June 28, 2012

so, so sweet.

A friend gave me this book and I started bawling before I could even finished it.  It is just so sweet.  I had to share it.  Enjoy!

Alison McGhee and Peter Reynolds

One day the first snowflakes fell,

and I held you up and watched them melt on your baby skin.

One day we crossed the street, and you held my hand tight.

Sometimes, when you sleep, I watch you dream,
and I dream too . . .

That someday you will dive into the cool, clear water of a lake.

Someday your eyes will be filled with a joy so deep that they shine.

Someday you will run so fast and so far your heart will feel like fire.

Someday you will hear something so sad that you will fold up with sorrow.

Someday you will call a song to the wind,
and the wind will carry your song away.

Someday you will look at this house and wonder how
something that feels so big can look so small.

Someday you will feel a small weight against your strong back.

Someday I will watch you brushing a child's hair.

Someday, a long time from now, you own hair will glow silver in the sun.

June 26, 2012

help me.

Overheard from the sunroom today . . .

George:  Wanna play Monopoly, Ted?
Teddy:  No. 
George:  You don't want to play Monopoly?
Teddy:  No, George.  (long pause)  I'll play boxing, though.

Of course . . . boxing, Monopoly . . . Monopoly, boxing . . . it's all the same.

June 24, 2012

the clapper.

Clap on.
Clap off.
Clap on.  Clap off.
The Clapper!

June 23, 2012

the farm.

While in Iowa recently we visited the family farm.  It's been in the family for over 120 years now, started by Great-Grandpa Peter Wirth.  Uncle Phil and Aunt Karen were so gracious to invite us over to have the kids take a look around.  It had been awhile since I had been back, but I hold many memories of when grandma and grandpa still lived there in the original farmhouse, and the cookouts we would have, and of course the times we would all gather to freeze corn.  It was an operation that the family had down to a science.  Everyone had their jobs:  picking (men), shucking (kids), boiling, cutting, bagging (women).  As a kid I had so much fun running wild with the cousins, taunting the pigs, hiding from Bo the dog whom we were convinced wanted to eat us all alive, exploring the farm and just generally looking for trouble.  All the things kids are supposed to do.  A couple times Uncle Phil even hooked up a hay wagon onto a tractor and took us out into the fields.  Such wonderful memories, and I'm looking forward to getting the kids back there again.  Here are some pictures I took during the visit:
The boys on one of grandpa's tractors.  Uncle Phil also has the first tractor grandpa ever bought.  Both of them have been restored.  Aunt Karen said that grandpa was "a red tractor guy".  No green ones on this farm!
The boys taking off to check out the sheep.
And there they go!
Uncle Phil feeding the lambs.
Babies and mamas.  Uncle Phil explained that they are born with tails, but after birth a rubberband-like thing is attached which slowly cuts of the circulation and the tail eventually falls off.  I had no idea!  I guess this process doesn't bother them too much.  I have to say, the tails do look gross.  They are much cuter without the tails!
And the lambs are so soft!  They feel like velvet.
I love this picture.  Mom and Uncle Phil.  Big sister and kid brother.  Uncle Phil is truly the sweetest man on the planet.  I know grandpa was so proud of him for carrying on the family tradition.  I told Uncle Phil how wonderful it was to be home, and in the wide open spaces of Iowa.  He told me that his favorite place in the world is to be on the back porch when the corn is high, and just sit and watch the wind rolling over the fields like waves.  I couldn't agree more.
I hope the kids have Iowa memories when they're grown.
I bet the lamb has other hopes.
Kevin, the city boy, picking Uncle Phil's brain.
And dad just generally looking awesome as usual.
One of the original barns.  Grandpa once got stuck in the silo to the left of the barn.  He was checking on the corn and fell in.  He was in there for several hours calling for help and no one heard him.  I can only imagine that the corn would be like quick sand?  I would be terrified!  While he was in there someone even stopped to drop something off and then left without a clue.  Eventually it was grandma who realized she hadn't seen grandpa in awhile and she found him.  He was fine, but it made an interesting story!  Oh, grandpa!
The old gas pump.  I remember wondering what this was when I was little.  American Pickers would love this!  Uncle Phil said that people have stopped to offer to buy it.  It's too priceless to let it go.
Group shot of the Wirth clan.  We had such a nice visit.  Elayna and I both told Uncle Phil that we'd like another hayride some day.  Wouldn't that be fun?  Thank you for such a fun visit Uncle Phil and Aunt Karen!

June 22, 2012

the first lady.

Kevin and I had the opportunity to meet Michelle Obama recently.  I was so excited!  How often in life does this happen?  To spend some time with the First Lady of the United States?  I planned ahead in my mind what I would say to her.  Nothing too cheesy, nothing that would take too much of her time, nothing that would require anything of her.  Just something thankful.  Something appreciative.  I mean, what a sacrifice it must be for her to do her job!  So I thought about it.  After careful consideration I decided that I would simply tell her how thankful I am for her work with veterans.  I recently read something about her push for employers to hire them.  Perfect.  So the time came and as soon as I saw her in all of her radiance, confidence, beauty, and well, height, and everything else, I turned into a complete idiot and squealed, "I AM SO EXCITED TO MEEEEEET YOU!"  What a cheeseball.  So I didn't manage to say anything that I wanted to say.  At one point she asked me how old the kids are.  I just looked at Kevin thinking, uh . . . do we have kids?

June 20, 2012


Today they were up and at 'em at 8AM.
It's a hard knock life.

June 19, 2012


I love these people . . .

And these lovely ladies . . .

And this young man . . .

And have I mentioned lately how good lookin' this couple is?
Married for over 40 years, raised 5 kids, survived cancer, currently raising the most evil dog on the planet . . . love them.

And grandma and grandpa . . .

And this little angel face . . .

I didn't get a picture with Allicia, but I miss her too. She is more like a sister to me than a cousin.
I love ya girl! I'm so glad we got to spend some time together!

And all these angel faces . . .

I can't wait to come home again soon . . .

June 18, 2012

a busy boy.

Teddy has been a busy boy recently.  First, there was his last day of kindergarten.  He and his classmates had a picnic at a neighborhood playground.  As soon as I took this picture the sky opened up and all hell broke loose.  He and I ran for the van in the pouring ran as fast as we could.  Then we went straight home.  He thought his last day of school was the best!
Then was his kindergarten graduation.  His class did a performance and they sang songs.  Teddy had a speaking part, and if he was nervous he didn't show it at all.  He did great, and it was so cute!
Here he is receiving his diploma from his teacher.
Yay Teddy!
Pap came to see his "West Virginia Ted" graduate too!
Then came Teddy's 6th birthday party with his classmates.  We celebrated at the neighborhood bowling alley.  The only thing missing from the party was a CAMO bowling ball. 
And finally, T-Bear's party at home on his actual birthday!
The boys get so excited for each other's birthdays!
Two big milestones - One awesome boy!
Love you T-Bear!