Thursday, January 28, 2010

Annabellisms

Annabelle is a piece of work, let me tell you. If this child were not disciplined, she would possibly end up in jail at a young age. Either that or the next president of the United States.

This is what she tells me when I am disciplining her, usually while she is in time out in the corner, just in case I am listening:
You hurt my feelings.

I am very disappointed in you.


You should treat me more kindly.


You are no longer my friend.


If you don't do ___________ then I will not eat dinner.


If you don't do ___________ then I will not sleep tonight.

Mommy, you need to think about what Jesus would do in this situation.


And now that she is under the weather, these are the things I have been hearing:

I don't feel well. I don't feel like eating anything. I need some Tylenol. And I want Daddy!

The only thing that would make me feel better is playing on your iPhone.


The only thing that would make me feel better is to watch a movie.


The only thing that would make me feel better is if you let me play on the computer.


Other times she redeems herself with these heart-felt musings:

Mommy, you are my very best Mommy in the whole world.

I love you more than the Griffin Vulture flies high the the sky.

I love you more than the ocean is deep.

I love you more than the snowflakes in the sky.


Please start praying for Ricky and I, for in less than a decade this precious child with a mind of her own will be a teenager.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Moon-O

Move over Uno there is a new game in town. Affectionately coined by the youngest Haigh girl as "Moon-O."

A couple weeks ago while visiting my parents, my mom introduced the girls to Uno. They all three enjoy the game.

Violet likes to match things. Things like Aunt Caylyn's hot pink underwear to her hot pink scarf. One blue Uno card to another blue Uno card. Therefore, she can participate in the game almost as well as the high school students my mom substitute teaches. Uno is a two year old's dream. One can slide the smooth card all over her face to get lots of tactile feedback:
You can give yourself accolades by yelling "Yay Biwet!" every time you place a matching card, whether it is your turn or not. It helps if you scrunch up your face as much as possible:You can nonchalantly throw your cards on the floor and then hold up your last remaining card and yell "Uno!" at the top of your lungs at any time in the game.

Round two, Monday when my parents came to visit us to celebrate my Mom's birthday:
Grandpa Mike had a tight leash on Violet:
Team Purple Mikey won. Hmm, I wonder if they had any two-year-old tricks up their sleeve?

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Dress Up

Violet has a knack of changing her clothes about 10 times a day. Whenever I put her to bed, I never know what she will come out wearing. Case in point:

Tonight I put her to bed in these pajamas:

Ten minutes later, I noticed she had turned her light on. So I went in to turn it off and she was wearing this dress-up dress that she had managed to smuggle into her room earlier today:

Then at 10:00 when I am going to bed, I notice that her light is on again. I go in and this is what I find:

Sweet dreams, my little unicorn. May you dream of jumping over many magical rainbows.

Update: When she came out of her room this morning, she was wearing some summer pajamas- go figure!

Salad People

Creations inspired by our new book Salad People:

Violet's was an abstract rendition:

Warning: the following picture is not for the faint of heart:





Saturday, January 23, 2010

Guns & Chocolate

My how we missed our friends from home school co-op! We finally were able to make to coop on Friday and the girls had a blast, as usual.

In honor of Kansas Day, the students made presentations in history class on a famous Kansan. There is a disproportionate number of boys in Aliah's group, so there was a disproportionate number of boys dressed up like bad guys. They were pretty cute too, all decked out in cowboy hats, bandannas and fake guns. (A serious perk of presenting at home school coop rather than public schools- the ability to wear a fake pistol as part of your costume).

Check out how cute Liam looked with his fake mustache. For the record he was a good guy, but I can't remember who.

Here's one of the bad boys, getting last minute instructions from his mom (probably about not pretending to shoot anyone with his gun). Instead of a costume, Aliah and I decided to supplement her presentation by appeasing her classmates' gustatory systems. Okay, let's see if you can guess, a famous couple who started making chocolates in their kitchen. Their business later grew into a chocolate empire.
Answer: Russell and Clara Stover. They make some pretty yummy stuff! (Big thanks to Grandma Susan for not only getting Aliah a large box of chocolates that included peanuts, but also a smaller box of only caramels that Aliah could enjoy).

Some other snapshots I took yesterday- snack time: Isaac, Isabel, Aliah, & Annabelle:

Annabelle concentrating on drawing during art class:
Besties Isabel and Aliah striking a pose while marching during music class:
Drum instruction during music class. I must say, our co-op is so fortunate to have such an excellent music instructor, she blows me away with her creativity. They have been copying rhythms using 5 gallon buckets and dowels. As a bonus, the bucket can be used as a foot-rest, although that is not teacher-approved:

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Life Lessons

It's been tough around here. Last week we went out to Phillipsburg to say goodbye to my Grandmother Lucinda. At the age of 87, with a sound mind and sweet soul, she made the decision to remove her feeding tube. She is at peace with her decision and is looking forward to meeting Jesus.

Aliah went with Caylyn and I. She took some pictures she and Annabelle had drawn. She described each picture to Grandma. In the final picture, Aliah showed Grandma a picture of her as an angel going to heaven to be with Jesus.

It's amazing what a simple understanding children have of complex situations. Sometimes they can teach us a lesson. I pray that we can all gain Aliah's acceptance and peace.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Close Parking

Where in the world do you see someone park their John Deer in the front yard?

Western Kansas, that's where.

These are my almost 90 year-old Grandfather's tractors. They are parked in front of his house. In the front yard to be exact. Just a few steps away from the house.

If you had advanced Parkinson's and knees that were shot 50 years ago, wouldn't you want to park close too? I mean really, who can blame the guy.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Aliah's Adventure

Aliah got to go on a plane ride. Can you guess where we went?
Aunt Caylyn came too.
Our handsome pilot was Grandpa Mike.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

A Sneak Peak. . . .

A sneak peak of Annabelle's new wall decor.


What is it?

Here are a couple shots of things displayed in Annabelle's room before we dismantled it for the renovation:

Mementos of her babyhood:A plaque of her 9 month-old baby bottom:
I will explain. My friend Ruth was starting up a business. She was making plaster molds of mother's pregnant bellies and baby bottoms. Thankfully, she asked me after I already had the baby if she could practice on us. Therefore, Annabelle has, mounted on black velvet, a mold of her bottom. It's even sparkly. It will be good for showing her future husband in about twenty-some years, don't you think?

About a year ago, my friend Michelle asked Annabelle what the mounted baby-bootie was. Annabelle replied, "It's my Mommies breasts."

I can see the resemblance.

Monday, January 11, 2010

The Bugs Live On. . .

It seems that they won't be exterminated without putting up a fight:

It is taking me about an hour a linear foot. At this rate, I will still be scraping in March. So I called for backup:
Interestingly, I seem to remember that as an infant, around the age of 10 months or so, this child had a knack for removing her wallpaper boarder. So much so that I had to patch it up, and apply two thin strips of molding to curtail the damage:

She seems to have lost her touch.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

No Regrets

Today I learned that a young mother is dying of cancer. I do not know her personally, but was blessed to get to know her through her blog the past year. She has a son who is Violet's age. Shortly, she will leave this earth and join our Heavenly Father, leaving the pain behind.
Her name is Amy. Amy's story touched me as a mother and someone who has been through the "you have cancer" journey. Amy's story ended very different than mine, but we have many things in common.

When I was told I had cancer, I looked at my life and asked myself what I would do differently. Thankfully, I came to the conclusion that I would not want to do anything differently. For the time being, I have been placed on this earth to be a mother.

For me this means mothering like there is no tomorrow. Being with my kids, rather than them being at a babysitter most of their waking hours. Enjoying each of their discoveries and achievements with me being their coach and primary cheerleader.

Amy's was in remission for a short period of time until suddenly, and unexpectedly, her cancer returned. It was clear that she only had a few months to live. She set her sight on spending her time with her son, and on creating keepsakes for him. She also made a "bucket list" of things that she wanted to do.

Now some people may have goals in life to see a certain landmark, or jump out of a plane. But not Amy. Her bucket list included things like reconnecting with old friends, taking her son to the zoo and dancing in the rain with him. Another one of my friends, after being diagnosed with brain cancer and knowing that her surgery would take away her sense of smell, had a list that included smelling a new-born baby one last time.

Some times it's the little things in life that are the best gifts from God.

Puttin' on the Ritz

While we were on our way to Annabelle's date with Caylyn and Chad, she asked me if she could put on some of my lipgloss. I reserve letting the girls use my lipgloss for special occasions, and a date with the Aunt and Uncle fit that bill.

So I passed her my purse. She dug it out and did her thing. Next time I looked back, this is what I saw:
No, I did not wreck the car, but I came close.
When I was able to take a picture, she asked to see the picture. We both got a good chuckle. Then she asked for a paper towel to wipe it off:"Do I have any on my chin?"

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Bye Bye Bug Room

Annabelle is next in line for a bedroom makeover. She resides in the original nursery, which is decorated with gender-neutral bugs. These little guys have kept my girls company for the past 7 years, aren't they cute?
Because I was too cheap to purchase the wallpaper, I created my own stencil with a leaf motif to match the boarder. There were also random bug appliques on the bottom portion of the wall:

And for the new. I won't divulge all of the details, but I will tell you my creative juices are flowing! Annabelle has chosen to defect from the Haigh-sisters-must-have-a-pink-room-party, thank the Lord. I could not handle 3 pink bedrooms.

This is a paint sample and after putting it up on the wall, I have decided to go with a lighter, less-saturated and more turquoise color. I was not going for the baby-blue look.

Furthermore, to keep the suspense going, we will be going 3D! Daddy is masterfully crafting my design out of MDF. These will be painted (the girls will do this part) with these bright colors:
Accents will include circular mirrors! Ooo, I can't wait! Now for the boring part, prepping the walls for painting, which includes stripping wallpaper.