Monday, January 21, 2008


Shane and I were at church service this weekend--which involved a lot of standing and singing. My back was killing me from it. So Shane says, "You might need gel inserts for your shoes." I replied, "Nothing says old like gel inserts." He just laughed.

You know you've got a good one

When your husband orders his girls' favorite books online without having to be asked. Shane got Erin's pick (worn out and falling apart) Baby Faces. And Lanie has fallen in love with a book called Just a Snowman (from the library. She wants to renew it over and over again. She reads it to herself all the time. She even sleeps with it!). He emailed me this morning to let me know, which got a huge, "Awww!" out of me.

Thursday, January 17, 2008


Got some good shots of the girls bundled up in their snow suits. It's been snowing all day, much to their delight. I'll be piling us up in the car to visit some friends, and to mend Lanie's hurt feelings over an earlier snub. Chin up, kiddo. I love you.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Ducks in a row

Lanie starts ballet/tap next week. She loves to dance, and this will be her last term as a preschool dancer. It makes me wonder what interests she'll have as she gets older. Now, she loves to dance and draw. She even refers to herself as, "An artist. Just like our friend David."

This is also the countdown to school, in some respects. Maybe January seems a bit soon to be staring into the eyes of September, but it's really not. March is a big month for open houses. I've found three schools for us to check out, and it seemed stressful TO ME to check them out and wonder, "What if we don't get in? Will I miss out on one waiting on another?" Sage advice from a friend told me to apply to all of them, so that I'd at least be saved a spot for Lanie. Then make the final choice. Ok, so that takes some pressure off.

Lanie is doing well in math, and now has an official 24 words she can read. Good for her.

Erin shows an early love of books. And the telephone.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

A break from fog

I cannot believe that for over a week, I have had a headache that no medicine can conquer. I wasn't even able to rid myself of it through food eliminations (like things that cause migraines: cheddar cheese, chocolate, nuts). Since the headache was stubborn (painful, dizzying, full of pressure and unrelenting), I decided that I should at least enjoy chocolate. I did get some relief this afternoon, and I felt like a new person. The girls and I played out at the swingset and enjoyed the mild weather. A real treat.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

A symphony of lights

Our New Year's Eve plans changed. Instead of a GMT New Year's celebration, we checked out Columbia's Symphony of Lights (put on as a fundraiser by HCGH, it's a drive through Merriweather where nearly 70 lighted displays, both stationary and moving, light the way along a winding drive. Walking tours are available early evening.) As long as I've lived in the area, I've never done this. So we piled into the car (Erin slept the whole way) and drove. I have some photos to share (taken with other digital camera and I need to get the reader device for it).

If I were five years old, I'd be most impressed (as Lanie secretly was, though she's sometimes too much of a grump to admit to having fun). But at my age, I have to admit I expected something much more spectacular. Still, it was a nice drive. We finished the evening's outing with a quick pass to Starbucks at the Mall for hot chocolate (which Lanie prefers cold) and white chocolate mocha coffee; and I very narrowly escaped having both my legs broken as a young girlie driver didn't pay attention to backing her parents' SUV out of the space next to us while I was buckling Lanie up. Shane and I were stunned at how close I came to having the car door shut and pinned against my body. Not sure if God had a plan for her or me that day, but nevertheless, I'm grateful my legs were spared (and we both spent the ride home thanking Him!).

Erin decided to join in the evening's activities as we pulled into the neighborhood at almost 8 p.m. Shane and I knew that meant a very late night now that she'd had a good two-hour nap. I made him stay up with me, which was a struggle for him. Erin and I enjoyed some neighboring fireworks as the night wore on, and at precisely midnight, my sweet daughter fell asleep in my arms. I carried her upstairs as the fireworks boomed in celebration of 2008--much more of a symphony of lights to me.