8 posts tagged “pictures”

Almost a month late, per usual.

Easterfamilysmall

It looks to me like Ike is thinking: "Any o' you blokes so much as look as my sister, I'll punch your lights out! You hear?!"

Yesterday, I was 20 weeks pregnant. I finally managed to get a few belly pics, even though by this time with Dora we probably had a memory card full of them. With no further delay:

                                                                            The Belly

In other news, today my sweet, sweet, princess pie is 18 months old. 18 months! Look at the last post to see her picture. Behind her impish smile, you might be able to imagine life with her. Peeking around corners to give a 1,000 watt smile, only to run off again so you will chase her. Falling down and trying to decide whether she should cry this time or not. Getting frustrated when you try to help her, because she can do it by herself. Getting FURIOUS when she can't do it by herself. Clapping when she does do it by herself, and looking around to make sure you are clapping too. We are, baby, we are.

So, only 11 more days until my sonogram. I mean, that's basically just 258.5 hours, not that I'm counting.

Good thing I have this to distract me, huh?

Porch smile

We're down to nursing once a day, and as usual, my predictions were wrong. It was the morning feeding that we dropped, and it was easier than pie. Like I said, since it was mostly for me, she didn't even seem to notice it was gone. Of course, now I have to actually get my ass out of bed in the mornings and get her a little breakfast together instead of falling back into bed with a boob out. She has been sleeping until 7'ish though, so it hasn't been too bad. I'm sure now that I've said that she'll wake up at 4:30 in the morning.

The other big thing that's been going on is my grandfather's funeral. He turned 72 on January 9, and died January 10. He was my father growing up, better than any step-dad or MIA biological father. He taught me how to shoot and rope and he taught me to look to scripture for answers. I can't think of any things I'd rather have learned. I am pretty torn up over this, but I truly believe he sent me a message when I was driving home from his funeral. It was sunset, and the sky was orange, except for a streak across the sun that looked like a cloud, but turned out to be smoke. It was pretty enough I stopped to take pictures. I wondered what the scriptural meaning of smoke was, and when I googled for it, I didn't find a quote out of the bible, but rather a native american woman pondering how the old traditions of her father fit in with her Catholic faith. One sentence she wrote really struck me, and I'm certain it is what I was supposed to read. I can't find it now that I'm trying to link to it, so that makes me even more sure that I was supposed to see it that day. What she said was that for Christians, smoke should always remind us that the wonders of heaven are concealed to our eyes right now, but they would be revealed in God's time. It was a clear as if my grandfather had said "Oh, hon, don't be wishin' for me down there. You oughta see how beautiful it is up here."