I am just a girl trying to matter to God, my husband, my kids, family and friends. Sometimes I hop two steps forward and crawl one step back or even have to make a twirl to get back on track. But, I hope to give more than I take and have some fun along the way. Stop by for a couple of dances and cut in when you can.
I met Gregg when I was 17 and have been madly in love with him ever since. He is selfless, works really hard, and will do anything for anyone. He really is “that” nice all the time and he makes me a better person. He loves anything outdoors and runs like Forrest any chance he gets. He makes a mean bbq, dances with the kids to Elmo, and leaves cards for us to find all over the house. He is everything I could have ever dreamed of, and I am so proud to be his wife.
Mr. Christian has bluest eyes and is full of life. He is “all boy” and jumps from one adventure to the next. He loves trains, watermelon, and his blankie. He is polite, kind, and has tons of charisma with his little grin. He is a great big brother and gives in to girls more than they deserve. He is Daddy’s little buddy and the joy of my heart.
Miss Callie is everything I ever dreamed up in a little girl. She is about everything and everybody and never sits still. She loves all things girly, babies, mommy’s cell phone, pink, and her pillow. She has a laugh that starts in her toes and will melt you with her smile. She dances through our house in princess dresses with a pen and pad in her hand. She is mama’s little helper and Daddy’s Sweet Pea.
Cate is the icing on the cake. God knew she would be the perfect compliment to our family. She loves necklaces, animals, and her loveys. She has just enough girly to hang with Callie at her tea parties, but already shows a special bond with her big brother loving his superheros. She is a typical third child getting whatever she wants with those deep dimples of hers.
Here is me a little older than Callie...cut my head open, had to get stiches, and had to be put into a straight jacket.
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Apple Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree
Literally...fall.
Here is me a little older than Callie...cut my head open, had to get stiches, and had to be put into a straight jacket.
Here is Miss Priss almost 2 years old and getting her second set of stiches in two months. One for her thing removed on her foot, and one for the cabinet being removed from her head. She didn't like it one bit, as you can imagine. But, Children's was great and got us in right away. Why does everything happen right around dinner time? 5 days later and all she has is a scar to match her mommy. We were very thankful that nothing else was wrong with her since her head hit that cabinet with a smack that makes you sick to your stomach when you hear it. She asked for a purple bandaid and was very proud to show Daddy when we got home after getting her stiches out.
I think these two pictures confirm even more how much she doesn't look like me. She is her Daddy's baby for sure.
Here is me a little older than Callie...cut my head open, had to get stiches, and had to be put into a straight jacket.
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I love the little Jenn picture! Same smile!
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