Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Dance Recital
So Saturday evening rolled around and every one's nerves were shot. Tarren from being scared (this wasn't her first rodeo, so I was a little annoyed), Caitrin for obvious reasons pertaining to mass stranger anxiety, and mine from, well... both the girls. Dropping Caitrin off, I hurried and got a shot of all the girls: Tarren, Caitrin, LeAnna & Hannah. Forgive me for the blurriness: horrible lighting + shaky me doesn't equal quality pictures but proof enough that my girls danced.
This is were my heart sang with JOY! Caitrin actually stepped out on to the stage and started doing the moves with the other girls.
It was promised to Caitrin that if she danced, even just a little, that I would take her and Tarren to Baskin Robins for whatever they wanted. I couldn't be more proud of them!! (They did get their ice cream on Sunday after church)
Monday, January 24, 2011
Dress Rehearsal
Friday night was dress rehearsal for all the girls in the recital. I figured it would be the moment of truth for Caitirn. As soon as she saw the stage, she clutched to my leg with a death grip. I had to step back and make her spread her wings...
She just stood there, not wanting to let go of her instructor, Jamie.
She just stood there, not wanting to let go of her instructor, Jamie.
Waiting was the hardest....
I wasn't sure if she saw me taking pictures, but I think this looks says it all...
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Photo Phun
For Christmas Eric got me a REALLY nice camera. So nice in fact, half the time I can't figure out how to use it. Since I've been doing some experimenting, I've managed to take (what I thought) some neat pictures. I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to have a new blog label for these pictures.. "photo phun". Fair warning on the table right now... these photos won't have any rhyme or reason to them other than "just because"..... enjoy....
Seahawk Fans
This posting is a little late since the Seahawks have now been eliminated from the playoffs. But I wanted to show our support in our local (as local as it can be) NFL team. Eric has been a fan of the Seahawks as far as I can remember, but has refused to wear any of their logos. For Christmas this year, I went against his will and purchased a very simple shirt. He begged me to no take a photo of him, he didn't want any evidence of him being a fan... Caitrin is a very proud Sea-gal fan... even when Seattle doesn't have the ball, she shouts for them to make a touch down. I love her enthusiasm...
Trent and Jack will be die hard fans to the death. They even wore their Seahawk jerseys to their own football practices this past fall
Here's to next year for the Seahawks to go all the way. (Hey, don't laugh!! I can dream BIG)
Trent and Jack will be die hard fans to the death. They even wore their Seahawk jerseys to their own football practices this past fall
Tarren couldn't care less of football, though she did receive a Seahawk hoodie for her birthday last year. She's like her dad, doesn't want to be seen in it.. kids..
Here's to next year for the Seahawks to go all the way. (Hey, don't laugh!! I can dream BIG)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Not getting it.. (part 2)
The next morning it was decided that maybe Mom knew a little about a little and pants looked like a wonderful concept to the freezing temperatures. No battle on clothes, YEA!! But it seemed that the bed was more welcoming to all of us and we all ended up sleeping later than intended. I rushed out of bed, a little cranky that I over slept, trying to get the kids moving at a fast than normal pace.
As I topped the stairs from getting dressed, I saw Tarren standing in the middle of the kitchen pointing to the floor. I was a tiny bit scared to come closer to see what she was pointing at. When I inched closer, I saw Trent sitting on the ground, knees up to his chest, sobbing (like the dog had died. Fortunately the dog didn't die because she was sitting right next to him looking at him like he was crazy). Being that I was cranky, I honestly didn't show any sympathy, (which I feel bad looking back).
Mom: What is going on here? What is the problem?
Trent: (*SOBBING*) I CAN'T FIND THE MILK!!
Mind you, he was sitting in front of the refrigerator.
Mom: What do you mean "you can't find the milk'? Is there any in the fridge?
Trent: (Still Sobbing) NO!! IT'S NOT THERE. I CAN'T FIND ANY!!
Mom: (Still no sympathy) Son, there is no other place the milk would be. So if there isn't any in the fridge, I guess we're out.
Without missing a beat...Caitrin came stomping into the kitchen with her hands on her hips...
Caitrin: Yeah, there's no milk. I drank it all last night (insert four year old attitude here).
I redirected Caitrin back to her room to finish getting ready, told Trent that there was eggs and toast since cereal was not an option, and I rushed to get out the door for work, since it is the only place where my sanity is restored....
As I topped the stairs from getting dressed, I saw Tarren standing in the middle of the kitchen pointing to the floor. I was a tiny bit scared to come closer to see what she was pointing at. When I inched closer, I saw Trent sitting on the ground, knees up to his chest, sobbing (like the dog had died. Fortunately the dog didn't die because she was sitting right next to him looking at him like he was crazy). Being that I was cranky, I honestly didn't show any sympathy, (which I feel bad looking back).
Mom: What is going on here? What is the problem?
Trent: (*SOBBING*) I CAN'T FIND THE MILK!!
Mind you, he was sitting in front of the refrigerator.
Mom: What do you mean "you can't find the milk'? Is there any in the fridge?
Trent: (Still Sobbing) NO!! IT'S NOT THERE. I CAN'T FIND ANY!!
Mom: (Still no sympathy) Son, there is no other place the milk would be. So if there isn't any in the fridge, I guess we're out.
Without missing a beat...Caitrin came stomping into the kitchen with her hands on her hips...
Caitrin: Yeah, there's no milk. I drank it all last night (insert four year old attitude here).
I redirected Caitrin back to her room to finish getting ready, told Trent that there was eggs and toast since cereal was not an option, and I rushed to get out the door for work, since it is the only place where my sanity is restored....
Friday, January 7, 2011
Not getting it... (part 1)
When picking battles with Caitrin, I try to pick wisely. But not always is that the case.
The other morning Caitrin wanted to wear a dress. I quickly checked the weather, the projected high was supposed to 19 degrees. I asked her if she could please wear pants since it was supposed to be cold.
Caitrin: "NO! I NEED to wear a dress" I'm all about lessons learned.
Mom: "Fine, you can wear a dress but you HAVE to wear tennis shoes. I'm not budging on this."
Of course that was a battle in itself. But I stood firm. I again pleaded for her to wear pants.
Mom: "Babe, it's cold outside. Please wear pants today"
Caitrin: "Nope"
Mom: "Okay...I don't want to hear that you're cold."
In between me battling with a four year old, I was getting ready for work. On this particular day, I decided to wear nice pin stripped slacks, a hot pink jacket, and did my hair all nice and curly. I even wore jewelry!! I felt pretty.
Teeth and hair got brushed, coats gathered and we were out the door to daycare. We get situated in the car and Caitrin starts bawling.
Mom: "What's going on?"
Caitrin:"I'm COLD!!!"
Mom:" I told you it would be. I don't want to hear it. You chose to wear a dress, even after you were warned it's supposed to be cold. I think you'll live. I'm sure you are staying in for recess today anyways."
She settled down a little bit and we proceeded with some small talk. All of sudden, she starts bawling again.
Mom:"What's going on now? What happened?"
Caitrin:"YOU LOOK PRETTIER THAN ME!"
Mom:"What? Where did that come from?"
Caitrin:"YOU LOOK PRETTIER THAN ME!"
Mom:"Are you serious?! Babe you look pretty. Sissy did your hair, and your dress is cute. No one said you didn't look cute. You are beautiful."
It took all my self control to not speed to the daycare. It wasn't even 8am and I felt mentally and emotionally exhausted.
The other morning Caitrin wanted to wear a dress. I quickly checked the weather, the projected high was supposed to 19 degrees. I asked her if she could please wear pants since it was supposed to be cold.
Caitrin: "NO! I NEED to wear a dress" I'm all about lessons learned.
Mom: "Fine, you can wear a dress but you HAVE to wear tennis shoes. I'm not budging on this."
Of course that was a battle in itself. But I stood firm. I again pleaded for her to wear pants.
Mom: "Babe, it's cold outside. Please wear pants today"
Caitrin: "Nope"
Mom: "Okay...I don't want to hear that you're cold."
In between me battling with a four year old, I was getting ready for work. On this particular day, I decided to wear nice pin stripped slacks, a hot pink jacket, and did my hair all nice and curly. I even wore jewelry!! I felt pretty.
Teeth and hair got brushed, coats gathered and we were out the door to daycare. We get situated in the car and Caitrin starts bawling.
Mom: "What's going on?"
Caitrin:"I'm COLD!!!"
Mom:" I told you it would be. I don't want to hear it. You chose to wear a dress, even after you were warned it's supposed to be cold. I think you'll live. I'm sure you are staying in for recess today anyways."
She settled down a little bit and we proceeded with some small talk. All of sudden, she starts bawling again.
Mom:"What's going on now? What happened?"
Caitrin:"YOU LOOK PRETTIER THAN ME!"
Mom:"What? Where did that come from?"
Caitrin:"YOU LOOK PRETTIER THAN ME!"
Mom:"Are you serious?! Babe you look pretty. Sissy did your hair, and your dress is cute. No one said you didn't look cute. You are beautiful."
It took all my self control to not speed to the daycare. It wasn't even 8am and I felt mentally and emotionally exhausted.