Catching up

I had no less than 1,800 pictures on my camera when John cleaned it off for me this weekend. No, I'm not exaggerating. He was thrilled. ;-) It took a looong time and I'm ready to keep it cleaned off now so hopefully I'll be better at posting pictures. We miss out of town family and my guess is they'd like to see us too. So, here are a few more and there will be more to come soon.

Matching dresses from Noni.

 Our latest family shot. It isn't John Patrick's favorite thing to have his picture taken but he doesn't actually hate it this bad. I dont' know what happened here. :-)

 John took this picture and it may be one of my very favorites of the two of them. They are such sweet friends. One of the many many things I love about these two is how great of friends they are. They have normal sibling arguments but more often than not John Patrick is willing to let Dora go off to "dance class" during one of their forever ongoing games of make believe and she's happy to be an undercover spy while she's dancing. More than one person has told me if we have one more baby we have to have two because "the world was made for twos". What do you think?

 The girls at Easter.

We found out that if your daddy scares up a baby rabbit while mowing, it's fine to hold it for a while but it's basically impossible to keep it. Just put it back where you found it and the mommy bunny will find it when she returns to the nest for the evening feeding. Mommy bunny's tend to leave during the day to detract attention from the nest and returns only twice a day to feed. You're welcome. :-) 

Spring- for the record

wow, daddy's feet are big!

Just a normal day with Nella

cheeeeeze!

t-ball starts this year

"Go reeeeds!" (at the opening day parade)

running with mommy in the grass

Classic Anella

So we're at a city egg hunt waiting for Anella's turn in the 3-4 year old hunt. The area is roped off with caution tape and there are approximately 500 eggs carpeting the lawn. Anella looks up at me and asks, "Why is this called an egg hunt mom? It should just be called eggs on the ground." But then she goes on to tell me how she can't see the one's on the far side of the area quite so well (just because they're further away, not because they're hidden) so when the man says go she runs past 200 eggs in order to hunt her 6.
Later, on the walk back to the car she's still pondering the fact that these people have obviously not played egg hunt with John Patrick who likes to hide eggs in the Lego box (with the lid on) and she says, "Mom, isn't a hunt where you have to find something?"
There should be a section for the "3-4 year olds with older siblings".

Carefree

I just love this picture. So dreamy and relaxed. I just came across it in my lightroom mess of pictures and thought I'd share. I wonder if in 13 years from now she'll have a 5 year old son tell her she smells funny? She has no idea. Part of what makes 18 so much fun.

Resting with Jesus as we speak

They were a miracle of the time, these identical twin baby girls born at only 3 pounds each who would share a shoe box for a bed as infants.

"More than sisters" is how Grandma Dora plainly describes her closeness with her twin sister, Doris.

This afternoon Aunt Doris is resting in her saviors arms. But her dear husband (of 70 years)Don and Grandma Dora are morning her death, I know. Grandma said to us last week, "only God can help me accept this."

As Aunt Doris encouraged us a year ago in her Christmas card: "He will keep in perfect peace who's heart is stayed on him."

Please pray for Grandma Dora and Uncle Don to have God's perfect peace.