Monthly Archives: May 2011

ikey’s day

….happened to be mother’s day this year. ¬†we shared it well ūüôā

I can’t imagine a better way to celebrate mother’s day than with my two favorite mothers and the one who first called me by that name at my grandma’s churches annual Mother Daughter Banquet.

We were actually recognized for having four generations there together.  Blessed are we.

our mini entomologist wanted a birthday party centered around creepy crawly things…

and thats exactly what he got.

We went on a yard-wide bug hunt which proved more difficult than anticipated.  Apparently, May snow keeps the bugs at bay.

But eventually we found a few…..

One of particular interest….

We thought it was important for kids to see the one spider around here that they cannot touch, so we captured it… for a good cause.

“and this, kids, is what a black widow looks like.”

Havi took full advantage of the bug hunt, having a hunt of her own at the kitchen table.

They also watched King Peter and his sidekick devour crickets.

But lest you think Ikey/Mother’s day was completely¬†dirt, insects, and¬†poisonous spiders ….. there was some 4 year old sweetness going on.

Ikey asked to be held yesterday right in the middle of my kitchen cleaning frenzy, and something against my character told me to put down everything and pick him up. ¬†We swayed as Pandora played “It is Well With my Soul” and he laid his head on my shoulder. ¬†I realized, in that moment, I don’t ever hold Noah like this anymore so somewhere between four and five, this will stop. ¬†I will never realize when I am holding him for the last time, but there will be a last time. ¬†WHY don’t I do this more. ¬†I love his age. ¬†He is still wading in the puddles of toddlerhood, but mostly he is a kid. ¬†There are only glimpses, like his thumb in his mouth, his strange speech impediment (which, come to think of it, might be related) or times when he just wants to be in my arms that he still seems so little. ¬†But even these will fade. ¬†I love it and dread it but I’m happy that I get to witness so much of it as his mom.

The best job in the world.



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Jay and I are were on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to when we hit puberty. ¬†While Jay was receiving shaving tips from his middle school teachers, my mom finally bought me an “E for effort” bra in highschool so dressing out in PE wouldn’t be so awkward.

I’ve wondered which of our puberty-timeline-genes will win out in battle when it comes to our three oldest. ¬†And, until recently when the boys found Gracyn’s detective kit, I didn’t know whose genes to cheer for…

…. gooooo MY GENES!


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first stage

It is always a surreal time in parenthood when your kids pass you in their ability. ¬†Sometimes it has been humbling like when she surpassed my English grammar skills this year… in second grade, or, delightful like when she is able to memorize scripture verses twice as fast as me. ¬†It didn’t take her long to pass Jay and I in her new hobby. ¬†Pretty much as soon as her first lesson was over, we were left in the dust. Though I have never hidden my love of the violin, it was Gracyn who begged me all last year to sign her up to take lessons. ¬†She saved her allowance for more than a year and paid for half of the used violin herself. ¬†I don’t think she is any sort of phenom when it comes to learning this instrument but we are amazed at what she has been able to accomplish in 8 short months.

Yesterday she did the hardest thing parents require of their kids when they are better than us at something- show it off. ¬† I think we were more nervous than she was, but we didn’t need to be. ¬†She was the newest student and played the “easiest” song, but she didn’t seem to care- even when the kid in front of her got sick with nerves she was fine. ¬†We couldn’t have been more proud of her as she stood up on the little riser and played the song she has been working on diligently for several weeks- such confidence, such grace, such beauty…

getting ready and intently watching how all the other students were preparing....

waiting her turn...

... what nerves?

all smiles with Miss Alissa afterwards


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