Our Adventure called Life

The snowy weather before Thanksgiving kicked our Christmas spirit into gear quicker then normal.  With a free weekend staring us in the face, we decided to head to Louisville for a little Christmas cheer!   For the past 5 years the Galt House in Louisville has put together a Christmas event featuring luminaries that tell a story, an indoor (non-cold) snow play area, an old English Village complete with carolers, a Christmas train, and other festive attractions.  This year the theme of the luminaries was "A Christmas Carol."    Scrooge Scott had never seen the movie, so he was a little confused about why the Christmas display depicted ghosts in chains, graveyards, and an extremely grumpy looking old man.  I gave him a quick synopsis of the story and that helped.  The kids just liked looking at the pretty lights and cautiously touching them. "Touch?" As we walked through the story there were characters walking, dancing, and singing among us.  They frigh

It was 4 years ago this time of year that Scott and I had driven to Louisville to meet with Dr. Pietrantoni.  He was the perinatologist that was going to help us understand what was happening with our honeymoon baby.  We knew the prognosis was fatal, but we wanted to arm ourselves with as much information as possible. In the small office as I laid on the exam table holding Scott's hand, we learned that we had already ran out of time.  Our honeymoon baby had already earned her angel wings and there was nothing we could do. We checked into a hotel in Louisville to contact our families and grieve.  We stayed at the Galt House which had a beautiful view of the river.  After gathering our thoughts and dealing with very raw emotions, we walked to a nearby restaurant for milk and cookies (it's what I wanted). The hotel we were staying in advertised a Christmas event geared towards children.  It featured lights, music, trees, Santa, and more!  All I wanted was to bring our child

Nothing puts fear in a museum curator's heart like seeing 2 double strollers containing a 1yr old, 2yr old, and 2  - 3yr olds come rolling in the door. Photo courtesy of Google Earlier this month I saw a post advertising the 3rd Friday of the month as free admission day at Evansville Museum of Arts, History and Science.  Sure I'd driven by the building enough times that I knew exactly where it was....but, I'll admit I'd never even thought about going inside (said while looking down in embarrassment). Holding "clouds"  Now that the weather is officially "cold" and trips to the zoo aren't so tempting, I figured I'd take the kids to the museum on this beautiful Friday.  I invited our good friend Krista and her daughter to join us on the educational trip. Neither of us had been there and were a little nervous as we rolled through the doors.  Having small children, it's amazing the disastrous scenarios a mother can imagine invol

Today is beautiful day for many reasons.  The children woke up in good moods, they both wanted items for breakfast that were stocked and waiting in the cabinets, and when it was time to get dressed, there wasn't much protesting (just one small "...but I'm still playing."  This is how a great day in the life as a mom starts out. Today was Kindermusik day for Paisley.  He started music when he was 18 months.  Prior to this fall, it was a class that he and I took together.  The class brought Paisley (for the most part) out of his bashful shell and was a great way for me to meet other moms.  Since he turned 3 in August, he moved up to the 3-5 class which meant he took the class by himself while I sat in the lobby. At first he did good.  He went in without issue and while I know he was the shadow of the teacher, he was fine with class.  Then a couple weeks ago something changed and he said he no longer liked the class, asking if he could stop going.  I tried havin

Growing up I had the "picture-perfect" grandmother.  She was soft.  She had this short white/gray hair that held a tight perm.  She didn't wear a stitch of make-up but was still beautiful.  She sang church songs if she wasn't talking and playing "church" was a common occurrence at her house.   She baked cookies and pies after making a full Sunday lunch, each item homemade.  I don't know if she ever even heard of Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines.  All her pants had an elastic waistline, even her jeans.  She'd give you a big hug when you arrived at her house, then it was back to the stove so the chicken didn't burn.   On car rides she had this quiet hiss like sound that escaped her mouth.  I don't even know if she knew she was doing it, but it was sort of relaxing.  You could tell she was displeased about something by a look on her face, although I can't remember ever hearing her voice her displeasure about anything.   She wa

My last night rocking the 2 year old to sleep Life!  It is full.  It is fleeting.  It makes me laugh.  It makes me cry.  Sometimes I do both in a very short period of time.  Our last couple of months have kept us on our toes and running about.   August brought the birthdays of our two little sweeties.  While there is a touch of bittersweet to them growing older, I wear a smile on my face because they are both so healthy, happy, and thriving in every way.  I look forward to each one of their birthdays, their milestones, each significant event that makes me shed a tear of happiness.  Their party was a combined party (and will be until they beg me to have their own) of "Trucks and Tutus."  We held it in a nearby park and the weather cooperated.  I love seeing the faces of friends and family celebrating the birth of our children.  I can't tell you who gave them what gift, but I can tell you each person that attended.  I don't take their presence for gr