I put the pics of our youngest punk on my fb page. If you want to see them and aren't a friend of mine already, send me a message and let me know you aren't some bubba in prison and I will friend ya.
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
No More Pictures!?!?!?!?
Apparently I have maxxed out on my picture space! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will have to figure something out. Until then...
sniff sniff
no more pictures. :(
a
I will have to figure something out. Until then...
sniff sniff
no more pictures. :(
a
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Another Satisfied Customer
Once again, I had to cave and allow my boys to get their hair cut. I HATE cutting their hair. It just changes their looks so much. I let my mom trim Punk 3's hair about a month ago in the back. The entire time I cursed her and told her I wouldn't like it and to plan on me being mad at her for quite some time.
Last night I prepped our friend Ryan "The Village Barber" in Winona Lake that I would also be very mad at him and not like my baby boy's haircut but not to take it personally.
Ben took him to get his first official haircut while I took pics of Ryan's three adorable children.
These pictures make me roll with laughter.
They said Punk 3 was the best customer he had ever had. He didn't move once.
I don't think his expression changed the entire time!
Last night I prepped our friend Ryan "The Village Barber" in Winona Lake that I would also be very mad at him and not like my baby boy's haircut but not to take it personally.
Ben took him to get his first official haircut while I took pics of Ryan's three adorable children.
These pictures make me roll with laughter.
They said Punk 3 was the best customer he had ever had. He didn't move once.
I don't think his expression changed the entire time!
Don't act too excited there bud!
Another satisfied customer.
Thanks Ryan!
ps. i really dislike the haircut and I am mad at you but
I will like you again in a few weeks when it grows out. :)
Cousins at the beach
the vacation was awesome because we got to spend it with my sister and her two kids. the cousins had a great time with each other!
Here are all the boys hard at work and Lyla supervising them. Good girl! :)
digging a hole to china. they promised to bring me back a baby girl.
punk 3 burying me
love these back-lit photos.
poor cabana boy got burnt the first day
our condo
a pic for the grandparents
my sis and her kids
another attempt at China.
we found this awesome sculpture
the whole gang
Cabana Boy supervising
gray and punk 1
Lyla and her ladybug collection
this was my favorite part of vacation. watching them do this all day.
remember to check out a.tonagel photography blog for some more pictures.
Friday, April 22, 2011
The Sweet Smell of Pine-Sol
A friend sent me this devotional this morning.
What a good reminder. Especially for task oriented me!
Read and enjoy...
“Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’” Matthew 19:14 (NIV)
I admit it. I’m the world’s worst when it comes to preserving photos. I have boxes of photos stacked in various cubbyholes. I tried to organize the pictures once. I divided them and placed them in large envelopes. My next step was to put them in albums. They are still in the envelopes — stacked in a box.
My children Melissa, Ryan, and Leslie are now in their 20′s and newly married. The chances of me ever getting these precious memories organized are slim to none, but I’m realizing something powerful. Memories aren’t limited to pictures.
Remember when, Mom? is a common phrase in my house now. We have become the hub, a privilege once reserved for my husband’s parents. At holidays and special weekends, they drive up and unload luggage and pile into the guest rooms. We laugh and reminisce a lot around the table. Remember when we went on treasure hunts in the pasture? Remember when you jumped on the bed and popped Ryan up in the air so high it scared you? Remember that yellow Slip-n-Slide™?
I do remember. But I also remember a young mom with three little ones who worried that her house wasn’t spotless when an unexpected guest showed up. I remember the angst of trying to do everything and the fatigue when my day ended before my chores did.
I also remember days that I threw caution to the wind and jumped on the bed, even though it might make others frown. I grabbed a shovel and gave the kids plastic buckets and we looked for old bottles and trinkets at the abandoned homestead nearby. We mixed dishwashing liquid and water and I laughed out loud as the kids flew like greased lightening across the yellow slippery slide.
Some of those memories were captured in that pre-digital age, but most were not. However, they are etched on the heart of my young adult children.
What they don’t reminisce about is the sweet, sweet smell of PineSol™. Whether my house was perfect or how it compared to others’ is not even on their radar.
Why did I worry so?
Is it good to have order and structure? Sure. But don’t allow the pressure to be the perfect mom keep you from the simplicity of playing with your children. The unmade bed will still be there when you are through, but I promise that a child will grow quickly.
Take a moment today and look past the clutter and the to-do list and be a child again. It might not be a picture-perfect moment, but it will be a memory.
Dear Lord, time passes so fast. Slow me down. Let me enjoy the smallest pleasures. Let me play with my child instead of only knocking down a to-do list. Let me laugh with my teen instead of fussing at him. Thank You for sweet memories, Amen.
What a good reminder. Especially for task oriented me!
Read and enjoy...
“Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’” Matthew 19:14 (NIV)
I admit it. I’m the world’s worst when it comes to preserving photos. I have boxes of photos stacked in various cubbyholes. I tried to organize the pictures once. I divided them and placed them in large envelopes. My next step was to put them in albums. They are still in the envelopes — stacked in a box.
My children Melissa, Ryan, and Leslie are now in their 20′s and newly married. The chances of me ever getting these precious memories organized are slim to none, but I’m realizing something powerful. Memories aren’t limited to pictures.
Remember when, Mom? is a common phrase in my house now. We have become the hub, a privilege once reserved for my husband’s parents. At holidays and special weekends, they drive up and unload luggage and pile into the guest rooms. We laugh and reminisce a lot around the table. Remember when we went on treasure hunts in the pasture? Remember when you jumped on the bed and popped Ryan up in the air so high it scared you? Remember that yellow Slip-n-Slide™?
I do remember. But I also remember a young mom with three little ones who worried that her house wasn’t spotless when an unexpected guest showed up. I remember the angst of trying to do everything and the fatigue when my day ended before my chores did.
I also remember days that I threw caution to the wind and jumped on the bed, even though it might make others frown. I grabbed a shovel and gave the kids plastic buckets and we looked for old bottles and trinkets at the abandoned homestead nearby. We mixed dishwashing liquid and water and I laughed out loud as the kids flew like greased lightening across the yellow slippery slide.
Some of those memories were captured in that pre-digital age, but most were not. However, they are etched on the heart of my young adult children.
What they don’t reminisce about is the sweet, sweet smell of PineSol™. Whether my house was perfect or how it compared to others’ is not even on their radar.
Why did I worry so?
Is it good to have order and structure? Sure. But don’t allow the pressure to be the perfect mom keep you from the simplicity of playing with your children. The unmade bed will still be there when you are through, but I promise that a child will grow quickly.
Take a moment today and look past the clutter and the to-do list and be a child again. It might not be a picture-perfect moment, but it will be a memory.
Dear Lord, time passes so fast. Slow me down. Let me enjoy the smallest pleasures. Let me play with my child instead of only knocking down a to-do list. Let me laugh with my teen instead of fussing at him. Thank You for sweet memories, Amen.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Big Punk at the Beach
If you know my big punk he is about the most social kid you will ever meet. seriously. he talks to everyone and is constantly narrating everything he does.
you know that he is a ladies' man. the beach was heaven for him.
He met Amanda from Georgia, 4 teachers from Kentucky, Rocco from who knows where, random people in elevators and a few teenage girls.
Here's the condensed story...
Cabana Boy (mine not our real one) and Punk 1 are walking to the beach and as they walk past a group of girls, they yell, "Hi Charlie!" to them.
Ben says, "Charlie, who are they????"
"Oh. Just my friends."
He comes and tells me about it laughing.
The next day my sister and I are debating/lamenting over a teenage girl that is walking the beach in front of us. Let's just say she had the most adorable teenage figure but an abundant upper chest. We were talking about whether they were God given or not and praying/hoping they were. As we are sitting and talking I finally came to the conclusion that I didn't think they were natural.
Charlie walks up behind us and says, "Hey, there are my friends!" and points to the girl.
My sister and I roll over with laughter and try to hide our tears. She finally says, "Nice Charlie. You know how to pick them at 5 years old."
you know that he is a ladies' man. the beach was heaven for him.
He met Amanda from Georgia, 4 teachers from Kentucky, Rocco from who knows where, random people in elevators and a few teenage girls.
Here's the condensed story...
Cabana Boy (mine not our real one) and Punk 1 are walking to the beach and as they walk past a group of girls, they yell, "Hi Charlie!" to them.
Ben says, "Charlie, who are they????"
"Oh. Just my friends."
He comes and tells me about it laughing.
The next day my sister and I are debating/lamenting over a teenage girl that is walking the beach in front of us. Let's just say she had the most adorable teenage figure but an abundant upper chest. We were talking about whether they were God given or not and praying/hoping they were. As we are sitting and talking I finally came to the conclusion that I didn't think they were natural.
Charlie walks up behind us and says, "Hey, there are my friends!" and points to the girl.
My sister and I roll over with laughter and try to hide our tears. She finally says, "Nice Charlie. You know how to pick them at 5 years old."
it's a requirement to get buried in the sand.
running pics are always fun.
busy, busy busy!
Exhausted after a day in the sun.
and purposely putting on a pouty face b/c his mom wants a good picture of him. :)
cousins up next. You will have to head to a.tonagel photography blog for the formal looking pics. Not that there are that many since the kiddos could have cared less about smiling for a camera. Too much sand and water to play in. :)
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Punk 2 at the beach
Every boys dream. Running free.
look at that cool wave.
He was very intense about his digging. Him being our "junk yard dog" he got in trouble quite a bit for rough housing on the beach but it was so good for him to be out in the fresh air with plenty of room to run.
When we tried to do some formal pictures. This is what Punk2 gave me. Not sure what exactly he is doing but he obviously thought this was cool.
peace out yo.
and you guessed it up next Punk1
Monday, April 18, 2011
Beach Baby
for you impatient folks. :)
Here are a few quick pics of Punk 3 enjoying the beach. Out of all three he surprised me the most. I knew the other two would love it but he LOVED it! He was scared of the ocean the first day but after that we had a hard time keeping him out of it. He was so busy carrying sand, buckets of water, eating snacks, taking naps on me under the cabana (ps. we had a REAL cabana boy! funny story at another time when i have time to write) and diving head first into the ocean.
pure joy.
Here are a few quick pics of Punk 3 enjoying the beach. Out of all three he surprised me the most. I knew the other two would love it but he LOVED it! He was scared of the ocean the first day but after that we had a hard time keeping him out of it. He was so busy carrying sand, buckets of water, eating snacks, taking naps on me under the cabana (ps. we had a REAL cabana boy! funny story at another time when i have time to write) and diving head first into the ocean.
pure joy.
don't look at gross me. focus on the cute baby. i really should have photoshoped this image. blah...
loving the king size bed that he came and crawled into every morning at 5:30am. little stinker.
still dry at this point.
not any more...
early morning walk
snuggling with cousin lyla
still dry at this point.
not any more...
snacks taste better with sand in them
king of the sandpile
i'm in love with a short pudgy man.
running away from me and my camera
Punk2 up next...
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