Thanks Aunty Caroline and Uncle Dave...for talking to Santa and all...Juliette watched this video from him. When he mentioned her name and even had her photo on his good list, welll...you should have seen her eyes light up. I teared up. She is still talking about it. SO cool!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
MERRY...focus on the MERRY.
What kind of mother fails to send out one Christmas card, newsletter, or photo via USPS two years in a row? Well, that's a loaded question, but in short...ME!
What kind of mother stops blogging or documenting her child's first year month by month, and to be honest, sometimes needs to stop to think "fifteen or sixteen months?..." This Mom.
What kind of wife schedules family photos on the COLDEST day of the century, forgetting that it is also a work day for Dad? You guessed it.
But enough self loathing...my plate is beyond full. It is more like a big plastic, slippery tray with cracked handles...you know? I am not alone. And so, I commend those of you who are able to do it all. I like to think that we all have our "seasons." This is not my best season. Okay, so last year was not my best season either, but GOOD things are not extinct and it has been my season in other ways. Yes, good things are still all around me...
Here a few of those good things...and people. Well, at least those I was able to post with a photo.
Below you will find:
partial family photos (Vaughn at 15 1/2 months btw)
JuJu's concert
JuJu's art lessons
ginger bread house
our wreath, which is really a long piece of garland with lights thrown on it...hey, i did it in thirty seconds
a close up of one of our trees.
Best I can do.
I know that we are lucky in more ways than one. Do I always feel that way? Rarely, but what a Christmas miracle that I am able to blog such a statement! jk...in many ways i do feel lucky because our lives have been full of unexpected, unique, and special stories and circumstances. Life would be so dull if there were no bumps.
I can say one thing for a FACT...we don't know the meaning of boring. Not in our vocabulary or existence. Always somethin around here...
Perhaps it is all about perspective...life is an adventure....a roller coaster, and I like both! Weeeeeee!!!!!!! (remind me to read this next time I get low)
Happy Holidays to each and every one of you. We are so happy to have our dear friends and family...very COOL friends and family at that! I am sending my love and prayers to each and every one of you...not on my knees, I hate to say, but usually while driving, or pretending to clean, or singing, or waiting in line, etc....I am learning to be happy for others, no matter what. Believe it or not, this is not an easy concept. Ever tried it?
I look at these photos below and try to think like a child...like my children. As I type this, they are in the living room dancing to the music of The Polar Express. So there you go. I better stop blogging and start dancing.
What kind of mother stops blogging or documenting her child's first year month by month, and to be honest, sometimes needs to stop to think "fifteen or sixteen months?..." This Mom.
What kind of wife schedules family photos on the COLDEST day of the century, forgetting that it is also a work day for Dad? You guessed it.
But enough self loathing...my plate is beyond full. It is more like a big plastic, slippery tray with cracked handles...you know? I am not alone. And so, I commend those of you who are able to do it all. I like to think that we all have our "seasons." This is not my best season. Okay, so last year was not my best season either, but GOOD things are not extinct and it has been my season in other ways. Yes, good things are still all around me...
Here a few of those good things...and people. Well, at least those I was able to post with a photo.
Below you will find:
partial family photos (Vaughn at 15 1/2 months btw)
JuJu's concert
JuJu's art lessons
ginger bread house
our wreath, which is really a long piece of garland with lights thrown on it...hey, i did it in thirty seconds
a close up of one of our trees.
Best I can do.
I know that we are lucky in more ways than one. Do I always feel that way? Rarely, but what a Christmas miracle that I am able to blog such a statement! jk...in many ways i do feel lucky because our lives have been full of unexpected, unique, and special stories and circumstances. Life would be so dull if there were no bumps.
I can say one thing for a FACT...we don't know the meaning of boring. Not in our vocabulary or existence. Always somethin around here...
Perhaps it is all about perspective...life is an adventure....a roller coaster, and I like both! Weeeeeee!!!!!!! (remind me to read this next time I get low)
Happy Holidays to each and every one of you. We are so happy to have our dear friends and family...very COOL friends and family at that! I am sending my love and prayers to each and every one of you...not on my knees, I hate to say, but usually while driving, or pretending to clean, or singing, or waiting in line, etc....I am learning to be happy for others, no matter what. Believe it or not, this is not an easy concept. Ever tried it?
I look at these photos below and try to think like a child...like my children. As I type this, they are in the living room dancing to the music of The Polar Express. So there you go. I better stop blogging and start dancing.
Monday, December 14, 2009
pics
Photo time and more to post. Here are a few from our Crown Center Santa visit as well as one of our family outings....in this case, The Nelson art museum.
Friday, December 11, 2009
A happy, heavy heart
Someone anonymously gave tonight. I am humbled...grateful...inspired. My heart is spilling over. I have no other words...well maybe two for now. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Monday, November 30, 2009
blog vomit aka "I, I, I"
WARNING...skip to the previous post for happy photos and such...this one I'm about to write will be a doosey. (:
Good things have come my way lately...bad ones too. The problem is, I seem to feel the bad ones more. They hurt. I am sore and tired....sort of broken.
I had this dream once that the toilet kept overflowing. I would clean it up over and over again and it would keep overflowing...nasty, relentless waste just overwhelming me. This dream still haunts me. I fight it almost daily and usually win...but not today. Not tonight.
Good things....obviously my family. My kids esp who are the brightest stars in my sky. Adrian. Can't imagine life without him. Trust me, I am aware of the blessings. But I am not one of these who can overlook the struggles. I have yet to master the "I am so grateful for my trials," pose.
I asked God tonight, "HOW LONG?!!!" I shouted it out towards the ceiling.
On one hand, I feel such a sense of loss on a daily basis. On the other, I have had so many unique and wonderful experiences,smack dab in the middle of adversity. Exciting things have come my way, but tonight I feel like it is all a tease. Someone is dangling a taste of my dreams fulfilled in front of me...and then yanking it away just as I start to believe. What makes me really angry, is when I think of how unfair it seems...I don't want only for me. My children are my motivation. God is my motivation. I promised him when I was little...sitting in our front yard in the green grass...I promised God that I would live up to his expectations. He told me I would be great. It would help if I knew what the heck I was doing.
I suppose if my children learn one thing about me though, it is that I don't believe in giving up on dreams. And dreams change, it's true...but nights like tonight, I just want to throw in the towel. I fold. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Just here for the ride. Wheel me out.
(no worries...this is just emily uncensored, acting a little dramatic)
I am trying to put myself in a place, ten years from now, looking back on today. I hope it all makes sense. I hope I can put it all together.
I am tired. Of course I never sleep well, but I know how to feel exhausted. My body can go and go, buy my mind is weak. My heart is weak. My spirit is weak.
But you know, it's almost Christmas, and one thing I am happy about is this:
For the first time in my entire life, I truly do not care one bit about the things you can't take with you. I don't want things...I want experiences. I want stories and memories and knowledge.
Okay so one thing I WOULD really love is to travel...to Brazil. Anyway...
Juliette asked Santa for a goldfish. I was in tears because this is a little girl who could easily have a long list including every Toys R Us piece of junk in the catalogue. Juliette wants a goldfish...she wants to travel to China and New York. She wants to see her family in Arkansas and Iowa...she wants to have tea parties with super powers. Every now and then, she will look through her old photo albums and say to me, "Can I go back and do all of those things allll over again?" She has an appreciation for her experiences, not the "stuff" on the side. I do wish I could fly her to NYC. I am afraid that I won't be able to make their dreams come true. Vaughn and Juliette. Every parent fears this I am sure of it.
Tonight, I am sad because I wish she could go back and rewind, replay. I wish I could go back. I would love to be anywhere but the present...however, I'm sure I will say the same thing about this season of my life, years from now. Why do I hate the present? The moment is where it's at right? Well at the moment, I feel like crap. SO there ya go. HA!
Oookayyyy...that's quite enough. Just have to mix it up...keepin it real. A man said to me recently about life not being fair, "You can't have Christmas every day." Amen to that. Next post will be cheerio!
HEY! I feel better. Guess I just needed to purge.
Good things have come my way lately...bad ones too. The problem is, I seem to feel the bad ones more. They hurt. I am sore and tired....sort of broken.
I had this dream once that the toilet kept overflowing. I would clean it up over and over again and it would keep overflowing...nasty, relentless waste just overwhelming me. This dream still haunts me. I fight it almost daily and usually win...but not today. Not tonight.
Good things....obviously my family. My kids esp who are the brightest stars in my sky. Adrian. Can't imagine life without him. Trust me, I am aware of the blessings. But I am not one of these who can overlook the struggles. I have yet to master the "I am so grateful for my trials," pose.
I asked God tonight, "HOW LONG?!!!" I shouted it out towards the ceiling.
On one hand, I feel such a sense of loss on a daily basis. On the other, I have had so many unique and wonderful experiences,smack dab in the middle of adversity. Exciting things have come my way, but tonight I feel like it is all a tease. Someone is dangling a taste of my dreams fulfilled in front of me...and then yanking it away just as I start to believe. What makes me really angry, is when I think of how unfair it seems...I don't want only for me. My children are my motivation. God is my motivation. I promised him when I was little...sitting in our front yard in the green grass...I promised God that I would live up to his expectations. He told me I would be great. It would help if I knew what the heck I was doing.
I suppose if my children learn one thing about me though, it is that I don't believe in giving up on dreams. And dreams change, it's true...but nights like tonight, I just want to throw in the towel. I fold. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Just here for the ride. Wheel me out.
(no worries...this is just emily uncensored, acting a little dramatic)
I am trying to put myself in a place, ten years from now, looking back on today. I hope it all makes sense. I hope I can put it all together.
I am tired. Of course I never sleep well, but I know how to feel exhausted. My body can go and go, buy my mind is weak. My heart is weak. My spirit is weak.
But you know, it's almost Christmas, and one thing I am happy about is this:
For the first time in my entire life, I truly do not care one bit about the things you can't take with you. I don't want things...I want experiences. I want stories and memories and knowledge.
Okay so one thing I WOULD really love is to travel...to Brazil. Anyway...
Juliette asked Santa for a goldfish. I was in tears because this is a little girl who could easily have a long list including every Toys R Us piece of junk in the catalogue. Juliette wants a goldfish...she wants to travel to China and New York. She wants to see her family in Arkansas and Iowa...she wants to have tea parties with super powers. Every now and then, she will look through her old photo albums and say to me, "Can I go back and do all of those things allll over again?" She has an appreciation for her experiences, not the "stuff" on the side. I do wish I could fly her to NYC. I am afraid that I won't be able to make their dreams come true. Vaughn and Juliette. Every parent fears this I am sure of it.
Tonight, I am sad because I wish she could go back and rewind, replay. I wish I could go back. I would love to be anywhere but the present...however, I'm sure I will say the same thing about this season of my life, years from now. Why do I hate the present? The moment is where it's at right? Well at the moment, I feel like crap. SO there ya go. HA!
Oookayyyy...that's quite enough. Just have to mix it up...keepin it real. A man said to me recently about life not being fair, "You can't have Christmas every day." Amen to that. Next post will be cheerio!
HEY! I feel better. Guess I just needed to purge.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
i am thankful for.....
a tiny part of our favorite park
feeding the ducks before sat night dinner
photo fun at union station
union station...ww1 museum in background. love this shot
one of many (hundreds) trees in the contest, but she wins first prize.
my girl
why didn't i think of this?
he's got the beat
grandaddy!
the antique ride on train...juju's fave union station tradition...now with little brother!
the trains...oh the trains!!!
walkin in the freaky springtime november weather
walkin in the freaky springtime november weatheroh my darlin how they love her
brother and sister
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Angels Watchin Over JuJu!
Juliette went through her bedroom window tonight...while dancing. Shattered it.
SHE IS FINE! She has one helluva guardian angel. Let me first say that I am extra grateful to God tonight. Phew!
Sooo..
We have our share of stressful times around here, but one thing we always make time for are dance parties. Tonight, after baths were taken and teeth were brushed, we all gathered in JuJu's room for a 90's dance party.
Adrian and Vaughn had just finished kickin trash on the dance floor when it is was JuJu's turn. So we all watched her dance to "Come On Ride That Train." She was in the zone...JuJu style!
Next thing we know she spins and loses her balance, falling into her window. The blinds were down and closed. It happened so fast. We heard the sound....that horrible sound of glass breaking. By the time we realized what had happened she had already bounced right back in. He little body went through the window and into the outdoor screen. She pretty much bounced off of the screen and back into the room.
Immediately I pulled her to me thinking surely she was bloody and just didn't realize it yet. She was laughing...hysterically. I looked at Adrian in shock. JuJu was FINE. After confirming that there were no wounds, we just fell on the floor laughing with relief.
Adrian and I quickly cleared the room of children and raised the blinds. There was nothing left but a few LARGE shards of glass. Ghost style...the movie...you know. Anyway, needless to say we are glad she is alright.
Well, so much for that "historic window." I am sure the glass was so thin, but I had no idea it was THAT thin!
I still can't believe, after seeing what was left of the window, that she was completely unharmed. Not even bruised. Truly a miracle.
Anyway, when The Frost Fam dances, we mean business.
SHE IS FINE! She has one helluva guardian angel. Let me first say that I am extra grateful to God tonight. Phew!
Sooo..
We have our share of stressful times around here, but one thing we always make time for are dance parties. Tonight, after baths were taken and teeth were brushed, we all gathered in JuJu's room for a 90's dance party.
Adrian and Vaughn had just finished kickin trash on the dance floor when it is was JuJu's turn. So we all watched her dance to "Come On Ride That Train." She was in the zone...JuJu style!
Next thing we know she spins and loses her balance, falling into her window. The blinds were down and closed. It happened so fast. We heard the sound....that horrible sound of glass breaking. By the time we realized what had happened she had already bounced right back in. He little body went through the window and into the outdoor screen. She pretty much bounced off of the screen and back into the room.
Immediately I pulled her to me thinking surely she was bloody and just didn't realize it yet. She was laughing...hysterically. I looked at Adrian in shock. JuJu was FINE. After confirming that there were no wounds, we just fell on the floor laughing with relief.
Adrian and I quickly cleared the room of children and raised the blinds. There was nothing left but a few LARGE shards of glass. Ghost style...the movie...you know. Anyway, needless to say we are glad she is alright.
Well, so much for that "historic window." I am sure the glass was so thin, but I had no idea it was THAT thin!
I still can't believe, after seeing what was left of the window, that she was completely unharmed. Not even bruised. Truly a miracle.
Anyway, when The Frost Fam dances, we mean business.
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