Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Baby Whitney.

Baby Whitney could use your prayers.  She is fighting for her life.  And her parents are right there with her.  Watching her story unfold has been heart-wrenching.
When I met them at the hospital this Sunday past to take pictures I wanted to capture all the emotion.  I wanted it to be like I wasn't there.  I wanted to catch a raw, real moment. I didn't want to say a word, so I didn't, and tears streamed down my face behind the camera.  It was clear to me how much they love their sweet baby.  She is so lucky to have loving parents who are fighting for her life and giving her the best care.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Father's Day

Between settling, decorating, painting, party planning, mothering, newborn-ing, photo shooting, cleaning, exercising, eating and sleeping my blog has really suffered.

But I couldn't let another day go by without celebrating D. These three are lucky to have this man as their dad. They think the world of him, and so do I.
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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Growing Pains

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I recently informed D that from June 2009 to June 2012 (three years) we had three children, D held five different jobs, we owned two homes, lived in five different places of dwelling and three different states. 

He replied, "And it has got to stop..."

The last three years have seen a lot of ups and downs.  Through this journey we've grown tired-- emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually. But during the difficulties of change I learned about myself.  I discovered who I was; I came to an understanding about myself that I had never had.  I went through hard things and uncovered my capabilities and weaknesses.  I discovered I had limitations and more capacity than I knew.  I learned how to take one day at a time.  I learned who my husband really is.  After over six years together I feel like I really understand and know him. I saw him at his best, his worst, vulnerable, and strong.  I uncovered secrets in my own soul. I learned the power of my thoughts and the importance of my deeds.  I learned independence and dependence.  I felt my lowest lows and my highest highs.  I felt safe and lonely. I felt loved and lost. I felt desperation and fulfillment. I exercized my capabilities and my resolve was weakened. My faith waivered and my testimony grew. I knew God was there; I wondered where He was. I felt forgotten and secure. I grew and stayed the same. I recieved answers and had more questions. I was humbled and gained confidence.  My responsibilites became more serious; I learned to laugh at myself more. 

I look back at these three years with relief and awe. 

Monday, June 11, 2012

Ah dinnae ken

The title of this post is a Scottish saying that has nothing to do with the post itself.  Any idea what it means?  We use it in our daily conversations.  ***Post edit....did you see my FIL's comment in the comments section?  And they claim to speak english!

The Scottish in us had a big week last week. We celebrated the Queens diamond jubilee and attended the Scottish Festival over the weekend. I begged D to wear his kilt. It didn't happen because it is at my parents house.  But you bet next time we go for a visit it will be coming home with us.  He hasn't put it on since our wedding. 

For the Queens diamond jubilee we enjoyed scones, sausage rolls, meat pies, crackers (filled with a selection of cadburys), trifle and caramel and chocolate coated digestives.  

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THEN at the Scottish Festival I tried Haggis for the first time.  I am not a picky eater and one bite was plenty.  We had another round of sausage rolls and meat pies at the festival and lots of kettle corn. I find it amusing to see the obsession and fascination Americans have with Scotland. People come to these festivals with all their pride, kilts, attempts at a Scottish accent, Clan tartans, and even a Scottish sense of humor (have you met my father-in-law? The Scots are jokesters!) Honestly I think Scottish-loving-Americans are more passionate about Scottish heritage than the Scots are...D validated that. 
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Fact:  I am trained in the art of Irish step dance and used to teach it. You learn new things everyday, don't you?
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Thursday, June 7, 2012

Totes, everyone.

"Totes" really?! I keep seeing this word, which I am assuming means "totally," pop up in social media dialogue. Ugh. Social media is the worst thing to happen to the spelling and verbiage of the English language.

I Just needed to step up on my soap box momentarily. I'll be back soon. We have had quite the week of parties. Everything from national donut day to the Queens diamond jubilee to the Scottish festival tomorrow. Pictures coming soon.

P.s who is wondering when on earth I am going to change my blog name? Grey skies and my current blue skies don't mesh. I just haven't found the motivation to design a cute header for the new name. Any volunteers?