Thursday, December 31, 2009

Ash is Back!

And more ornery than ever!



Ashton Trying to Bring in the New Year with a Bang

Yesterday was Andy's birthday. Although it seemed more like an Un-Happy Birthday. After an uneventful day at work, he came home earlier than I expected so I was rushing around the house, getting decorations in place, putting cupcakes in the oven, and getting appetizers out for the Holiday Bowl Game party. I came up from the basement with arms full of clean throw rugs and forgot to close the basement door. Little Speed Demon headed for the stairs and slipped just inches from Andy's grasp as he tumbled down all 12 stairs, landing on the tile. With scrapes on his head being the only physical injuries, the pediatrician still suggested we take him to the ER for an examination and scanning. As Andy and I prayed and ran around trying to get out the door, the Lord answered our prayers (as He always does!) and landed our friends Nathan and Lauren right on our doorstep. We flew to the ER (Andy's driving was slightly less than smooth! LOL) while Aiden stayed at home and was taken care of and entertained by his "Uncle Naphan" and "Ant Wawren." Thankfully, by the time we got to the ER, Ashton was back to his normal, happy self, enjoying the one-on-one time with Dad and Mom (although we were sure he kept looking around and calling for his big brother.) And praise the Lord again, the ER was completely dead (which Andy informed me was probably not the most kosher thing to exclaim in a hospital.) Anyways ... 4 nurses, 3 hours, 2 doctors, and 1 CT scan later, Ashton fell asleep in my arms as we were being discharged - happy and healthy. Praise the Lord!




We are pretty sure the scrapes are from Aiden's toy planes that were lined up on one of the stairs. Oh, these boys!



Mom, I Want to Go Outside and Play!





I Used to Dream in Chocolate

Thanks to my girlfriend Lauren, I now dream in these:

Monday, December 28, 2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

When it Sleets ...

It floods the basement, or so will happen if the forecasters are right and we (and by we, I mean Andy) don't figure out something. The main sump pump in the basement failed about a month ago. And the battery-run backup pump failed yesterday. And today it completely died. And it's Christmas day and nowhere is open. We've bailed about 20 gallons so far, and now Andy is trying to see what's going on in the pit of gunk and what he needs to get at the store in the morning. As early as the Man Store opens! And to think that we were suppose to be having a date night on the couch, watching the new Star Trek movie (thanks to Sass!). Oh, the joys of homeownership!







Update: 2 hours later, I have hauled 20+ of my largest kitchen bowls full of water up the stairs and down the kitchen sink. Hopefully that will tie us over (so it doesn't flow over!) until tomorrow. You can bet we won't be sleeping super peaceful tonight. And it won't have anything to do with the fact that the boys have colds and will undoubtedly wake up somewhere between 1-11 times!

Goodbye Stress!

I love Christmas, I really do. But the very human side of me is very happy to see it go. No more baking, wrapping, writing, mailing, smiling, washing red sweaters for next day wear, running out for this and then getting home and forgetting that .... whew! SO ready for some dreary, boring winter days holed up in the townhouse with my boys! And I think the whole family agrees!










Christmas Morn











From Our Family to Yours...

We pray you had a great day, full of relaxation and good memories, sprinkled with age-old traditions and a heart full of gratefulness to Jesus who was born as a baby so we can know that He values us so much to bear physical pain and agony and we can be humbled and our eyes open to our imperfections and His majesty.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Dinner in the Basement

Daddy was working until after na-night time, so to make the evening a bit more fun than the same-ol'-same-o, the boys and I had dinner down in the playroom. Aiden's funny face is not about the corn, but the fact that he didn't want to have a picture taken with his eyes open. Don't ask me, I cannot explain the eccentricities of an almost 3 year old.