Princess Party

Rebekah wanted a princess party and boy did Mom deliver!

Bekah had 8 little girlfriends over, oh pardon me, 8 little princesses join her in celebrating this momentous occasion. Her royal majesty made a darling Cinderella and a gracious host...um, that is until the end when all the other little princesses wanted to play with the freshly unwrapped treasures. It was then that our darling little princess lost it a little and shed some pretty big tears...party stress, we've all been there.

My little angel is growing up!

This makes me happy and sad. Rebekah grew up so quickly it seems. She was always a very quiet and content baby, I was truly spoiled, so I understand why the time went by so quickly. I relished in her peaceful personality and then she turned 3...and she wanted to start doing things her way...The Queen's Way. Anyone who has had a three year old in the house knows exactly what I'm taking about. Now we're here, at the threshold of turning 4, (we threw her party a little early because of Thanksgiving) and I'm sad the traces of babyhood I once saw in Bekah are quickly vanishing away, but excited to have a 4 year old again, it a much more agreeable age.

I love her cherub face, I love those adorable munchy cheeks, and she is one of the sweetest little angels I've ever known, inside and out! Don't ever change Bekah, you are beautiful & special & sweet & I love you so much I think I'll just burst with joy!

Is This The End of MGR Posts?

This year may mark the end of our blogging days. I've been mulling over the pros and cons for several weeks now. Part of me wants stop blogging and turn my attention to my other, more serious writing ambitions. And since I have very little spare time, (usually only Mo's nap time) I'm forced to use "MY" time effeciently...something I don't always do well.

I can't always sit down and blog as I'd like to and it frustrates me that laundry, meals, housework, and endless demands of my children interupt the writer trapped inside here. I know I chose this, but no woman truly understands how all consuming motherhood is until she's there in the midst of it, runny noses, crying baby, fighting kids, surrounded by another dumped over toy box, "uggh." A mother with young children, correction - several young children has a choice, get a sitter & pursue her own passions fulltime, try to juggle both, or focus on family and come back to those dreams later in life. I'm not putting the kids in day care, and I'm NOT that good at juggling, I want to go back to school but I know I can't do both at this stage of life. Plus Mike's already going to school, two of us in school would be absolutely nuts.

The other part of me, The Family Historian says, "You're crazy!" The blog offers an easy way to record what's happening in our family, without sitting down and painfulling scrawling it all out in a journal - OH, that's so old fashioned, plus, writing with a pencil or pen hurts my hand after two paragraphs, I'm way too accustomed to typing.

The blog helps keep us in touch with family and friends.

It will be a great book of remembrance for the children once we publish it in a book!

BUT don't I do that with all of our scrapbooks?

BUT I hardly journal our lives this much in the scrapbooks, since I started our blog those evolved into mostly fancy-shmancy picture albums.

Sometimes reading other people's blogs makes me turn a shade of green, as I envy the free time they have - as all their children are in school, or how they've successfully navigated their way through the baby years. Hold on, I think I smell a poopy diaper calling my name. I'm tired of poopy diapers.

Okay this is how I think out loud. Scary huh? Ya, you don't want to get too involved in my mind, it's a little cluttered up here sometimes.

Blogging has been so much fun. Maybe to satisfy both sides, I'll move to a designated blog time once a month, instead of feeling like I need to catch up all the time, I'll worry about it only at that time and during my other "free time" I'll pursue those dreams that are starting to feel very far away.



And to my blog's number one fan, don't worry Grandma Lois, I'll think I'll choose to keep the blog. I love you so much and you inspire my writing with all of your words of encouragement...us writers can be a sensitive bunch sometimes - constant encouragement and a lifetime supply are of chocolate help fight off even the worst cases of writer's block.

Wild Emma!

I love parent teacher conference! I especially love it when I come away with a funny story about my kids. Now, if you don't know Emma very well than this story may need a little more set up, but since most of the readers of this blog (all twelve of you) know her pretty well, I'll forgo the dramatic-build.

Her teacher told me, "Please don't be offended, but I kind of have a funny story about Emma." I assured I wouldn't get offended and to please proceed...(funny story - PLEASE tell - anything I can tease her about later in life, especially during those tween & teen years!)

She said, "One day I was calling for Emma, but she was in another room, so the kids asked her to specify, 'Which Emma?' Our Emma...the only one in our class, (that doesn't happen too often), to which the kids replied, 'Oh, Wild Emma!' "


I love that story! But I started thinking about why the kids saw it fitting to call her "Wild Emma." Could it be her animated personality? Or the way she kind of bounces around everywhere instead of just walking (most little kids do this - Aaron prefers to literally bounce off pieces of furniture or toy totes), or is it her hair? The wavey hair she sports so beautifully after we've braided and braided and braided the night before to produce what we like to call the "Lion Hair."

I love that girl! I love her energy, I love her child's zest for life! I especially love that her "energy" doesn't really come in the form of making messes anymore. It's more geared toward her passions - reading, fashion, writing stories, making new friends, art and theater (I'm including movies in there). Emma when you read this, (and yes I plan on making you sit down and read this), I hope you will know your Mother loves you so much!

Wild Emma will do just fine for now. But once you enter Junior High I must insist on a new knickname...

I'll tell you why later.

Quotable Kids

Last night Mike took Bekah to the store with him. They passed by a man standing at the Red Box when Bekah said, "That guy has chubby cheeks." (Thankfully she was soft enough he didn't hear). Then Mike said, "No he just has a beard. Ya know Bekah, you have cute little chubby cheeks." To which Bekah defiantly responded, "I don't have a beard!"

Boo!

Beware...The Candy Corn Vampire!

I love Halloween!

Just look at these cute little monsters.

The 2 Gorillas &...

The Wicked Witch and her 3 Little Cats.

A Birthday Tribute

This is our Aunt Coco.

(She's our Mom's sister.)

She's really fun and she likes to take us places.

Today is her 30th Birthday!

She likes to be silly with us and she's not afraid to

get down on the ground and wrestle!

Kids love to wrestle, ya know?!

We love you so much Aunt Coco!

And we hope you have a very Happy 30th Birthday!!

Baby Coco

Isn't she cute!

You must have been a beautiful baby!

I love ya sis!

Happy Birthday

Let's do lunch next week.

Love,

Gail

One

Hi! My name is Moriah, but around here they like to call me Mo, Mosey, Mo-Mo and Mosey Pie. This is my first birthday. In our family we have a tradition, it's called the "Birthday Rock."

Every time a family member has a birthday, they take a seat on this rock and get their picture taken.

Is all this attention really for me?!

Birthday dinner...Yummy!

Time for presents...Now what do I do with these things again?

Is that for me?

Yep! That's for me!!

Now it's time for a birthday bath, time to wash off all this cake!