Days to Remember

So two years ago today I started this little venture. At the time, I had several friends who had family blogs, but I had never considered a blog for our family stories. It just didn't seem like something I would enjoy. However, one morning a comment from a resident at the hospital changed my perspective.

Andrew, Coleman and I had had a particularly chaotic, yahooish morning. We started our days around 7 back then, and usually our mornings were pretty quiet and calm. That day though, every time I tried to sit down to eat my bagel, something else went haywire. Finally, after about an hour and a half of non-stop activity, the boys sat down to watch something on TV, and I sat down to send Brent an email about what all had just happened. I thought it would be a funny thing for him to read after rounds, and that it might make him shake his head and smile at the antics of his offspring.

He replied to my note and said he had forwarded it to some of the other residents. One of them asked if I had a blog. Brent said no. The girl told him I should start one. So I did.

I had no idea how this would turn out, but I know I never dreamed how much I would enjoy chronicling our family adventures this way. How fun it is for us to look back over these posts and see and remember our yahoos when they were smaller. It is amazing to me that other people are interested in our Quiver, and I so hope that if you spend some of your time here, you leave with a smile or a chuckle in return.

When I was in college, 10,000 Maniacs had a popular song called "These Are Days." I loved those words as a twenty-two year old, but I hear them so differently now as a thirty-something mommy. (And I know luck had nothing to do with it. But it's still a great song.)

These are days you'll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be as warm as this and as you feel it
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky
It's true that you are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you
These are days you'll remember. . .

Captain Chaos

One of Jonathan's favorite activities this winter has been playing with the toilet paper. He discovered it by accident one day, and ever since, he has loved it! His favorite roll is the one in the powder room. He'll start crawling toward the door, then turn around to see if we're watching him. If we are, he raises his eyebrows and grins at us and takes off. If we tell him, "No no Jon Jon!" he makes the fastest beeline for the paper before we can get to him. Here are some pictures I made of him one morning in the midst of his fun.

Officer Jon Jon

When I bought the Little Tykes police car from a friend in Winston Salem, I had no idea what a good use of $20.00 it would turn out to be.

The Case of the Missing Birdfeeders

One morning this winter, Andrew and Coleman made our pinecone birdfeeders. Just like last year, they did a really good job and had lots of fun.






After we finished making the feeders, I hung them outside on the crepe myrtle by our dining room window. Last year Andrew and I enjoyed watching the birds perch and eat our treat for them. The day after I hung them was Andrew's birthday party, so we didn't get outside and make their picture with the feeders in the tree. A couple of days later, we noticed this.

The feeders were gone and all that was left was the string we tied them to the tree with! The pinecones were nowhere to be found. We can only come up with one solution to our mystery. Deer must eat pinecones.

A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a boy. A very handsome, smart, kind, funny boy.

And once upon a time there was a girl. A very southern, well-mannered, brown-and-browner eyed girl.

And there was Jesus.

And He knew they were perfect for each other.

And He is never wrong.

And they lived happily ever after.

The End

"I thank my God upon every remembrance of you. . ."
Philippians 1:3

Family Party

On the Sunday after his birthday, we celebrated Andrew with our family party. Here are a few pictures from that night.





After opening his gifts, we ate a yummy chili dog supper and had a cookie cake.


And we made sure to take pictures with the family who came to the party. Here he is with Uncle Steve and Aunt Lola.

Pop-O, Nana, Granny and Grandaddy


Gigi and Papack
Mommy and her sweet five year old

We had a lot of fun celebrating this big birthday. Five is such a milestone in childhood, and while we are sad to close the first chapter, we are so excited to start writing the next. We love you Andrew.

"Every good and perfect gift is from above. . ."
James 1:17

Overheard: Edition Coleman's Family

Today, Coleman stayed home from school to finish recovering from Strep. He was very excited to have a special day with me. He feels great most of the time, and will be fine to go back on Monday. We watched a pirate movie, did a puzzle, painted some pirate pictures, and got Chick-fil-A lemonade with his lunch. Then we went to pick up Andrew.

While we were in carpool line, I decided to review some things with Coleman. He correctly named our street, and then this happened:

Mommy: Coleman, what is your Daddy's name?

C: Huh?

M: What is Daddy's name?

C: Uh. . . . Boss?

Where We Live

This week we are battling Strep Throat. I don't know if that's supposed to be capitalized or not, but out of the fear and awe it has struck in our home, we capitalize it around here. So now you know why Andrew's birthday posts have been so long in gettting finished. Anyway, I just saw something on another blog that I had to share. Click on the link below. This is exactly where we live. And if I had the cash, I would buy three of what they're selling.

http://boomama.net/2011/02/02/if-youve-ever-known/