Friday, January 28, 2011


She is our second born. The middle child. The only girl.

She is his daughter.


She is loyal. She will always be there for her family and friends, and they will always come first. I know she will take this with her throughout her life, just like her Dad.

She is hardworking. It may not always come easy to her but the effort she puts in when she's focussed always pays off. like him.

She is an early riser. The crack of dawn early. On the weekends early. Out and walking the dog at 6:30 am early. With you guessed it, her Dad by her side.

She is ridiculously silly. Like her Dad. Two peas in a pod.

She is a sore loser. Yep, like her Daddy. Sports, games, video games, cards, you name it. They she must win. They she can't even fake loose for Q.

She is social. Always has been. Loves to be out doing things surrounded by people.

She can be negative sometimes. like him. It can take a lot of talking and coaxing to change thier her mind.

She loves easily. Forgives quickly. She gets that from him.

She is a follower. While I know she can take the lead when she wants to she would much rather follow the crowd. She wants to fit in, that's important to her.

She sings bad. like him, and I'm not so sure they know it;)

She had my heart the moment I laid eyes on her. Her beauty stuns me at times. She is the spice in the mix. Just like him.

Next time. He.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


While I think about who my children are most like on a daily basis I never really thought to blog about it until I saw it on Stephanie Howell's blog. I loved her post so much that I wanted to do some layouts with the journaling from these posts. While I love that all of my kidlets are their own person and very different from eachother there are just some things that scream me or hubs. I think they will be interesting posts and pages to look back on over the years and see if my thoughts change.

He is our firstborn.

He is my son.


He is softhearted, probably the most of all. Really truly kind. Most likely to help the elderly, or hold the door.

He is sensitive, to HIS feelings and others.

He is the most sentimental. Little touches never escape him, and he always catches the meaning. Just like his mom.

He is not a pushover. While it's one thing to be kind and sensitive it is a whole other ballgame to let people walk all over you.

He is a leader. I love that he doesn't follow the croud.

He likes his space. Needs his space, somewhere he can relax and unwind.

He is moody, yep just like his mama. NOT a morning person, just like his mama. It's a good thing for now it is just him and I every morning before he leaves for school, at the crack of dawn because miss susie sunshine would push all his buttons. He needs the quiet and the routine.

He is serious. A thinker. Miles a minute. like his mama.

He laughes wholeheartedly. It might take more than a bad joke but when he starts it's hard to stop.

He is artsy. Creative. I'm pretty sure that comes from my genepool.

He is clumsy. Oh boy, that's MY boy.

He is a reader. Mini me.

He is smart. Once he gets it it's there for good. He is not a studier.

He can be downright goofy at times. just like his mom.

He is a night owl. Probably still up while I write this. He would much rather stay up late and sleep in like you guessed it. me.

He is my little "old soul" wise beyond his years. Hungry for knowledge. My firstborn. My heart.

Next time. She.

Sunday, January 2, 2011


We laid low today. Housework, laundry, and scrapping on the agenda. Christmas vacation flew by and in its quake left me exhausted, a messy home, and a mountain of laundry to do. A great week we had visiting family, going to movies, out to dinners, seeing all the lights, staying up late, and celebrating with friends. The snow has melted because of the mild temperatures leaving everything wet and soggy. The kids are a little sad to have their sledding hill gone. I'm sure January will bring lots more snow and cold temperatures for plenty of sledding, skating, and snowmen. It's back to school for my kiddos tomorrow so tonight I leave you with today's scrapiness.

Some old pictures of my family before I became a part of it.


My sweet nephew M.