L.O.V.E
Last night when you arrived home, you sat down next to me and made me feel better. We bundled up and watched the stars while you held your hand in mine.
You snuggled up to me in the wee hours of the morning and held me tight, just when I need you most.
Before I went to work today, you gave me a kiss and a smile and said, "have a good day."
When I see you again, it will be the very best part of my day.
This is motherhood. This is pure love.
You snuggled up to me in the wee hours of the morning and held me tight, just when I need you most.
Before I went to work today, you gave me a kiss and a smile and said, "have a good day."
When I see you again, it will be the very best part of my day.
This is motherhood. This is pure love.
Every Prince Should Have a Castle to Call Home
It's always interesting when Craig decides to go shopping. You never know if he'll come home with a new laptop, dog toys, or some crazy scheme to improve "life as we know it." So when he came home on Saturday from a trip to Fargo (he actually crossed the river), I wasn't a bit surprised with his purchases. As you can see, he bought a "castle" for Murray, complete with the plastic balls and tunnels to crawl through. The look on Murray's face was priceless. We ended up squeezing the contraption into his bedroom and it's now his favorite hang-out/play/sleep spot. He even likes to have his snacks and read books in his "castle". Murray has been wielding the camera again (JP #3, Stef?). Samples of his work:
Boot Camp
5:00 a.m.
Murray: "Mama, I sleep in your bed?"
Craig and I simultaneously: "No, go back to your own bed until it's wake time."
Murray: "WHAAAAA! I sleep in your bed!"
Craig: "We said no, and when it's wake time we'll come and get you".
Murray: Sounds of stomping back to his room, crying the entire time. He goes back to
bed. . . until. . .
6:00 a.m.
Murray: "It's wake time! Can I have cookies?"
Me: "Not for breakfast, let's find something else to eat before cookies".
Murray: "I WANT COOKIES, MAMA!"
Melt down ensues. Cookies not granted.
This is just a sample of what the weekend was like. We are dumbfounded; what happened to our normally thoughtful, polite child? He was bossy, his manners non-existent, and whiny. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Murray is a very stubborn little boy. Even when we've made it clear that the discussion is closed, he doesn't give up. He'll sit in time out and yell at us as we pretend to ignore him. We thought we were strict, but Murray's behavior of late is proves that we haven't been strict enough. Therefore, 2-year-old boot camp has commenced. We can, and will, take away his birthday party if we have to. Sound harsh? Maybe, but as parents, we are responsible for raising a good, kind, human being. If a strong(er) hand is what it takes, so be it.
Murray: "Mama, I sleep in your bed?"
Craig and I simultaneously: "No, go back to your own bed until it's wake time."
Murray: "WHAAAAA! I sleep in your bed!"
Craig: "We said no, and when it's wake time we'll come and get you".
Murray: Sounds of stomping back to his room, crying the entire time. He goes back to
bed. . . until. . .
6:00 a.m.
Murray: "It's wake time! Can I have cookies?"
Me: "Not for breakfast, let's find something else to eat before cookies".
Murray: "I WANT COOKIES, MAMA!"
Melt down ensues. Cookies not granted.
This is just a sample of what the weekend was like. We are dumbfounded; what happened to our normally thoughtful, polite child? He was bossy, his manners non-existent, and whiny. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Murray is a very stubborn little boy. Even when we've made it clear that the discussion is closed, he doesn't give up. He'll sit in time out and yell at us as we pretend to ignore him. We thought we were strict, but Murray's behavior of late is proves that we haven't been strict enough. Therefore, 2-year-old boot camp has commenced. We can, and will, take away his birthday party if we have to. Sound harsh? Maybe, but as parents, we are responsible for raising a good, kind, human being. If a strong(er) hand is what it takes, so be it.
Three Years Ago Today - Gone From My Site
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strenghth.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white coud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone".
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her dimished size is in me - not in her.
And, just at he moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"there are other eyes watching her coming and other voice ready to take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying. . .
Death come in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.
---Anonymous
God Bless you, Mom. We miss you.
A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strenghth.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white coud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone".
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her dimished size is in me - not in her.
And, just at he moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"there are other eyes watching her coming and other voice ready to take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying. . .
Death come in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.
---Anonymous
God Bless you, Mom. We miss you.
Mish Mash
This was taken at the end of the night at my Aunt and Uncle's house. Doesn't he look cozy? I love the way his ankels are crossed. Milk in a fancy glass, a bowls of cheetos, a comfy chair and a great tv show. Who could ask for more?
Scooby and M trying to soothe an angry lion:
Scooby, lion and M:
Scooby Doo and M, ready to go:
Not sure what exactly is happening here. . .
On another note, Stefanie started a blog to update everyone on Miss Ava. Check out this beautiful addition to the Fink family by clicking here. Congratulations!
Scooby and M trying to soothe an angry lion:
Scooby, lion and M:
Scooby Doo and M, ready to go:
Not sure what exactly is happening here. . .
On another note, Stefanie started a blog to update everyone on Miss Ava. Check out this beautiful addition to the Fink family by clicking here. Congratulations!
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