Angel Baby

Well, I never, EVER, have blogged about this stuff before. But, this is basically my journal, and I had a neat experience, so I'm going to write a small part of it to help myself remember it.
As many people know, I take hand impressions. However, as many people don't know, sometimes I take hand impressions of people after they die. Mostly babies, and children. I had the chance to go to a local funeral home this week, and take some impressions of a very sweet little (tiny) 21 week old preemie. He was absolutely perfect. PERFECT! He had the cutest little ears, fingernails, blond hair, and ever finger prints. It was just amazing.
It breaks my heart to think that some people claim these babies don't count as a life. How can anyone take any part in an abortion? I really don't understand it. I'm grateful for the Chance I have to help strangers (most of the time) deal with the loss of a child, and I count them. I Hope they know I count their little angels as people, as a life. This is a pictures of the feet I made for the family.

LeAvEs ArE FaLliNg DoWn

our neighbor has a ton a leaves, so of coarse we had to go play in them. Craig was throwing the kids into our pile, and they would totally disappear. It was really funny. We have a video of it, but I'm having a hard time posting it. If I can figure it out I'll share.

a tad late

I know, I KNOW! I'm a little late...k, I'm a really late. I just barely put the pictures from Halloween onto my computer, so I thought I would post these...late.

Carter was sing this song called "God is bigger than the Boogie Man" from Veggie Tales, and it is so funny. Craig recorded him without him knowing, so it is 100% sincere and cute.

family pics

they grow!

I have been pondering upon motherhood as of late, and having the regular worries going through my mind. "Am I spending enough quality time with my children? Am I teaching them the things they are going to need to know in their lives? Do they know how much I love them?" Sometimes it seems like all I can do to keep up on everything else, and when I'm done the day is over. It's very sad to say, but some days I put my sweet children to bed without even reading them a book that day. I have come to the conclusion that I am just going to have to let "the other" things wait, while I enjoy, and love my babies. My sister in law Jenny had this poem on her blog, and I just thought it was so appropriate for me right now, so I'm going to borrow it from her.

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,

Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,

Hang out the washing, make up the bed,

Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?

She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,

Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due

Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew

And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo

But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo

Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?

Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow

But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Grandma Anna

Annabeth, mom, Joanne, Me, Grandma Anna, and Judy
Hide and seek anyone?
my brother Matt, all my sisters, and my grandma Anna
All the streeper cousins together. We were only missing my brother Paul.

Annabeth, Grandma, and Judy.
Sisters
Last weekend my family had a party for my grandmas 89th birthday. My grandma is an amazing woman, and I have always felt like I had a really good relationship with her. She has cancer, and we don't know how much longer we will be blessed with her presence, so we had this great party for her. I think she really enjoyed herself, and felt the love we all have for her. Success, I would say.
I'm so glad I have sisters, and that we have good relationships with one another. One of my favorite things ever is to get together with them. We laugh, and get a little crazy, but I think that's what it's all about really. I love my family!