Thursday, October 16, 2008
The best way to eat an apple
Take large bites
After picking it yourself
and after driving a tractor
and playing with ghosts
and while riding in a wagon
before running through the pumpkins with your friend W1.
Thanks to brown's Berry Patch for for a great Saturday adventure with friends.
After picking it yourself
and after driving a tractor
and playing with ghosts
and while riding in a wagon
before running through the pumpkins with your friend W1.
Thanks to brown's Berry Patch for for a great Saturday adventure with friends.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Happy Birthday Cake
It is birthday season at our house and Jack could not be happier.
Birthday season started with my birthday on the 29th of September.Both of the kids got handfuls of frosting from my Wegmans, yummy pumpkin shaped happy birthday cake.
Then we move on to my brother-in-law Mike's birthday on the 2nd of October and then to our nephew Joshua's birthday on the 5th.
Ryan's birthday is next. We were the same age all of last week but now he is back to being old:)
Jack loved his Dad's happy birthday cake the best. The morning after Ryan's birthday, I found Jack in the kitchen jumping up and down in front of the cake on the counter chanting, "happy birthday cake. happy birthday cake. happy birthday cake." He loves a good cake just like his mom.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Princess Adeline's first trip to NYC
If you have to take a baby with you on a getaway trip with friends, may I suggest taking Adeline.
Here she is riding the subway after making eyes at Matt Dillon. She is on her way to visit the Museum of Modern Art. (Note to self: when they say they have a mother's nursing lounge it really means they have a bench near the sinks in the woman's bathroom on the 5th floor.)
She fell asleep at the Museum and slept through most of her trip to Times Square. When she was finally awakened by the loud music/people, she just looked around with her big eyes and took it all in. Didn't make a sound even though she really wanted to just go to sleep in her bed.
She was carried up and down the stairs to the subway and never fussed. Not even when we repeatedly set off the emergency exit alarms or when the mean subway worker yelled at her mom for not wanting to set off the emergency exit alarms. She (we) survived evacuating a broken down train too.
She saw the Statue of Liberty while waiting patiently with Seleta and April while I ran the race. She even fell asleep and stayed asleep with all the noise and chaos at the finish line.
She cheered me on at the end of the race. It made me happy to see Addy smiling at me as I rounded the corner.
Here she is riding the subway after making eyes at Matt Dillon. She is on her way to visit the Museum of Modern Art. (Note to self: when they say they have a mother's nursing lounge it really means they have a bench near the sinks in the woman's bathroom on the 5th floor.)
She fell asleep at the Museum and slept through most of her trip to Times Square. When she was finally awakened by the loud music/people, she just looked around with her big eyes and took it all in. Didn't make a sound even though she really wanted to just go to sleep in her bed.
She was carried up and down the stairs to the subway and never fussed. Not even when we repeatedly set off the emergency exit alarms or when the mean subway worker yelled at her mom for not wanting to set off the emergency exit alarms. She (we) survived evacuating a broken down train too.
She saw the Statue of Liberty while waiting patiently with Seleta and April while I ran the race. She even fell asleep and stayed asleep with all the noise and chaos at the finish line.
She cheered me on at the end of the race. It made me happy to see Addy smiling at me as I rounded the corner.
Seriously, she travels so easily that you almost forget that she is with you.
The only problem is that she didn't find the Coach bag she wanted. (or at least her mom didn't find the bag she wanted. Fortunately, there will be a next time.)
The only problem is that she didn't find the Coach bag she wanted. (or at least her mom didn't find the bag she wanted. Fortunately, there will be a next time.)
Monday, September 29, 2008
way better than church
I'm kidding, mom.
Sunday morning was an awesome experience. I finally got to run in the Tunnel to Towers run.
Here we are towards the end of the race. Mrs Finkle, Nicole and I are in this picture but Joanna was ten paces ahead. (Mrs. Finkle is in the gray shirt in the middle, Nicole in the blue shirt next to the lady in the hat, me in the white shirt on the other side of the lady in the hat.)
I don't even know how to begin to describe this event.
As a girl who cannot make it through singing the national anthem without crying, this event was overwhelming to my patriotic senses.
First, we line up with 15, 000 other people for this run. Some of them are firefighters in full gear, some of them are military men and women, people who lost loved ones
on 9/11 and they are blasting Neil Diamond's Coming to America over the speakers. I am a sucker for Neil Diamond anyways and this song always gets me. (In the above picture is a squad of men and women in their full battle fatigues with their packs. Wow.)
It took us 10 minutes to get to the starting line after the race started.
These men and women chanted their way through the tunnel. It was an amazing sound and sight. Again, I got teary.
You exit the tunnel to see a line of firemen holding American Flags and pictures of all 343 firefighters who died that day. That first picture is of Stephen Siller whose family started this race in his honor and to honor all of the rescue personnel. Again, I got teary.
As you run past these men, they are cheering, smiling and giving high-fives.
The men wearing their firefighting gear were amazing. The tunnel was so hot and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I cannot imagine running with all that extra weight. One man that ran by me was in shorts and t-shirt but wearing his helmet. He was dripping with sweat.
Sunday morning was an awesome experience. I finally got to run in the Tunnel to Towers run.
Here we are towards the end of the race. Mrs Finkle, Nicole and I are in this picture but Joanna was ten paces ahead. (Mrs. Finkle is in the gray shirt in the middle, Nicole in the blue shirt next to the lady in the hat, me in the white shirt on the other side of the lady in the hat.)
I don't even know how to begin to describe this event.
As a girl who cannot make it through singing the national anthem without crying, this event was overwhelming to my patriotic senses.
First, we line up with 15, 000 other people for this run. Some of them are firefighters in full gear, some of them are military men and women, people who lost loved oneson 9/11 and they are blasting Neil Diamond's Coming to America over the speakers. I am a sucker for Neil Diamond anyways and this song always gets me. (In the above picture is a squad of men and women in their full battle fatigues with their packs. Wow.)
Then we sang God Bless America and the Start Spangled Banner.
Did I mention that I cry during the national anthem?
Did I mention that I cry during the national anthem?
It took us 10 minutes to get to the starting line after the race started.
These men and women chanted their way through the tunnel. It was an amazing sound and sight. Again, I got teary.
You exit the tunnel to see a line of firemen holding American Flags and pictures of all 343 firefighters who died that day. That first picture is of Stephen Siller whose family started this race in his honor and to honor all of the rescue personnel. Again, I got teary.
As you run past these men, they are cheering, smiling and giving high-fives.
The men wearing their firefighting gear were amazing. The tunnel was so hot and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I cannot imagine running with all that extra weight. One man that ran by me was in shorts and t-shirt but wearing his helmet. He was dripping with sweat.
We did it and we're going to do it again!
(well at least I am and anyone who wants to join me.)
Thanks to Seleta and April who watched Addy for me so that I could run.
Check out all of the links for more pictures and stories.
(well at least I am and anyone who wants to join me.)
Thanks to Seleta and April who watched Addy for me so that I could run.
Check out all of the links for more pictures and stories.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Grateful
"Everywhere in nature we are taught
the lessons of patience and waiting.
We want things a long time before we get them,
and the fact that we wanted them a long time
makes them all the more precious when they come."
the lessons of patience and waiting.
We want things a long time before we get them,
and the fact that we wanted them a long time
makes them all the more precious when they come."
~Joseph F. Smith
Friday, September 19, 2008
My favorite part of our trip
The coastline of Maine was so beautiful.
Did I mention that I loved the coast?
The beach was my favorite and I am pretty sure that Jack would live on this beach too. It had tidal pools, rocks to climb on, sand and water. Can't get better than that. Every time I get out this sweatshirt for Jack to wear he says, "Beach?" I wish we could go here everyday but Ryan reminds me that I may not like Maine if we visited in January. One of Ryan's favorite parts of the trip was eating lobster. Lots and lots of lobster. Oh, and the best clam chowder we have ever had.
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