So you might have noticed that the pictures below are a few that I haven't posted from the same photo shoot as the pictures just prior to these. Well, that's because I haven't had access to a camera for a small stretch here and haven't been able to take new photos. It's kind of sad to think of the things you've missed. And you definitely have missed some. Babies walking EVERYWHERE, Sophie standing on the Elmo chair to look out the blinds, the little Bella bridge where she bends her body and puts her tooshie in the air while looking under the bridge her body creates, toy tug-of-wars between the kids, bella resting her head on the couch when she needs a break, naughty fingers stealing ornaments off the tree, the almost new teeth Sophie has, Sophie getting on the tryke or the other riding toys when she wants to take a spin around the room, Sebastian with a block in his mouth even as I type, walking around the room, and many, many more.
I don't say this to rub it in or even to encourage more hate mail than I've already received (haha, just kidding. mail, yes, I've received some about my lack of posting. hate mail, not exactly ;-) I say it to say that I'm as sad as you are not to have any new pics to post. I'm working on it, but it might just have to wait until Christmas break.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
mental snapshots
Ever since the day of our wedding, I've tried to live my life taking mental snapshots (and a whole lot of real ones, too) of memorable times in my life so that later, when the memory fades, I can pull that shapshot out of my mind. I've listened to enough people give advice about living in the moment and enjoying your children to know that snuggle time with my kids becomes a rare commodity as they get older and therefore worthy of many mental snapshots. So this one is going in the old mental photo box. Mine's filling up. How about yours?
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
he's back, i think!!
Tim and I always say that when this kid started teething he stopped smiling. He used to smile so easily! He would smile at nothing and at everything. And then he kind of stopped. We have MONTHS of pics where we've got the Sebastian special, a deadpan look complete with sad eyes. Lately, though, he's been more like his old self, and it's ADORABLE!
Monday, December 11, 2006
drama queens and mouse tails
Some of you have probably already heard this story. Now here's the proof.Players
Aunt Adrianna . . . big girl on the table
Ava . . . little girl on the lap of big girl on the table
Tim . . . mob lackey
Mouse . . . as himself
The story starts much the way you would expect. I had offered early in the week to help Ava's sick mommy by having Ava over to play with the sherflets. And so Ava's sick mommy took me up on the offer. Little did she know what big drama was about to unfold.
It was about 10 a.m. when the Sherflets went down for a nap, a little sad at the prospect of not seeing their cousin Ava who was to arrive in a few short minutes. When Ava got to my house, she was happy to wander around playing with the variety of toys the sherflets left out for her. I, Aunt Adrianna in this story, went into the kitchen to take care of the business of the morning. You know the kind I mean, clean up the trays on the highchairs, put the dishes in the dishwasher, blog.
It was during that last task that Ava found me. She came toddling in the kitchen with book in hand. So I scooped her up and began to read the book which was, ironically, about animals. And here is where our next character enters into the story. Perhaps he was a little miffed at not being included in the story about popular farm animals. Perhaps he wanted a little crystal light. I'm not sure what the motive was for his entering my kitchen that day but enter he did.
In the midst of quacking like a duck, I heard a noise much like the back door being opened. That scared me a little, someone opening the door like they belonged in the house. As far as I knew, everyone who belonged in the house at 10:30 a.m. on a Thursday in December was there, Mr. Mouse excluded. But I'm getting to that.
So after checking that the back door wasn't being opened (I was NOT going to be the girl in horror films who just sits there waiting for the killer to get her), I sat back down to finish the book. The racket, after all, had subsided. And I was eager to get back to our thrilling farmyard animal book.
It seems, though, that Mr. Mouse did NOT approve of my plans. I began to hear the noise I heard before, only this time my ears told me the noise was coming from the kitchen. Behind the stove to be exact. It sounded like a bag being opened and something being dragged across the floor. All of these noises were followed by the tell-tale squeak of a mouse. Only it wasn't the little peeping squeak you'd think. It was a long and sorrowful sort of squeak.
I took Ava and got on the table. There was no way a mouse was going to run across my bare feet, and I wasn't about to let ava adopt a new pet. At least not without her mother's permission. So there we sat and waited until Tim got home to "take care" of the problem.
I put that in quotes because I want you to fully understand what happened to this mouse. How he met his end. In full mob fashion. The vermin gets caught. He's stuck (literally in this case on a glue trap). Enter a lackey who beats the nuisance over the head, cleans up the mess, and disposes of the carcass with little trace that there was ever any such creature on the premises.
And in true mob fashion, there were no witnesses. No witnesses, you ask. No witnesses. See, "they" must have sent someone with experience because he moved the fridge out in front of our view. We didn't see nothing. Protect the innocent and all.
And protected we were. I almost wouldn't even believe there was a mouse, that the picture above was fabricated, except that I heard that squeak. And nothing could make that squeak but a brown and ugly mouse vermin. So what's the moral of this story, you ask. Well, I'm going to tell you. I don't have a clue except that if you ever have a mouse trapped in your house, get on the table and act helpless so someone else can come "take care" of the problem.
Friday, December 08, 2006
long lost archives
These are pictures you've never seen before from Nov. of last year. I hadn't seen them until I found them last night. The babies had just all gotten home from the hospital.
This was a sad day for this momma. This was the day we went to the doctor only to find out that the sherflets' body temperature was down around 92-94 degrees. It was dangerously low for these little ones. They had lost weight since they had come home(most likely due to the fact that their bodies were burning a lot of calories trying to stay warm), weight these 3 1/2 to 4 1/2-pounders couldn't afford to lose . So I asked Nana to come join me and Gigi as we held babies, who we wrapped around a hot water bottle filled with warm water. Daddy was working long hours these days and couldn't be there. That night, my temperature read 97 degrees, so I determined that I wasn't going to bed until all three babies reached 97 degrees. One at a time, they all started to warm up. Sebastian, the little peanut of the group, was the last to get warmed up, but he finally did!
Appearing in birth order, of course, Isabella, Sebastian, and Sophie. The girls had kicked out their wrapping, so they look a lot bigger, but bundled up, they were as tiny as the little package in the middle!
A closer look at Sebastian.
A little baby Sophie.
Isabella Cheeky Simone
This was a sad day for this momma. This was the day we went to the doctor only to find out that the sherflets' body temperature was down around 92-94 degrees. It was dangerously low for these little ones. They had lost weight since they had come home(most likely due to the fact that their bodies were burning a lot of calories trying to stay warm), weight these 3 1/2 to 4 1/2-pounders couldn't afford to lose . So I asked Nana to come join me and Gigi as we held babies, who we wrapped around a hot water bottle filled with warm water. Daddy was working long hours these days and couldn't be there. That night, my temperature read 97 degrees, so I determined that I wasn't going to bed until all three babies reached 97 degrees. One at a time, they all started to warm up. Sebastian, the little peanut of the group, was the last to get warmed up, but he finally did!
Appearing in birth order, of course, Isabella, Sebastian, and Sophie. The girls had kicked out their wrapping, so they look a lot bigger, but bundled up, they were as tiny as the little package in the middle!
A closer look at Sebastian.
A little baby Sophie.
Isabella Cheeky SimoneBella Simone
Of course we don't remember her this little! But I'm not sure that I ever really saw her as this little. It's probably a good thing, otherwise we would have been afraid to hold them.
Bella made this face a lot, like she was saying ooooohhh! It's so cute!!
Sebastian Anthony
Our little "Who" baby
I know he looks really long here, and we didn't do any neat tricks I've seen parents do like put a dollar across his torso to compare size. I wish we had! In this picture, had we done that, the dollar would have spanned 3/4 of the width of his torso and would have gone from right under his neck to a little bit over the top of his diaper in length.
Sophie Alana
Just waking up! A big yawn for such a tiny person!
Some decent size comparison shots. This is daddy's arm/hand in the picture. Sophie was a tiny tot!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
many thanks
Our computer has pretty much died. But our good friends have lent us their computer (shipped it to us, in fact) in order to allow us to continue to communicate with you in this way. So many, many thanks to Barbara and Jonathan!!!
so when do you call it walking?
This girl has been taking a series of 5 or 6 steps for about a month now. Now she's up to walking about 75% of the time. But when do you officially call it "walking"? I'm probably content to call her walking now (anyone who knows me knows I don't like to pronounce any development official until I'm sure the word is understood or the action is happening consistently.). So what's your vote?
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