Monday, March 19, 2007
And the captions are:
1 ~ Teighan holding Lily 2 ~ Teighan holding Lily wanting to eat her up 3 ~ Teighan holding Lana cuz no one would let her eat Lily 4 ~ Teighan wants to know if they are both babies.....and how did we get two????? Teighan is my granddaughter who is 14 months old and a bit on the tiny side as she was born two months early and weighed 3.5 lbs. Lily and Lana are my great neices who were born Feb. 23 but are technically due in April and they weighed a couple ounces over 4 lbs. I love these pics as it makes the twins look bigger but it don't do much for making Teighan look any bigger,,,lol. Welcome home Lily and Lana! You did great Michelle.
Labels: My Teighan and Lily and Lana
Thursday, March 08, 2007
The Threads That Bind
Sometimes we all need the comfort of a favorite 'blankie.' By Kerrie Flanagan
After enduring a few stitches and a couple of minor surgeries, it was a relief when the most recent operation was successful. My seven-year-old son, Drew, was thrilled. These were always rough times for him, but the older he got, the easier they became. With this last attempt, a few more months, maybe even a year, was added to the life of his favorite blanket. With a look of sadness and concern in his blue eyes , he approached me one morning last week, holding his blanket like it was a wounded animal. His blonde hair was going in all directions, obviously the result of a rough night's sleep.
"Mom," his voice cracked. "There are more holes. Can you fix them?" I looked at the lifeless piece of fabric in his hands. I gently picked it up by the corners to assess the recent damage. There were a few big holes and frayed edges. Being careful not to pull on any of the life-bearing threads, I said to him, "I will see what I can do Honey."
Like a skilled surgeon I carefully examined the patient. This was not going to be easy, but I came up with a plan. I called Drew over for my prognosis. "Your blanket isn't looking so good. If it is okay with you, I will sew it to some other fabric and patch up the holes. Ok?" He agreed. The next morning, he reluctantly put his priceless possession into my hands and left for school. I felt I should have had him sign a medical release form before he left, freeing me from all responsibility should something go wrong. ( I am not the best at sewing, the truth is I am not very good at all). After an hour of skillful work (luck actually), the surgery was a success. My reward -- a big smile showing both of his adorable dimples, a hug and a "Thank you Mommy," that oozed with sincerity.
Now some people may say that Drew is getting too old for a blanket and I should just throw it away. Part of me agrees with that, but then the other part of me remembers wrapping him up in that same blanket and rocking him to sleep. This blanket has been more than just a source of comfort at night; it has been a super-hero cape, a bandage for wounded stuffed animals and something to have a pretend picnic on.
Maybe I am using the blanket to hold onto something that is out of my control. My son is growing up and I can't stop that. While I do celebrate each new stage in his life, the truth is, I miss holding him in my lap. I miss having him fall asleep with his head resting on my chest, I miss smelling the powdery fragrance that can only be found on a freshly cleaned baby.
Sure, I can tell him he is too old for a blanket and that it is time for him to grow up, but why? Because I am the adult and I decided he didn't need it anymore? If you think about it, adults have favorite "blankets" too; an old nightshirt that's full of holes or a car stranded in the garage that we swear we are going to fix someday. We would never admit that we have a favorite "blanket." We would never want anyone to know that we have things in our lives that provide us comfort and we would have hard time doing without them.
So what will I do when Drew needs me to fix his blanket again? I'm not sure. I will have to cross that bridge when it comes. For now, though, I am going to enjoy the time I spend with him. I am going to share in his joy as he learns how to read. I am going fill with pride when he tests for his next belt in Karate and I am going to hang up all the wonderful pictures he makes especially for me. He will only be seven once and I want to relish all the exciting moments he will experience at this time in his life.
I kiss him goodnight and tell him to have happy dreams. Quietly, I thank God for giving me my son and for helping me realize just how special each day with him is. I slip into my favorite nightshirt with all the holes in it, then grab my favorite quilt and a family photo album. I nestle into my favorite chair and arrange myself until I am at maximum comfort. With a big sigh, I open the album and begin reliving moments of the past seven years; many which include a little boy's favorite blanket.
I found this in my mailbox today, sent to me by a dear friend and it bought back some very wonder*filled memories so I thought I'd share one with all of you.I loved this story and it reminds me of shauna. I made her a quilt in her senior year of high school and every time that she has went to the hospital to have one of her babies that is the first thing she grabs to take with her, after all she knows that I will go back home and collect the babies things when it is time for her to bring her bundles home and I will be sure she has clean, fitting clothes to wear home but she can not survive a night in a hospital bed in a stark white blanket and still feel safe and secure. Of course she is nice and gives me that stark white blanket to cover up with as I sleep on the sofa or the recliner or whatever is provided because there is no way she is staying up in that hospital all by herself without her mommy to protect and comfort her. So yes at times we all need the blankies to comfort us and the threads of love that they were made with to bind us to our families and the ones we know will always be there to love, comfort and protect us.
Labels: The Threads That Bind....
I live in Minnesota and last week Old Man Winter decided to gift us with snow so I thought I'd share a few pictures of my back yard in all it's beautiful winter clothing. The shoveling of the drives and sidewalks sucks but the payback of such beauty is worth every single sore muscle you could possibly get.
It's sure in huge contrast to the spring fling of my friend Darlene's beautifl buzz.
Labels: Winter in my world....
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
This is for you Angela to show you that your not alone. This is all my fabric that I've collected over the years to make quilts with. I do make quilts but I buy fabric much faster than I sew ::giggling wildly::
I also have a couple of the tall white towers that are filled to over flowing with scrapbooking supplies.
I know I should let go of some of this stuff but just the thought makes my breath catch. So I suppose if we must be pack rats let us at least become organized pack rats.
Labels: Pack Rat or what......
Sunday, March 04, 2007
This is my yougest, my baby girl. Her name is Shauna and she is 23. She is my high maintenance one,,lol. I guess I can't complain as I'm sure I have to take some of the blame for this. When my oldest daughter was 2 they told me I could not have anymore children so 9 years later when I kept getting sick I attributed it to having a touch of a flu bug. So with such a blessing as this from God how could I not spoil her just a tad bit? I was lucky to have two beautiful girls and they've blessed me with some wonder*filled grandchildren. I'll have to dig up some pics of Wendy as she isn't much on having her pic taken but I'm sure I can get her daughter to sneak a shot of her so I can share her with you as well.
My riches are my family.....
Labels: My Baby Girl.....
Turn bedroom into Magic Place :)