Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Ahhh... Weekends
I don't get it. We don't have kids in school (and don't operate on a Aug-May calendar), but somehow the pace of life always still seems to pick up in the summer. As it is, we've got something on our calendar every weekend in July (and have for a while now), and I'm still trying to figure out if I can squeeze in one more trip to New Orleans sometime in the middle of it all! June has been much of the same busy-ness.
Fortunately, though, we managed to end up with an empty weekend these past two days. I don't know how it happened, really, but I'm so thankful for it. Rob, Sydney & I have enjoyed relaxing and playing together. I love these "mundane" days when we get to spend QUALITY time as a family!
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Yesterday morning, Rob went to Kentucky to have breakfast at Cracker Barrel (really, he went to play in a golf tournament that was rained out, so they ate and turned around and came home!), so Syd and I ventured out into the rain in Nashville to meet some friends at the Monkey's Treehouse (an indoor playground). She never ceases to amaze me with her tenacity and courage! She climbed right up the steps to the "big" treehouse to find the tunnel slide- which she went down at least two dozen times! She also checked out every baby in the place who was smaller than her, dominated the small toys in the toddler area, and hammed it up on the stage in the theater corner. I love to see how confident our tiny girl is, especially around other kids- I'm convinced that she has no clue she's such a little thing, walking around in her 6-12 month shoes! Joy, joy, joy watching that girl...
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We got home just a few minutes after Rob did and had lunch with him, and had a good 45 minutes to play before naptime. The three of us sat around in the living room, laughing, as Syd showed off her skills that she's learning in gymnastics and practiced jumping off the ottoman as if it was the side of the pool. All that playing was the prelude to a four-hour nap for Sydney (hallelujah!), which was more than enough time for me to run a few errands and catch a nap myself. While Rob and I were both taking care of random things downstairs yesterday evening, we noticed Syd chilling in her miniature recliner, sippy cup of milk in hand, intently watching the US Open- talk about a proud moment for Rob!
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We grilled out one of Rob's favorite meals for a special "Daddy's Weekend" dinner, and devoured a quarter of a watermelon for dessert. I kept thinking to myself, "This is what summer is supposed to feel like!"
Syd had fun waking Rob up this morning to give him his Father's Day gifts- she loves climbing on our bed! After church, we met Rob's family for a Father's Day lunch. When she woke up from her nap, or rather- when we got her up after she didn't nap, we went outside and blew bubbles, visited with some neighbors, and watched Syd play in her little pool in the backyard.
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Fortunately, though, we managed to end up with an empty weekend these past two days. I don't know how it happened, really, but I'm so thankful for it. Rob, Sydney & I have enjoyed relaxing and playing together. I love these "mundane" days when we get to spend QUALITY time as a family!
We got home just a few minutes after Rob did and had lunch with him, and had a good 45 minutes to play before naptime. The three of us sat around in the living room, laughing, as Syd showed off her skills that she's learning in gymnastics and practiced jumping off the ottoman as if it was the side of the pool. All that playing was the prelude to a four-hour nap for Sydney (hallelujah!), which was more than enough time for me to run a few errands and catch a nap myself. While Rob and I were both taking care of random things downstairs yesterday evening, we noticed Syd chilling in her miniature recliner, sippy cup of milk in hand, intently watching the US Open- talk about a proud moment for Rob!
Syd had fun waking Rob up this morning to give him his Father's Day gifts- she loves climbing on our bed! After church, we met Rob's family for a Father's Day lunch. When she woke up from her nap, or rather- when we got her up after she didn't nap, we went outside and blew bubbles, visited with some neighbors, and watched Syd play in her little pool in the backyard.
It wasn't anything fancy, but these are the days I never want to forget.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Comic Relief
* Yes, I'm going to completely ignore the fact that I haven't posted in almost two months! My goal is to post every day this week in an attempt to catch up. This is my accountability. We'll see how it goes!
Sydney has totally adopted the "lazy, hazy days of summer" attitude, and I love her all the more for it! Granted, she's been staying up a little later than usual with the longer daylight hours, but it's been becoming a trend for her to sleep 8p-8a, or even 8:30 sometimes. She's not really a morning person and it takes her a while to really wake up. She usually starts stirring, which we can hear through the monitor, and then talks to herself or sings for a few minutes before she calls for us. We're all happy with this situation.
Saturday morning, Rob and I woke up in a somber mood. We had plans to attend a memorial service that afternoon for a friend from church. We didn't know Emmett well, but we'd been deeply affected by his battle with cancer over the past year, and our entire church family was hurting with his family. I'd told Rob of his passing a few days before, but he didn't read the blog until Friday night, and he had been up late with a heavy heart. We laid in bed talking for a while, and prayed together while Sydney went through her usual morning routine. Even though she wasn't calling for us yet, Rob and I were both ready to see our girl so I got up to go get her.
As I turned the corner to go to her room, I could see her sitting up, but she was playing with a doll or something and she didn't see me coming. I walked into her room and startled her. Now, I never really watched "Hee-Haw", but I remember there was a character (or characters) on that show who used to pop straight up out of a cornfield or something. In that same way, Sydney shot to her feet in her crib to see what was going on- eyes wide open and TWO pacifiers in her mouth, side-by-side. I completely lost it and burst into loud laughter! Syd obviously didn't know what was so funny and started smiling at me, reaching out towards me; it was then that I noticed two MORE pacis in her little hand. I cracked up! We're down to only giving her a paci, or "ba-ba", in the bed, and our little addict is apparently soaking up every minute she can get her fix!
Rob heard us through the monitor, and of course was anxious to hear what was so funny. It was exactly what we needed to break up the seriousness of the morning. We were able to snap out of the gloom and enjoy some family time over waffles. The memorial service was of course painfully sad, but also a beautiful, hopeful celebration of the life of a man who loved Jesus and loved people. We did not grieve as those without hope (1 Thes. 4:13); we worshipped God as we were reminded not to take a moment of this life He gives us for granted.
Sydney has totally adopted the "lazy, hazy days of summer" attitude, and I love her all the more for it! Granted, she's been staying up a little later than usual with the longer daylight hours, but it's been becoming a trend for her to sleep 8p-8a, or even 8:30 sometimes. She's not really a morning person and it takes her a while to really wake up. She usually starts stirring, which we can hear through the monitor, and then talks to herself or sings for a few minutes before she calls for us. We're all happy with this situation.
Saturday morning, Rob and I woke up in a somber mood. We had plans to attend a memorial service that afternoon for a friend from church. We didn't know Emmett well, but we'd been deeply affected by his battle with cancer over the past year, and our entire church family was hurting with his family. I'd told Rob of his passing a few days before, but he didn't read the blog until Friday night, and he had been up late with a heavy heart. We laid in bed talking for a while, and prayed together while Sydney went through her usual morning routine. Even though she wasn't calling for us yet, Rob and I were both ready to see our girl so I got up to go get her.
As I turned the corner to go to her room, I could see her sitting up, but she was playing with a doll or something and she didn't see me coming. I walked into her room and startled her. Now, I never really watched "Hee-Haw", but I remember there was a character (or characters) on that show who used to pop straight up out of a cornfield or something. In that same way, Sydney shot to her feet in her crib to see what was going on- eyes wide open and TWO pacifiers in her mouth, side-by-side. I completely lost it and burst into loud laughter! Syd obviously didn't know what was so funny and started smiling at me, reaching out towards me; it was then that I noticed two MORE pacis in her little hand. I cracked up! We're down to only giving her a paci, or "ba-ba", in the bed, and our little addict is apparently soaking up every minute she can get her fix!
Rob heard us through the monitor, and of course was anxious to hear what was so funny. It was exactly what we needed to break up the seriousness of the morning. We were able to snap out of the gloom and enjoy some family time over waffles. The memorial service was of course painfully sad, but also a beautiful, hopeful celebration of the life of a man who loved Jesus and loved people. We did not grieve as those without hope (1 Thes. 4:13); we worshipped God as we were reminded not to take a moment of this life He gives us for granted.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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