This (Little) Old Man

This week I made Eli a "Little Old Man" shirt with a faux tie and suspenders. He took a fancy to it right away, proudly pointing out his "Tie and some spenders" to anyone who would care to pay him notice. I attribute his loving it so much to the fact that it is one of the few things I've made for him to wear. Poor kid. Sister gets dresses and twirly skirts, but little brother is deprived due to his mother's lack of originality/ingenuity at finding good little boy sewing ideas. I'm hoping to break the cycle this year, though. I've got a few ideas to throw in the mix, so hopefully I can even out their homemade wardrobes a little bit.

And that face is the "smile" I get 90% of the time right now. (Perhaps you noticed it in the chicken noodle soup photo from the Snow Post?) I think it captures his personality at this age perfectly. He is such a ham!

Snow Day!

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to photo (and blog) document the biggest snow I've ever seen in my hometown in all my 30 years.

Yesterday we received between 1-2 inches of snow in Robinson County. (Yep, that's our biggest snow in three decades...impressive, huh?)

Norah was ecstatic. We've been talking a lot about the frequency of Christmas, and how it only comes once a year, just like her birthday, and that it has only been 2 months since Christmas, so she'd have to wait 10 more months until it would come again. And then, it snowed. Of course, she thought that the blankets of white stuff depicted in every Christmas movie she's ever seen, and to which a multitude of carols have been devoted, meant that Jack Frost had renigged and was sending her Christmas a little earlier than promised.
N: It's snowing!!!! That means....it's CHRISTMAS-TIME!!!!"
Thankfully, the fun we had in the snow cushioned the blow of reality that Christmas was still, in fact 10 months away.


Eli was excited about the snow too, but mainly because he gauges his expected responses to life on Norah's. (Well, that, and because the kid next door was eating a huge chunk of it, and Eli's always up for a new eating experience)





Even Jason indulged me for a photo-op. After going from vacationing in Colorado for at least 5 years, solid to quitting cold turkey when we had the kids, we've missed our time playing in the snow together. (Granted, we didn't pull out the skiis/snowboard yesterday, but with the Winter Olympics running, it wasn't like we hadn't considered it for at least a second)



We made our first legitimate "rolled" snow men. It's pretty sad that I didn't know until yesterday that snow could actually be rolled into balls the way they do it in cartoons. (And yes, I did mention earlier that I've been to snowy Colorado at least 5 times, but those trips consisted more of skiing and packed snowball fights)



I think Jason thought I was a little crazy when I emerged from the house with a bag of fruit and some scrap fabric. But judge for yourself, they look SO much cuter with faces and scarves! And these might very well be the only snowmen our kids ever have a picture of in their own front yard, so I didn't want to skimp!


I loved that just a little snow brought the neighbors outside to visit. Mr. Leslie from 4 doors down came over and asked to take our picture (to send to his daughter to prove it really did snow here). We were thankful to have him take one our camera too. (Incidentally, Mr. Leslie is a very cool neighbor. He plays the bagpipes in his backyard from time to time, and is really good! )
This photo was about 30 seconds before I took Eli inside. He decided pretty quickly that snow was for the birds, and he wanted to be warm and inside.

So, we brought everyone indoors, and the kids consumed their obligatory post-snow mugs of chicken noodle soup.



The soup did the trick and de-iced Eli's personality (and funny bone).



Mmmm mmmmm good to the last drop!

From the Mouthes of Babes...

Excited, upon seeing that Aunt Paige had made it to her birthday party...
N: Aunt Paige!!! I was afraid you'd come!

Eli's latest bail-out tactic for himself when he's caught doing something wrong...
A: Eli, that is a no-no! Big trouble!
E: (pointing his index finger as if to scold himself, while smiling mischievously) "Naughty little kitten!"

The following exchange took place when Eli was having a mini-whining fit...
Grandmother: Eli, aren't you a big boy?
Eli: (with a definite air of defience) "No."
Grandmother: Then are you a little boy?
Eli: No.
Grandmother: Then what are you?
Eli: I'm a GIRL.
At this point, the entire house erupted into laughter, including Eli, who, conveniently forgot what he was whining about in the first place. Incidentally, Eli and Norah went to the back of the house shortly after this conversation, and Eli emerged a few minutes later, running into the room with his t-shirt pulled up over his head shouting,
E: "Help my dress is stuck! My dress!"

*Note...some of you had asked why Eli didn't have cute Valentines like Norah. It wasn't like we didn't try. The above photos were the two *best* shots I got of him. The first one he was pretty close, he just forgot to close his fist...but the second one sort of reminded me of the grip a young warrior would have on a spear...so we finally decided to call it a day, and just eat some candy. (I don't think he was disappointed in the slightest)

My Funny Valentine

Yesterday, Norah and I had so much fun shooting photos to make her own, personalized Valentines. I thought they turned out pretty cute, though I can't take credit for being the creative genius who thought it up...I found the idea here earlier this week and knew right away we had to copy it!

If you're still looking for a fun, inexpensive, and super-easy Valentine idea, I highly recommend it. Just take a photo of the Valentine-giver with their hand (or hands) extended out, and balled into a fist. Add your message in a photo editing program (Photoshop, Picasa, etc.), upload your photo to wherever you get your pictures printed (I used Target through Shutterfly). After you pick up your photos, use a razor knife to cut small x's above and below the fist, insert a lollipop, and voila! (Norah helped me thread all of the lollipops through the x's, so she really enjoyed being a part of the project from start to finish)

Mr. Fix-It

Jason has been doing a lot of handy work around the house of late, and Eli has not missed one second of it. Unfortunately, Mr. Robinson doesn't always remember to clean up his tools post-project. (Or, if your name happens to be Eli Robinson, then, FORTUNATELY, Mr. Robinson doesn't always remember to clean up his tools).

I came down the hallway yesterday to discover my 2 year-old son giving his tricycle a tune-up, with, I should add, the correct size and head-shaped screwdriver. Is tool knowledge inherent in all males?
"Look, Mommy! I fix it for you!" He exclaimed. So proud of himself for his ingenuity.









When he was finished, he stowed the screwdriver in his tricycle trunk, next to his trusty, orange sippy cup. (After all, every good handyman knows that the key to success is good hydration!)

Happy 4th Birthday, Norah!

Happy fourth birthday, precious girl!

According to Dr. Ransom, you are in the 50th percentile for weight and height.

You have a beautiful smile and a definite opinion in every variable of your daily dress (from your hairstyle, down to the shoes and socks you are wearing!)

Pink is still your absolute favorite color. You also love ballerinas, princesses, singing, and dancing (especially in front of an audience with "real music")

Your favorite foods are macaroni and cheese, grilled cheese, and especially "Eggy Pie" (translation: Quiche), which you requested for your birthday dinner this year. You are often skeptical about what Mommy cooks (even when you've had it and liked it a dozen times before), but you always try it and love everything. You love green beans and milk. You also love raw carrots, celery, and broccoli (but can't stand to eat them if they've been cooked). You often compliment my cooking (especially if you complain about it prior to tasting it, in which case you almost always apologize, unprompted).

You still love books and the ultimate punishment your father and I can offer you (even more revered than a spanking) is to deprive you of your bedtime stories. You have passed this love of literature on to your brother, and can often be found "reading" to him in his bed.

Eli adores you, and most of the time you are a wonderful big sister to him. You reach his drink from the "high" shelf in the refrigerator for him and play together (usually trains or trucks, because you are extremely concerned that "little boys should not play with dolls/princesses/dress up clothes/etc") every day.

You love to hear stories from the Bible, and to memorize scripture (you currently know over 60 Bible verses), especially if it is put to music. (And often times when it isn't, you make up your own tunes to help you remember, and sing them the same way, every time...I have to admit, you've taught me a few verses with your catchy ditties!)

At least one person considers you her "greatest prayer warrior", as you never failed to pray for her throughout her chemo treatments. You are extremely good about noticing the needs and hurts of others and remembering them in prayer. You are such an encouragement and inspiration to me in that regard.

You never meet a stranger, and if someone looks lonely, you can't stand not to strike up a conversation with them, usually leaving them smiling and grateful. (Just last week in Target you saw an elderly man sitting alone, probably waiting for his ride to return from shopping. You walked right up to him and started chatting with him as if you were old friends.)

You have a natural gift of encouraging others. I pray that God will grow this gift in you, and that you will allow Him to use it throughout your life to bless everyone around you, just as you do today.

Sweet Norah, has it really been four years since we brought you home from the hospital? Daddy and I never doubted for a second how much we would always love you, even though we hardly knew you then. Four years later, you still hold our hearts in the palm of your hands. Happy birthday, sweet girl. We love you and are so proud of the little lady you are becoming!

My New Favorite Photos

It was mid-December and I was bustling about in a feverish attempt to tie up loose ends on my many sewing projects, in hopes of making my Christmas deadlines. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

I paused and listened for the usual commotion that accompanies the children playing together, but to no avail. So, I stalked down the hall, assuming I'd find them buried in a heap of some dismantled closet, upended toybox, or amid a parade of stripped bedding.

But, as I neared Eli's bedroom, I heard it. The gentle, soothing, precious sound of a child (MY child!) reciting a beloved nursery rhyme, which just happens to be Eli's absolute favorite book right now.

Quite certain that Norah wouldn't be reading aloud to herself, I crept back down the hallway, retrieved my camera, and in-so-doing, captured my new favorite photos of the kids together.

They were so engrossed in their book that they hardly noticed my presence at first.(Giving me the opportunity to bask in the overwhelming joy of having two children who are best friends and love each other...at least for this perfect moment)


Norah read with so much expression, and Eli hung on her every word.

And then, the rhyme was over, and the official camera mugging began. Sure, I might have missed the rare opportunity to sew, uninterrupted for 5-10 minutes...but that would have been a lousy trade for the memory I'll always have of Norah and Eli reading together, at will.

Thank you, God for the blessing of two, precious children, who love each other!