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Monday, May 26, 2014

To my Georgia, on her 7th Birthday

Let me tell you a birthday story, Miss Georgia. Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess.  She had long honey-colored hair and when she smiled her beautiful blue eyes twinkled. This girl was special, though, because she wasn't just beautiful, but also smart, determined, and oh-so-fierce. She was a brave warrior princess. Instead of staying inside the castle, this girl roamed the hills with the knights and fought foes.  This girl knew how to move mountains.  She wasn't always kind, but she was always loyal.  If you gained her respect and admiration she'd love and defend you forever.  She did have a compassionate streak, however, that would come out when she played with the royal baby prince.  Thank heavens, the princess could use a little softening up every once in a while.  Sometimes she let her fierceness take things over.  This girl was so brave and determined that she didn't wait around for a prince to come and save her, she went out and slayed the dragons herself, because that's just the kind of girl she was.  One day, she found a handsome prince who could handle her fiery temper and general hard-headed-ness.  He appreciated her spirit and intelligence.  He won her heart and loyalty.  They got married in an eternal, heavenly castle and while things weren't always roses and sunshine, they were happy ever after.

 If you haven't figured it, Miss G, you are the princess in the story.  You haven't found your prince yet (thank heavens, you're only seven after all), but you are busy developing those qualities I mentioned.  You're fierce and smart and determined and, yes, beautiful too.  But, you are so much more than beautiful, Georgie-Girl.  You are the strongest, fiercest person I've ever know.  You don't just stay inside playing dolls, you go and slay dragons with the boys.  I love that about you.  I love mostly everything about you.  I don't really know how to handle all that "everything" but I wouldn't ever want to take it away from you either.  You are the true definition of a Warrior Princess, Georgia Marie, and I love it.

There's big news in the Favorite Color arena this year.  For the first time ever, you've chosen blue as a contender against pink.  They're tied, you've informed me.  I gotta say I'm pleased with the new change.  It shows that your not afraid to shake things up a bit and follow your own mind.  Your current favorite song choices are Katy Perry's Roar, American Author's Best Day of My Life, the Minecraft version of Imagine Dragon's Demon, and (of course) anything from the Frozen soundtrack, especially Let It Go.  The crazy thing is I really had to think about those.  Its always shocking how little time I spend with you now that you're in school all day.  I'm looking forward to spending the summer with you and re-getting to know your favorites.

Not only are you fierce and brave, you're also vulnerable and a little (lot) anxious.  It's hard for me to see this in you since it's something I've struggled with for as long as I can remember.  I hate seeing your get all tense and nervous when you're faced with a challenge, overwhelmed at the endless school days, or cringeingly mortified when I inadvertently embarrass you.  A lot of the time when you lash out in anger, it's because you're feeling overwhelmed and anxious.  I know those feelings myself all too well.  Right now we're waiting on any kind of intervention...just watching and waiting to see how you cope.  Hopefully, having dealt with anxiety myself, I can help you learn how to handle them.  Just remember, Miss G, that you're not a victim.  You're in charge of your own decisions and destiny and are responsible for their consequences.  Your life and choices are up to you. As the late, great, Eleanor Roosevelt said, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." No one, Georgia, can make you into a victim without your consent.  Play the hand you're dealt and play it well.

You're a great big sister, Georgia.  I know you and Miss S don't always get along, but you try.  I love to hear you two giggling to each other at night as you both huddle together in your bed reading books.  You're such a good sister to your brothers.  You love to rough-house and play Pokemon with Ezra and love to take care of your younger brothers.  Both Oak and Fischer adore you.  You're always willing to keep an eye on them when I need you to.  Thank you for being my little helper, Miss G.

Oh, Miss G, my baby, my girl.  I love you so.  I can't even believe how grown-up you're getting.  I swear your hair is getting longer, your legs are getting taller, and your personality is getting bigger right before my eyes.  I love, love, love, love you.  Thank you, first daughter, for being you.  I would never wish it any other way.

Happy Birthday, Miss Georgia Marie!!!

Monday, April 21, 2014

Resurrection Day 2014

I know I've been really blog-lazy lately, but I had to post our Easter pictures.  I've been faithfully documenting Easter since 2008 and this year wasn't going to be any different!

We started off by dying eggs the day before.  We couldn't resist and bumped up our number from 4 dozen to 5 dozen this year!  I love having enough eggs so everyone can dye (and later find!) to their hearts' content.  Go big or go home, right ? :)

Easter day dawn warm and beautiful.  I couldn't have hand-picked a more beautiful day to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord.  The kids were mostly cooperative-ish.  Well, 4 out of 5, anyway.  I'll let you guess who the naughty-pants was :P 

Daddy-Fischer Selfie

Ezra Emil

Oh, how I love that big ol' mis-matched-teeth grade-schooler grin

2 outta 3 brothers ain't bad

Fischer was all dappered-out for the occasion

Fischy is all about showing his tongue right now.  I'm pretty sure sticking out his mini-tongue in response to ours is his very first intentional trick.

Oh, how I love this sweet, happy little man!

Georgia was cooperative...I dare say it was an Easter miracle!

 Love this pretty girl!

So glad she's sloooowly starting to get over-ish her awkward poses.  At least she's not giving herself a double chin, right?

This is the face I got in response to me asking her to smile "for real"

I'm pretty sure this is one of my favorite pictures of the day.
so. beautiful.

Oh, such lovely girls!

and now for the hooligan...

Oh, he was sooo mad at us for making him take pictures.
Let's take a moment to appreciate the rock in his hand...he threw it at my head soon afterwards.

Luckily (or unluckily?) that pouty anger soon turned into pure naughtiness, chock full of mischievous grins.

there were some of these...

and these...
thank heavens for the rare smiley picture!

mixed in with a heck of a lot of this...
he's hiding behind me so I can't take a picture of him

and this...
why yes, we do have small feral humans living in our bushes.
thanks for asking.

Next we moved onto a group shot attempt.
and the fun didn't stop...

Maybe if I splice them all together I can actually get one where they're all looking at me and smiling and not flashing anyone their panies.

but maybe not.

Really, though, I am so blessed.  I have 5 beautiful babies that make me smile every. single. day.
but also yell.  there is a lot of daily yelling.

Regardless of rampant naughtiness, missing hard-boiled eggs that are currently hiding somewhere in my house, and sugar-fueled tantrums, I gotta say it was a good day.  Maybe even one of my favorite.

Happy Resurrection Day, Friends!

Sunday, March 2, 2014

So back in October...

Will someone please explain to me how a month can pass in the blink of an eye but the 28 days it consisted of individually lasted an eternity?  Goodness.  Anyway, my brain is fried and I don't really have any beans to spill so I figured I'd do a catch-up post that I've been meaning to do since...October.  that's right. October. true story.

Once upon a time, in October, we got a big ol' batch of family pictures taken by the uber-talented, gorgeous, kind, and all-around fabulous Kamian Christenson.  Man, I love that lady.

Anyway, originally it was just going to be a kid shoot, since no girl in her right mind wants photographic proof of her body at less than 2 months postpartum.  Spencer, however, managed to convince me that my children would one day want actual proof of my existence other than their own existence.  So...a family photo shoot it became.

For the record:
Ezra and Scarlett were only a couple of weeks shy of 8 years and 5 years, respectively.  Oak was 2 years, 4 months and Georgia was about 6 years, 5 months.  Fischer was about 6 1/2 weeks old. Spencer was about 31 1/2 and I was 28.

Warning: There are A LOT of pictures.  I kid you not.  Probably more pictures then I've ever put in a single post before.  I just couldn't resist! Also, they are in no particular order.  It might also seem like I love some kids more than others.  I don't.  Some just happened to thrust themselves more in front of the camera more than others.  It's just the way the cookie crumbled.


phew!  I told you it was a lot of pictures! I just couldn't NOT post these pictures.  Despite Oakie's overall stinky-pants-ness and Fischer's fussiness when we finally got around to taking a few photos of him, I think it turned out smashingly.  Glad you made it through to the other side.  Hopefully it won't be a full month before I post again.  We'll see, though.  I'm still somewhat in survival mode, so we'll see what the month brings.