Slow Healing...

It really is amazing how different the world is for a six year old girl. The lingering tragedy of a skinned knee can consume attention as efficiently as the most entertaining TV show. Just look at that face :-(

OLD (YOUNG) BLUE EYES....

We're just getting to know our way around the new camera. These are not great from a technical standpoint, but we thought they were fun

Ooo, whatchya got there mom? New Camera? Let me taste...

Can I make a break for it?

Whoohoo, I made onto the driveway!

Look at me, Mom!

Arrrg, the Blue-eyed Drool Monster!

Shhh, they'll never find me over here.

Which button am I not supposed to push again?

Hey, Who's out there?

Here comes the belly!

THE NEW TOY....

After years of longing for a DSLR, we finally got one. Here are just couple quick pics with our new Rebel XSi/450D. Expect a lot more pictures of our kids to start showing up here.

GRANDMA P…

Even though it’s Mother’s Day, I cannot say that I learned everything I need to know from my mother. After all, Father’s Day is just around the corner. Still, so much of what I know that is of real value, I learned, or in most cases am still trying to learn, from my mother.

So I write and dedicate the rest of this post to you, Grandma P.

After twenty years of formal education, I can honestly say, the best and most valuable lessons I have learned were taught to me by you, Mom, or more accurately, by your example.

A Sense of Humor

You’ve shown me how finding opportunities for laughter and lightheartedness can bring a vibrancy to life that is so easy to miss in what otherwise feels like a pendulum swing between the difficult and the mundane. Perhaps more importantly, your willingness to laugh at yourself has had immeasurable value in my life. Being able to laugh at myself has often snatched me from the grip of deepening despair.

A Genuine Work Ethic

Everything I have accomplished that holds value to me came because I worked for it. I am far from perfect in this regard, but you have provided me a perfect example to strive for. Whether it was housework, employment, volunteering or my last minute school project, you have demonstrated to me over and over what it means to work.

Compassion

I cannot think of any other person in this world who is more willing and able to genuinely feel the trials and suffering of others. I can recall what seem to be countless neighbors, friends and family members to whom you offered a listening ear, a gentle word or a warm embrace. And how often I have seen others gratefully take your offering shows just how sincerely you care for others.

Longsuffering

You have certainly had your share of adversity in life. I cannot recall seeing you indulge in self-pity for more than a brief moment. Throughout my life you have demonstrated a strength and a resiliency that has shown me how to get up, brush myself off and keep going after stumbling and falling beneath the weight of my own trials.

Being a Worrywart

Yes, I have learned from the best how to worry. While this attribute does carry with it a certain amount of digestive instability, it has also served to keep me grounded. You have taught me that there are certain things in this life that deserve being worried over. I have watched you anguish over things that seemed to me to be beyond your ability to control or even influence. Sometimes you proved me wrong and found a way to influence the situation. More importantly to me, you always seemed to emerge at the end of the process with a new found strength and calmness. While I wish I were better at parsing the important and trivial things I worry over, I have come to appreciate the value of taking the time and effort to wrestle long enough with a problem to actually learn a lesson from it.

Service

Over the years you have provided me an unwavering example of service to others. I have watched as you served with uncommon diligence in every calling you received in the church. When it comes to the service you render for others, the extra mile is really just the beginning. On top of that, you have done it in a quiet humility that I have rarely, if ever, seen in another.

Having started this, I now realize I will never be able to write something that does justice to what your example has meant to me. There are simply no words that will adequately convey to you, Mom, the love and gratitude I feel for you. Thank you so much for all you do and all you are. Happy Mother’s Day.

Love,
Your Son

ACTION....

While browsing through our more recent photos, I realized we had a decent little collection of action shots. The following shots are illustrative of both the energy often exuding from our children and of some of our recent noteworthy activities.

It seems you can always count on some sunshine for Easter. Fortunately, this year was no exception. Othwise, Mrs. P. would not have captured this priceless action shot of our girl and her flowing (or in this case, flying) locks.

As may be evident from the above Picture, A had some pretty stiff competition in the egg hunt.

In the middle of it all, our little I took a slower pace, which is typically quite out of character, but he is not well enough acquainted with the grass just yet.

At the end of it all, there was still enough time for a quick family protrait.

The other big Action News...S mastered her two-wheeler on her first try. Litterally, it was a matter of Mrs. P. getting her started and then "Let go Mom!" and she was off and riding. No instruction needed for balancing, turning or breaking - she just got it! It's all in the genes!

Memorializing Priceless Moments.....

In an effort to preserve some of the truly priceless statements made by our children, we have decided to begin memorializing them here.

From our 2-1/2 year old boy:
- Last night during dinner he began requesting cereal instead of his pizza. "I want cocoa cuffs, cocoa cuffs [then in Yuletide song] cocoa all the way!".
- When asked "Why aren't you eating your pizza? Do you not like the green peppers?" He replied "No, they're little bit sgusting."
- Recently we were setting up a cold air humidifier for S (at her request). Our boy's advise to his big sister: "Don't worry bout the Q-Fire S, Just BE CAREFUL."
- Some of his favorite foods are "Chicken Ladas" and "Sketti". He also really likes dill "tickles".

Our girl, now 6-1/2:
- Still occasionally puts her dirty clothes in the hampster; and always tries to do what she is asposed to do.
- (This took place almost 3 years ago, but definitely is deserving of recordation.) When A's mother was suffering in the latter stages of ALS, she was going in for surgery to have a feeding tube inserted. Because of the severity of her condition, the doctors feared that she would not survive the surgery. If she did survive, she would likely lose her ability to breathe independently and never be taken off of the ventilator. S listened intently to A's emotional and tearful telephone conversation with her sister regarding the situation. At the end of the phone conversation, S (now sobbing herself) asked: "Why won't grandma ever be able to get off the elevator?!" Immediately after the words left her mouth, she knew "elevator" was not the right word and she and A both burst into laughter.

TAGGED!...
(Usually K does the blogging, but this time it's me, A)

My friend Sally tagged me a while back in an effort to get me to post to my blog. At least she made it easy for me by providing questions for me to answer. I enjoyed reading her post, so here goes.

What are your names/nicknames? Yeah right - like I'm going to post those on the internet!

How long have you been married? Almost a DECADE!

How long did you date? This is complicated. We dated for 5 months, took a 26 month break, then dated for 2 more months & got engaged.

How old are both of you? In our early 30's.

Who said I love you first? It depends on if, "I think I'm falling in love with you," counts. If so, then it was me. This was during our first five months of dating.

Who's taller? K, by 3 inches. Thank goodness, because I love to wear heels.

Whose temper is worse? We're both guilty, but I'd have to give the edge to K.

Who does the laundry? Mostly me, but K pitches in from time to time.

Who does the dishes? That would be me.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do. I sleep mostly on my right side at night and like to be able to kick a foot or two out from under the covers if I get hot.

Who pays the bills? We both do.

Who cooks dinner? I do most of the time, but consult K on a regular basis as he is a better cook and would do it more if he wasn't working full time.

Who drives when you're together? Always me, K only drives in my dreams - litterally. Good thing too!

Who's the first to admit when they're wrong? Members of the House of P are never wrong :)

Who proposed? K, of course. The evening went nothing like K had planned but it was wonderful none the less. K received an unexpected call to give an old friend a blessing, my mom had plans for us to decorate her christmas tree before our date, and we got lost somewhere in Scottsdale trying to find the location where he planned to propose. All the while, I had no idea he was going to propose since we had planned to go ring shopping the following week, though he did seem a little stressed. We finally found the resort with the gondola rides, ponds, pools and fountains. We had a very romantic evening enjoying each others company and the beautiful outdoor scenery. Then to my surprise he pulled a ring out of his pocket and asked me to marry him.
Who has more friends? I haven't counted how many friends I have since fourth grade.
Who has more siblings? It's a tie.
Who wears the pants in the family? We try to share them, but K's most definately the man.

Off to bed...I officially tag any of my cvillegals who read this entry. Tag, you're it!

BEACH VACATION

After nearly ten years of marriage, we finally took our first family vacation (excepting trips to spend the holidays with family). We thoroughly enjoyed our MUCH needed week in Rodanthe, North Carolina (Hatteras Island- Outer Banks). Hopefully these pictures will convey a little of that.

Boy At The Beach...

If we had to describe our boy with a single word...BUSY! At home we tend to rely on "menace" as the accurate descriptor. At the beach - well, lyrics from an eighties song come to mind:

"Ain't nothing gonna break my stride. Ain't nothing going to slow me down. Oh no, I've got to keep on moving."

That's our boy.

Girl At The Beach...

We would not endeavor to describe the mental and emotional complexities of our girl with a single word. However, when water is involved (be it a pool, lake, sprinkler, slip-n-slide, etc.) she is easily summed up in a single word...FISH. We expected her first trip to the ocean (excluding a couple day trips when she was very young) would give her reason to pause. Nope. Equipped only with a $2.00 swim ring, she relentlessly plunged into the waves. It was a body surfing extravaganza!

Babe At The Beach x2

One cutie, one hottie!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

The pumpkin on the right was carved almost exclusively with a drill! That was great fun...messy, but fun.

For quite a while leading up to Halloween, S wanted to be Bell (from Beauty and the Beast). But, as we got closer to Halloween she decided that Halloween was about being scary, and Bell wasn't scary. She decided she wanted to be Violate from The Incredibles. To our suggestion that Violate wasn't really scary either, she responded with a sudden demonstration of Violate's "fighting moves".