Do you know?

I asked Dakotah today who she wanted to help with her homework, me or Daddy.

She replied, "You, because Daddy doesn't know things yet."

Too bad, Clay! Kindergarten homework is just too hard for ya!


(PS I have no idea why blogger won't let my videos work! If you want to see Colby scoot, I guess you'll have to visit!)

Colby can do the worm crawl

Blogger has finally consented to display my videos. Here they are!

The Worst Dinner Ever

On Mondays I teach piano lessons until 5:30pm so dinners aren't usually stellar on these nights. (Except for Tuesdays when I teach until 6:00pm and dinners are usually frozen french fries.)

But not last night! I decided that we would have spaghetti, which is simple but tasty. So I started boiling my water and then got to work making chocolate parfaits for FHE dessert.

The water boiled, I threw in the noodles, finished making the parfaits and then opened the fridge to get the spaghetti sauce that was left over in there. But I couldn't find it. I looked on every shelf, sure it was hiding somewhere because I knew there was sauce in there somewhere!

There wasn't.

So I ran down to the storage room. No spaghetti sauce. We didn't even have tomato sauce to put on the noodles.

So what did I do? The girls and I sat at the kitchen table and ate plain spaghetti noodles with our fingers.

When Clay came home I told him of our "stellar" dinner. He didn't say anything, just dumped the rest of the noodles down the drain.

The parfaits were good, though.

It's finally finished!

I bought the material to make this suit more than two years ago. After a lot of frustration and a little screaming, it is finally finished and it turned out very well! Can't tell in the pictures but it's black with pink pinstripes. Note to self: never make anything with lapels again!!!

(Photos courtesy of Dakotah.)

Visiting Austin

Sunday we go to the cemetery like we do every Sunday. As we drive down the lane I look for the place where my baby lies. I see his stuffed animals there as we left them. We stop on the side of the road. I get out and start walking toward my baby's grave. As I walk I glance around at the other baby graves. I'm almost to Austin's grave when I see a new marker. I walk over and look down at the little marker. I read the name and see that this baby lived a little while before he died.

My heart immediately goes out to the mother who only last week lost her son. I know how she feels, I know all the pain and sorrow and disbelief that she is feeling. I am full of sadness that someone else has to endure this suffering. I wonder about her. I wonder how she is doing at this moment.

I walk over to my baby's grave. I clean it off and shake the dirt from his animals. And I think. I think about the day I lost my baby. I think about how I felt to hold him in my arms and then to have him taken. I stare at his picture on his headstone and remember looking at him in my arms. I look from Austin's picture to Colby and search for some resemblance between them.

It's time to go. It's too cold to be out any longer. I look back at the new marker and I think that Austin has a new friend by him. We say goodbye to Austin and tell him we'll be back next week. I start to walk away but I pause and look back. I whisper, "I love you" one more time. I start to walk again, but again I pause and look over my shoulder at the place where I have laid my son. Finally, I get in the car. I watch Austin's grave as we drive away until I can't see it anymore. Until next week..........I love you.

Colby and Brenna...

...sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S........ oh wait, they are too young for that stuff. For now, Brenna will settle for taking toys away from Colby. Colby, try as he might, just can't get it back!