I’m thinkin’…

…that maybe, just maybe, we need to start checking the zucchini plants a little bit better.

 

Luke told me that he thinks Addy will now be permanently scarred by ginormous vegetables.  And that he’s blaming me for her not wanting to watch Veggie Tales when she’s older. 

Apparently the lack of bush supervision had nothing to do with him… 

Forbidden Love

Piper is in love with my mom’s Boston terrier, Stitch.

In fact, “Stitch” was on the of the first words Piper said.  It comes out like a “schjxz” kind of sound, but it works.  And we know what it means.  Of course, it’s the same sound for sandwiCH, lunCH, CHicken, CHinchilla, CHeese…  you get the picture.

Anyway, any time Piper sees a Boston (they all look so much alike), she gets uber excited and starts calling Stitch’s name.  And any time she gets close to a Boston, she starts giggling and asking for kisses (much to my mom’s chagrin.)

We went to my grandparent’s house the other day; their dogs Sassy and Starr, also Bostons, were sent outside while Addy was on the floor.  Piper felt bad for them and talked to them through the screen door forever.  They’d come up to the screen and she’d crack. up.  She had so much fun with those silly dogs; and we couldn’t stop laughing, either!

I can’t imagine that it’d feel very good to lick the screen, but the sweetness of a cute little girl on the other side was worth it, apparently.

Yup.

…‘cept when she’s not.

Oh Good Gravy

I’m going to blame it on the fact that my computer somehow reconfigured itself to disallow any attempt at a stable internet connection for about two weeks.  Fan-freakin’-tastic.  Especially since if I lose my internet connection while I’m working, I get kicked off until it sits overnight.  So not only have I been neglecting the blog, but I’ve been neglecting my work duties, too.  Wonderful.

It’s been a busy few weeks with LOTS going on, including a trip to the mountains, our Step Up Walk, Addy’s four-month birthday…  So hang with me while I make some kind of attempt to get caught up. 

…and unless a certain little twerp decides to start SLEEPING sometime soon, it may take longer than anticipated…

What do you think?

With this pose, I wonder if she has a career as host of the Late Show in her future.

In the not so distant future, I see her getting away with murder.

Man, I love that grin. 

Playing Dress-Up

The joys of having a big sister…

Getting it juuuuuust right…

What do YOU think, Addy?

I’m not sure WHAT Addy thought- she was dead set on attacking Piper after the fashion show…

Nothing I love more than taking a break from work to peek around my computer screen and seeing these interactions.  They SO love each other.  And it’s way too sweet.

We’ll just ignore the fact that Addy’s no long on the playmat, okay?

One Step Forward

28 months. 

(Reliably) 20 pounds.

Forward facing.

It’s a big day.

Remembering

Church today started out with snippets from the news casts of the 9/11 attacks.  I don’t think I’ve seen large blocks of the footage since 2001.

That was the day that Luke, my then fiance, was “at war.”  It was the day that we started talking about deployment, war exercises, increased security on base (to the point that he couldn’t get on OR off); we had no idea what was happening, where things were going, or how quickly they were coming. 

I had been in college for about a week-and-a-half.  San Diego was considered a higher threat because of the ports, the military bases around, and because of the proximity to LAX.  For the weeks after that, Luke got drafted from his unit to do base security; he worked horrible, relentless hours and wasn’t allowed to do his normal job.

He didn’t end up deploying until February, 2003.  We were still able to get married the summer before he left.  I felt like we lived a life in limbo- he was imminently deploying for months before they got the final orders.  I decided to move back home and take the semester off from school.  There were wills to complete, powers of attorneys to fill out, and documents that questioned who I wanted to be with me if they had to tell me something had happened to Luke.  It was a lot to cope with being a 19-year-old newly wed. 

But he came home.  And now our life is normal.  He wasn’t left with any scars that carry over into our lives.  We have our little girls, and life is good.

To all those who never made it home, to the families who were left behind, to those whose lives will never be the same, we remember.