our family gift exchange, stockings filled with creative little items, lobbing wads of wrapping paper across the room at each other, pretending that Mexican Wedding Cakes (whose main ingredient is butter) are an acceptable breakfast food because we dub them biscuits on this holiday, my mom puzzling over a missing gift after all wrapped items have been opened (the black hole strikes again!), Christmas music playing in the background throughout the day...  I love that my kids get to share these warm fuzzies with us!  (I promised my  sister that one day we will camp out with my kids in front of the tree the night before Christmas like we used to when we were little.  Can't wait to blog that one...!)

Sadly, small children don't always have the stamina for a day like Christmas.  This year we worked our celebrating around naps, meltdowns, blowouts, and messy meals.  And there were plenty of each.

The always-comical attempt at a family picture.  One day our kids will participate.  Until then, you get to laugh at us.  I think Robbie was yelling "MOVIES!" here.

Robbie LOVES uncle Collin.  Maybe because he calls Robbie 'dude', and Robbie thinks that's pretty funny.

I was excited to give my mom her gift this year (and she was excited upon opening it!)- a small painting commissioned by one of our favorite artists, Carol Marine.  I had an email exchange with Carol the entire month of December about the painting, and really hope to be able to meet her in person one day.  She is a wonderful person and talented artist.

Proud owner of 2 'Marines' now!  (The other painting is of 2 christmas bulbs from a year ago.)

Ellie sat quietly on my dad's lap for much of Christmas, and somewhere along the way I noticed that it was mainly because she was noshing on wrapping paper.  Aunt Kelsey to the rescue - see her removing the little soggy ball from Ellie's tongue!?  Funny little girl!

Every baby loves a good snuggle on Grandpa... tell me this doesn't melt your heart!

Robbie's favorite present from my parents this year was a tent.  He immediately wanted Rob to pitch it and demanded that Daddy join him in the tent for a good amount of the day.  Luckily for Robbie, he has a Daddy that will do just about anything for his kids.

Ellie received a chair just her size, and the timing was perfect since she has been perfecting her sitting posture!  We have found that kids love to have their own kid-sized things, especially a soft place to sit and read or enjoy a cup of milk. 

At the end of the day, we had a lovely Christmas dinner.  I had high hopes that Robbie would morph into another child for 30 minutes, namely one that would eat neatly and sit quietly in a high chair.  Ok, not really - I love my little guy just the way he is.  But I did hope that he'd give us a little time to enjoy Christmas dinner without incident!

It was not in the cards.

After he finished his dinner in 3 minutes flat - and you should see how much food this kid can consume in one meal! - he threatened to whip his plate across the (carpeted!) dining room.  After an unsuccessful attempt at appeasing him with a cup of yogurt (it got the same treatment as the plate), Rob and I decided to put him in the bathtub upstairs and take turns finishing dinner and working tub duty.

Aunt Kelsey offered to hold and entertain Ellie while we wrestled with Robbie during his  dinnertime tantrum and attempted to entertain him with a new bath ("Look!  BUBBLES!").  Apparently, Ellie wanted in on the attention Robbie was getting.  She proceeded to quietly blow out her diaper and outfit on Aunt Kelsey's lap, which we discovered only when I offered to hold Ellie again once Robbie was situated happily in the tub.  Surprise!  Poop on the silk dining room chair.  Merry Christmas to me and Kelsey!

My dad flew into cleaning action, saving the chair from death-by-poop.
Rob and I flew into action, packing up our things and heading home to put our overtired, intestinally-overactive children to bed.

But it was a lovely, if not memorable, Christmas!