Oh Nicole, they are too sweet for words!!! I could just squish those chubby cheeks! And Natalie's song was beauiful! :) Elijah loved watching it with me...I think he has a crush :D
Janna's theme for Feed Me Books Friday is books that inspire imagination. I have an extremely literal preschooler, so we don't read many imaginative books - she has wayyyyy too much trouble understanding pretend in books, although she will pretend in her play. I don't get it, but it's her. Anyways, I have to share this book that I absolutely adore! I got it from the library for Natalie to see if she would adore it too, but I think it was lost on her. However, I picked up a copy (which has since been lost) when I was in college for my bookshelf when I was a teacher, and it's so very funny. My guess would be it's intended for the lower elementary crowd who could get some of the humor, but I promise grownups will love it too. The book is Tough Cookie This book tells the story of a cookie. At the beginning of his life he was at the top of the jar, but over time he fell to the bottom where the crumbs, "folks" other cookies look down on as less than ideal, ...
Natalie was hamming it up for Tim the other night. Well, a lot has been going on in the past two months. About a month or so after the miscarriage, I was noticing something wasn't quite as it should be. I took a pregnancy test, and it came back positive. That was strange to me, because we were trying to prevent that as requested by the doctor. They called me in for blood work, and everything was indicating that I was pregnant. I was quite confused, as you can probably imagine. Two weeks ago we went in to have an ultrasound. That was eight weeks after the miscarriage. In that ultrasound they found what appeared to be a baby developing at 5 weeks gestation. We were quite perplexed, of course, because in our minds it should be about 8 weeks. The doctor asked us to come back today because at 7 weeks they should be able to see a heartbeat. The doctor said there was a good chance that there were just leftovers in there because of the earlier miscarriage, but that my numbers (hormone leve...
I have been thinking since last week about what to write when it comes to preschool. I am participating in a fun project put on by my friend Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales. Check it out! There are so many options. I could write about my imaginary friend, Polk-a-Roo, who I was actually a little afraid of. I could write about losing my favorite My-Little-Pony, Firefly, in the sandbox when some mean boys buried it at preschool. I could write about my only child, only grandchild years before my brother came along. I could write about my first “best friend,” the girl across the street (Klaire), who I sobbed over when it was time to move away. I could write about all of those things, but the truth is my preschool years are some of the most important of my life. See, my parents wanted me to be a “good person.” To reach that goal, they started going to church. Not long after they started attending church, something happened that would change the course of my life forever. My parents, throug...
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