Merry Christmas 2012!

Farewell 2012! It was good, but it couldn't last. So let's look at some pictures.
Here we are. All excited. Sean is setting up the camera, I'm smoothing my sweater as I look lovingly at my wee birds. We even brought some chairs out. It's going to be a great time!
Not that we expect every picture to be perfect. Those red hats, while at the height of Christmas fashion, are tricky.
Jared is doing his best.
*Note Sweet Gracie.
Moving along...Who's excited for Christmas!? Rory's not sure, Sean has an itch, but I can't wait!
Jared might be a little annoyed, but he's hanging in there.
*Sweet Gracie.
Let's try again...Rory may or may not have lost her skirt.
Sean's appropriately horrified.
I'm apparently okay with it.
Jared's annoyance might be growing.
*Sweet Gracie.
This is where I remember that I'm supposed to have my hand on my hip and my chin out. You know, so I can look thinner.  I look like I'm doing my best to stay positive. Rory and Jared dare you to mock me.
*Sweet Gracie. 
 So...If Jared closes his eyes, he won't really be there.
I'm thinking about lunch.
Rory has a new pet.
*Sweet Gracie.
This is where I try to get a little snuggle buggly with Sean. He seems to be okay with it.
Jared really is trying.
*Sweet Gracie.
This might be one photo too many for the middle child.

*Sweet Gracie.

He's done! That's it folks! Thanks for playing!
In the three seconds after Sean set the camera: Jared ran away; Sean goosed himself on the mantel AND gave an awesome stink eye; I was alarmed; and Rory was mildly amused.
*Sweet Gracie.
This was the winner! At least I think. No one looks too tortured, amused, or horrified. So we liked it.
Yes. My feet were photo shopped out.
Merry, Merry Christmas!
Love, The Gublers


And just like that...she's back.

I figured taking a nine month break from blogging would make me appear mysterious. Who was that blogging lady with the kids? Where did she go? Did she vanish? I miss her sleepy, tired eyes.
Don't worry. You can still your beating hearts. I'm still here.

I must mention that a dear friend passed away this week. I was her visiting teach for as long as I can remember. I grew to love her. My week has been sad. I find myself puttering about the house finding ways to deal with my sadness. To keep my mind occupied. I made a long, complicated dinner (Sean liked it), placed an Amazon order for books, ate some chocolate chips.

I'm hoping to use my sadness as a reminder that life is fragile, to be grateful, and  enjoy each day.

Below is a brief summary of the past little while. Most of my photos are hanging out on my phone, but I found some of the good ones. 

Jared's first day of preschool.

Gracie realized everyone was wearing the same color. This was terribly exciting and required a picture.

Gracie's first day of first grade. Notice her pose. Knee turned in, toe pointed, hand flexed. She's good at stuff like that.

Rory thinking her mom has officially lost her mind.

This might just be my favorite picture of all time. It pretty much sums up my feelings about competitive sports. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, my friends. Wouldn't we all rather be home eating a fruit snack and watching Star Wars? Needless to say, Jared wasn't on the most winning team.


The thing is...

I haven't posted since, oh the end of February. I did a little family update, fully expecting to do another one. But then I didn't. And I didn't really want to. Not sure what happened. Maybe I felt overwhelmed by the millions and billions of voices already on the Internet. Surely, mine wasn't important and no one cared. Maybe it was because motherhood was taking every ounce of spare energy I had, because it was. Or maybe I was simply over blogging.

Also, I'm a very private person. I keep most of my opinions to myself. I find I would much rather listen to someone and get their opinions then make sure mine are heard. I've always been that way. I find it serves me well. I can leave a conversation knowing  a lot about a new friend. But when I blog I have to talk about myself and my family and I find I'm not good at it.

But then, my cute sister asked me to blog again. She likes what I have to say. Even if it's usually about my kids. Because they are always on my mind.

So, here I am, because someone asked. Maybe that's all I needed, or maybe I needed a break. Don't we all need breaks?

I'm horrible at taking and posting pictures.

And I spend all my free time either working on my novels or stitching. So that might be a bore as well. But I am going to start trying to keep those who care up to date about the comings and going of my tiny world.

So, I will now post pictures of my darling kiddos. They have grown quite a bit. :)
Um...turns out, all our best photos are still hanging out on our phones. Better not lose those!

Until next time - Autumn


Family Update

So. I've go through phrase phases. A lot. Right now I can't stop saying "it what it is" and "truth". It's almost an addiction. Truth! It's odd how life can be incredibly busy when not much is happening, but that is how things are around here. It is what it is. Except for... Jared is four! Holy smoly moly. When did that happen? He's gone on a growth spurt and now I make funny noises when I hoist him into a shopping cart so he can finish napping.

And this little Pookie. I pretty much follow her around All. Day. Long. Truth! I pick her up from the stairs, feed her Cheerios, play music and watch her dance. My word, she is a sweet little thing.

I love this picture, because of the beatiful dancer, and the goofy mother. So the following story deserves a post in and of itself, but seeing how I blog, it is what it is. - We were at the ice cream store today. There was some pop music playing and a tween girl was dancing to it. Gracie watched her and looked away. After a minute, Gracie looked around. No one was looking at her (except for me, because I'm ALWAYS watching). So, she busted out one of the hippest, funkiest dance moves I've ever seen, then went right back to normal, staring at the different flavors of ice cream. She is shy so I had the hard job of pretending I didn't see, as she would've been mortified. This girl is everything that is good.

Jared and I may have developed a nasty habit of eating sweets while Gracie is at school and Rory is napping. By nasty I mean delightful, fun, tasty, and wonderful. That boy loves his chocolate. And his mother. I buy his love in the form of chocolate chips and am not ashamed.This is what I stare at all day long, and sometimes all night long. It's so hard to ignore her when rocking her for a nap. Today I failed and flirted with her briefly. After that she was all giggles and hair pulling. She's like chocolate, or a bread basket. Just try to resist!
My crew after getting their hair cut. I always take a picture becasue I think they look so snappy. Finally, for the biggest news....I got leopard print pajamas! Boy did they cause a stir. Jared followed me around house, patting my bum asking me if a cheetah died for my clothes. No. A cheeteh did NOT die. And then when I put Rory in her zebra get up, everyone almost had a heart attack.

Best eighteen bucks I ever spent.