Timeline of craziness.
February:
-Dave will be gone. Not cool.
-14th: Valentines Day. Also the day I get my boob checked out again. Hoping for the best.
-Match list due. Dave and I will have to decide what path we would like to take for the next 4 years of life. It's kind of a big deal.
March:
-Dave will be gone. Not cool.
-16th is Match Day. I think we find out if we matched on the 12th and then we find out where we are going on the 16th. This is craziness. Our fate is in the hands of a computer generated formula.
-16th (10 minutes after the match)- find a realtor. We need to find a house and get going on the move before we have a baby in a few weeks and get kicked out of our apartment on May 31st.
April:
-Baby Newbie is due! I think I'm going to like her/him.
-Recover.
May:
-Pack.
-Move.
-Unpack.
-Recover.
June:
-3rd is Graduation Day! Dave becomes a doctor!! That's Sir. Dr. Cain to you.
-7th is a super sneaky special trip that the kids don't know about. Shhhhh- don't tell them! I'll give you a hint- it rhymes with Schmisney World! I am so excited I want to cry.
-15th Enjoy a couple of weeks of painting/fixing/redoing parts of the house.
July:
-Dave starts residency! And then the real craziness begins.
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All of this is like Christmas Eve for me. Wish us luck. Love you.
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Showing posts with label Davey Jeffey. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Pregnanting
So, I'm in my last-mester of pregnancy. And I'm about to be really real up in this blog so, if you don't want to hear about the truths of pregnancy- just click away.
Swiss Army Knife. I'm pretty sure this little person has somehow fashioned a Swiss Army Knife out of amniotic fluid and is using it to dig its way through my right lowest rib. Remember that "Rescue Me" scene in Paul Shore's epic In the Army Now. (Don't pretend like you haven't seen it.) Yep, it's just like that. Also, occasionally the babe uses it to shove into one of my ovaries just to remind me that we are done having kids. Take that tiny eggs!
Ug sauce. I am feeling so incredibly ugly. I swear in the last 6 months I have aged 15 years. I used to be able to get away with chap stick and bronzer. Now if I don't get ready in the morning I look like this: click here. Not cool.
Neepers. When Dave and I first got married we had a dog named Barkley. He was a pug. He was unmanageable and he snorted and he was wall eyed. I loved him. I have some new pets that are just as free spirited and they are my sitting atop my belly. They are my boobs. And they are everywhere.
Peek-a-boo. I'm big and getting bigger. I recently got to the point where I can't see past my belly. As far as I know, my body goes- head, boobs, top of belly, toes. And that's all. I am not comfortable with not knowing how everything is holding up on the parts I can't see...
Pee-a-boo. ...Infact, if I didn't have to pee every hour I may have forgotten that I still have specials down there. My favorite is when I pee, wash my hands, the baby moves, and I am back on the toilet. And when I say my favorite- I mean the opposite of that. Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me for a sec...
Serious Condition. I am not lying in the least little bit when I say that I am pretty sure my baby has seizures. This kid is already practicing his krumping, no doubt, but at least 3 times a day it also shakes and spazzes uncontrollably like it's had too much coffee. It makes me nervous.
Harold and the Purple Crayon. When we got it's 1/2 way ultrasound and saw it's profile- he looked exactly like this. I truly believe the ultrasounds are telling. Miles did something hilarious during his and he is honestly the funniest kid I know. Faye's picture looked exactly like my sister, Celeste, and she still does. Newbie's profile screams Harold. And I can't wait.
My heart on my sleeve. I would like to think I would be a pretty good actress if given the opportunity, but I might be wrong. Lately people have been saying things like, "Are you okay?" "You seem a little down," and "Everything alright?" I have been a little sick lately, but I didn't know that I was also depressed until people kept telling me. So, someone tell me how happy I am. Right now and I mean it!
Professor Actual Factual. The truth is, as much as I love complaining about the woes of pregnancy- I am actually really excited to have this baby. And so are my kids.
Faye says: If it's a girl I am going to name it Tiger. And if it's a boy I'm going to name it Tiger.
Miles will leave little pictures of hearts or submarines for me and the baby all over the house. Sometimes the baby will get a special hug and kiss from one of the kids and every once in a while I can get Dave to feel the baby during one of it's dance sessions.
Dave says: Yep. There's a baby in there.
I can't wait to meet her. I can't wait to hold him in my arms. I can't wait to see her little tiny hand wrap around one of my fingers. I can't wait to watch him stretch his little arms out and not be able to reach the top of his head. I can't wait to see how Faye will love on him and how Miles will protect her. I can't wait to watch Dave look at her with love in his eyes.
I can't wait to meet you, little one. Come soon, but not too soon- keep working on those ribs until D-day.
Love you.
-Cicely
Swiss Army Knife. I'm pretty sure this little person has somehow fashioned a Swiss Army Knife out of amniotic fluid and is using it to dig its way through my right lowest rib. Remember that "Rescue Me" scene in Paul Shore's epic In the Army Now. (Don't pretend like you haven't seen it.) Yep, it's just like that. Also, occasionally the babe uses it to shove into one of my ovaries just to remind me that we are done having kids. Take that tiny eggs!
Ug sauce. I am feeling so incredibly ugly. I swear in the last 6 months I have aged 15 years. I used to be able to get away with chap stick and bronzer. Now if I don't get ready in the morning I look like this: click here. Not cool.
Neepers. When Dave and I first got married we had a dog named Barkley. He was a pug. He was unmanageable and he snorted and he was wall eyed. I loved him. I have some new pets that are just as free spirited and they are my sitting atop my belly. They are my boobs. And they are everywhere.
Peek-a-boo. I'm big and getting bigger. I recently got to the point where I can't see past my belly. As far as I know, my body goes- head, boobs, top of belly, toes. And that's all. I am not comfortable with not knowing how everything is holding up on the parts I can't see...
Pee-a-boo. ...Infact, if I didn't have to pee every hour I may have forgotten that I still have specials down there. My favorite is when I pee, wash my hands, the baby moves, and I am back on the toilet. And when I say my favorite- I mean the opposite of that. Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me for a sec...
Serious Condition. I am not lying in the least little bit when I say that I am pretty sure my baby has seizures. This kid is already practicing his krumping, no doubt, but at least 3 times a day it also shakes and spazzes uncontrollably like it's had too much coffee. It makes me nervous.
Harold and the Purple Crayon. When we got it's 1/2 way ultrasound and saw it's profile- he looked exactly like this. I truly believe the ultrasounds are telling. Miles did something hilarious during his and he is honestly the funniest kid I know. Faye's picture looked exactly like my sister, Celeste, and she still does. Newbie's profile screams Harold. And I can't wait.
My heart on my sleeve. I would like to think I would be a pretty good actress if given the opportunity, but I might be wrong. Lately people have been saying things like, "Are you okay?" "You seem a little down," and "Everything alright?" I have been a little sick lately, but I didn't know that I was also depressed until people kept telling me. So, someone tell me how happy I am. Right now and I mean it!
Professor Actual Factual. The truth is, as much as I love complaining about the woes of pregnancy- I am actually really excited to have this baby. And so are my kids.
Faye says: If it's a girl I am going to name it Tiger. And if it's a boy I'm going to name it Tiger.
Miles will leave little pictures of hearts or submarines for me and the baby all over the house. Sometimes the baby will get a special hug and kiss from one of the kids and every once in a while I can get Dave to feel the baby during one of it's dance sessions.
Dave says: Yep. There's a baby in there.
I can't wait to meet her. I can't wait to hold him in my arms. I can't wait to see her little tiny hand wrap around one of my fingers. I can't wait to watch him stretch his little arms out and not be able to reach the top of his head. I can't wait to see how Faye will love on him and how Miles will protect her. I can't wait to watch Dave look at her with love in his eyes.
I can't wait to meet you, little one. Come soon, but not too soon- keep working on those ribs until D-day.
Love you.
-Cicely
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Good morning.
Dear Blog-
I just sort of miss you. That's all.
What's happened:
-I am almost in my third trimester and I am feeling Large Marge-ish, but I don't ever remember feeling this non-sick with my other two. Ps. This is our last baby. It seems that with each child my sickness gets more and more concentrated to the first trimester and if I had another I would probably just die at about 14 weeks.
-Miles is awesome. He is seriously the smartest kid I know. Sometimes it worries me. His teacher in pre-school said this about him, "Miles is just a little man. A little silly man."
-Faye is incredibly adorable. She is super smart too. She just turned three and can count to 30, knows about 10 Christmas songs, looks like Little Cindy Lou Who, and is sort of nasally when she talks. I like it.
My kids are growing up. Coming this Sunday- they will both be in primary. It makes me want to cry.
This baby is due in April and I am planning to cut her/him/it out of my belly. That means I will have had 1 induced baby, 1 natural baby, and 1 C-sectioned baby. I feel like I should write a book. The babe is super active and prefers to spend it's time on the right side of my body. I think it wants to snuggle me.
-I found a lump in my boob in October (National Breast Cancer Awareness Month) and although the tumor doesn't look cancerous- they don't know what it is and would like to take it out. Only, I'm pregnant. So... We are waiting until probably 1 year post baby before we cut into it. Fingers crossed, eh?
-Dave becomes a doctor in about 5 months. I can't believe it. Have I told you how much I love him? Cause I seriously do. I will follow him anywhere- even to Lubbock, Texas if necessary. Residency starts this summer and we have a few options... I'm hoping for Cleveland myself, but Iowa and Columbus are high on my list as well. But as I said, I would do anything for love. -Meatloaf.
-Christmas week was awesome. Our anniversary was the 20th, Faye's birthday was the 22nd, Christmas was spent opening presesents and playing all day, then the 26th was spent cleaning the house (another Christmas present) to host my parents and Celeste's entrance to Cleveland. We still have some of Faye's birthday presents to open and the house seems literally filled with toys. It's wonderful.
-The fish died this week. All of them. I'm trying to figure out if this is a Christmas Miracle or if it is a Christmas disaster, but the kids dont' seem to mind. So... I'm good.
-I love our friends, schools, and ward here. I am grateful everyday for all that we have. And I'm grateful for you Blog, even though I neglect you.
-All in all, I love what is happening here in the Cain home.
Loves.
-Cicely
I just sort of miss you. That's all.
What's happened:
-I am almost in my third trimester and I am feeling Large Marge-ish, but I don't ever remember feeling this non-sick with my other two. Ps. This is our last baby. It seems that with each child my sickness gets more and more concentrated to the first trimester and if I had another I would probably just die at about 14 weeks.
-Miles is awesome. He is seriously the smartest kid I know. Sometimes it worries me. His teacher in pre-school said this about him, "Miles is just a little man. A little silly man."
-Faye is incredibly adorable. She is super smart too. She just turned three and can count to 30, knows about 10 Christmas songs, looks like Little Cindy Lou Who, and is sort of nasally when she talks. I like it.
My kids are growing up. Coming this Sunday- they will both be in primary. It makes me want to cry.
This baby is due in April and I am planning to cut her/him/it out of my belly. That means I will have had 1 induced baby, 1 natural baby, and 1 C-sectioned baby. I feel like I should write a book. The babe is super active and prefers to spend it's time on the right side of my body. I think it wants to snuggle me.
-I found a lump in my boob in October (National Breast Cancer Awareness Month) and although the tumor doesn't look cancerous- they don't know what it is and would like to take it out. Only, I'm pregnant. So... We are waiting until probably 1 year post baby before we cut into it. Fingers crossed, eh?
-Dave becomes a doctor in about 5 months. I can't believe it. Have I told you how much I love him? Cause I seriously do. I will follow him anywhere- even to Lubbock, Texas if necessary. Residency starts this summer and we have a few options... I'm hoping for Cleveland myself, but Iowa and Columbus are high on my list as well. But as I said, I would do anything for love. -Meatloaf.
-Christmas week was awesome. Our anniversary was the 20th, Faye's birthday was the 22nd, Christmas was spent opening presesents and playing all day, then the 26th was spent cleaning the house (another Christmas present) to host my parents and Celeste's entrance to Cleveland. We still have some of Faye's birthday presents to open and the house seems literally filled with toys. It's wonderful.
-The fish died this week. All of them. I'm trying to figure out if this is a Christmas Miracle or if it is a Christmas disaster, but the kids dont' seem to mind. So... I'm good.
-I love our friends, schools, and ward here. I am grateful everyday for all that we have. And I'm grateful for you Blog, even though I neglect you.
-All in all, I love what is happening here in the Cain home.
Loves.
-Cicely
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Prego Log baby #3
Week 4: I'm pregnant! And I haven't told anyone. Including Dave. He is out of town and I was hoping to surprise him with a big banner or something, but I'm not super good at keeping secrets...
It took 6 months, but those 6 months really helped me prepare myself for pregnancy and make sure that we were doing the right thing. I'm due April 10th! I'm so excited!!!!
Week 5: I'm pregnant! And I feel so good! Maybe this time I won't be sick!!!! It will be a med school miracle! Especially since we aren't telling anyone until we get to Utah in Sept.
Week 6: I'm pregnant! And feeling it. Today was my first encounter with the toilet- I had been holding back the puke all day and then I finally did to relieve myself and... it didn't work. I still feel like my insides want to be my outsides. My poor kids have literally been watching TV all day.
Oh, man. Lets hope I don't have to have IVs this time. I want my Mommy. I'm sooooo grateful for my Shaker friends. I would be lost without them.
Week 7: I'm pregnant and I want to die. Was it this bad the last two times? I'm adopting my fourth. No joke. I just started puking and I have an honest fear of food. I'm worried that the combo of those two things means IVs in the near future. Dave just left for a month long rotation in Erie. I'll see him on the weekends- which means I will be crying every weekday. Oh, and I woke Miles up by puking last night. Awesome.
Week 8: I'm pregnant with a baby! I saw him today. He is strong and healthy and alone in there. I was sort of hoping he would have a friend to play with, but it looks like it's just me and him. I'm not sure it's a boy, of course, but I'm pretty sure it's a boy. or a girl. Seeing him for the first time and watching his little heart flutter gave me hope and a better perspective about having this little person in me. I'm going to be sick- that is for sure, but I'm also going to be happy to share my life with another little person for the rest of my life. Can't wait to meet you!
Week 9: IV fluids. Why do I suck so bad at being pregnant?
Week 10: Improving on the puke scale, but still not feeling great. I miss the crap out of Dave and my Mom.
Week 11: This week we are going to Utah and get to announce to the families! I CAN NOT WAIT! Too bad Mama Suite is out of town until Sunday night. She and my Dad will undoubtably be the last to know. I can't believe I actually kept this kind of a secret from them. Utah here we come!
Week 12: Utah brings celebration and help. Did I mention how much I missed my mom? I heart family. And naps. And baby #3. We just decided we aren't going to find out what the sex is. Super excited!
Love you.
It took 6 months, but those 6 months really helped me prepare myself for pregnancy and make sure that we were doing the right thing. I'm due April 10th! I'm so excited!!!!
Week 5: I'm pregnant! And I feel so good! Maybe this time I won't be sick!!!! It will be a med school miracle! Especially since we aren't telling anyone until we get to Utah in Sept.
Week 6: I'm pregnant! And feeling it. Today was my first encounter with the toilet- I had been holding back the puke all day and then I finally did to relieve myself and... it didn't work. I still feel like my insides want to be my outsides. My poor kids have literally been watching TV all day.
Oh, man. Lets hope I don't have to have IVs this time. I want my Mommy. I'm sooooo grateful for my Shaker friends. I would be lost without them.
Week 7: I'm pregnant and I want to die. Was it this bad the last two times? I'm adopting my fourth. No joke. I just started puking and I have an honest fear of food. I'm worried that the combo of those two things means IVs in the near future. Dave just left for a month long rotation in Erie. I'll see him on the weekends- which means I will be crying every weekday. Oh, and I woke Miles up by puking last night. Awesome.
Week 8: I'm pregnant with a baby! I saw him today. He is strong and healthy and alone in there. I was sort of hoping he would have a friend to play with, but it looks like it's just me and him. I'm not sure it's a boy, of course, but I'm pretty sure it's a boy. or a girl. Seeing him for the first time and watching his little heart flutter gave me hope and a better perspective about having this little person in me. I'm going to be sick- that is for sure, but I'm also going to be happy to share my life with another little person for the rest of my life. Can't wait to meet you!
Week 9: IV fluids. Why do I suck so bad at being pregnant?
Week 10: Improving on the puke scale, but still not feeling great. I miss the crap out of Dave and my Mom.
Week 11: This week we are going to Utah and get to announce to the families! I CAN NOT WAIT! Too bad Mama Suite is out of town until Sunday night. She and my Dad will undoubtably be the last to know. I can't believe I actually kept this kind of a secret from them. Utah here we come!
Week 12: Utah brings celebration and help. Did I mention how much I missed my mom? I heart family. And naps. And baby #3. We just decided we aren't going to find out what the sex is. Super excited!
Love you.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Are you asking for a challenge?!
If you don't know what I'm talking about, click here.
Miles loves to "battle." I'm not into it. Apparently Dave is- and I'm okay with that.
Just look at how much fun my kids are having:
Miles loves to "battle." I'm not into it. Apparently Dave is- and I'm okay with that.
Just look at how much fun my kids are having:
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Faye's Birthday!!!
We had such a fun time at Faye's 2nd birthday party. Of course, it was in December of 2010, but still... it was pretty amazing.
We had a baking themed birthday for Faye. First we had the kids decorate their own little cakes.
Then they each made their own little pizzas and put them in the oven.
I think Faye did a pretty freaking awesome job on her pizza.
Here is Dave handing me an invisible tray.
Then it was cupcake-inata* time.
It must have been dance party time. That is one of Faye's awesome shoulder dance moves.
Present time!!!
Hugs for Andersen!
And then- Faye's dreams came true...
I think it was pretty successful. Thanks to all of Faye's special little friends!
See you in 6 months!
*My niece and nephew at Cinco De Mayo.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sick. In almost every sense of the word.
I'm sick.
And Faye is too.
And so is this post- so don't read it if you don't want to hear about puke.
I think it is going around, but most of the cases last <24 hrs. And I am on day three.
Faye has had a fever since Sunday afternoon (Sorry nursery. I had no idea.) and has been Les Miserables ever since. Last night, just as Dave and I made the switch of sleeping with her in our bed- she started moaning and crying and then BLAM --spoiler alert-- she puked spoiled chocolate milk all over the bed. As I picked her up to rush her to the bathroom, she puked again.
There was a continuous line of pukies from the wrong side of the bed, to the hamper, to the big puddle (where I stopped at one point because I was frantic) to the bathroom- which, incidentally, was the only place she didn't throw up, but did manage to get pieces of it on the floor, toilet, wall, bath tub and towels. Super awesome.
Why am I telling you this? Because I wanted to tell you how amazing the clean-up crew was.
Dave is always on puke clean-up duty. I always take the kids in the shower and lay there with them until he finishes the clean-up. Everytime. I couldn't do it. I don't love puke. Not that he does, but he cleans it up with much less anxiety than I do.
Even his hints of Puke Pile-izations are pretty subtle:
"Hey. Next time, maybe you could just stay in one spot rather than have (and this he did as if Rambo was firing heavy artillery) Faye spray puke all over the room.
So, long gross story short: I love you, Janitor Dave.
ps. Faye is still sick with a fever and severely angry, but -thank goodness- asleep currently. Poor kid.
And Faye is too.
And so is this post- so don't read it if you don't want to hear about puke.
I think it is going around, but most of the cases last <24 hrs. And I am on day three.
Faye has had a fever since Sunday afternoon (Sorry nursery. I had no idea.) and has been Les Miserables ever since. Last night, just as Dave and I made the switch of sleeping with her in our bed- she started moaning and crying and then BLAM --spoiler alert-- she puked spoiled chocolate milk all over the bed. As I picked her up to rush her to the bathroom, she puked again.
There was a continuous line of pukies from the wrong side of the bed, to the hamper, to the big puddle (where I stopped at one point because I was frantic) to the bathroom- which, incidentally, was the only place she didn't throw up, but did manage to get pieces of it on the floor, toilet, wall, bath tub and towels. Super awesome.
Why am I telling you this? Because I wanted to tell you how amazing the clean-up crew was.
Dave is always on puke clean-up duty. I always take the kids in the shower and lay there with them until he finishes the clean-up. Everytime. I couldn't do it. I don't love puke. Not that he does, but he cleans it up with much less anxiety than I do.
Even his hints of Puke Pile-izations are pretty subtle:
"Hey. Next time, maybe you could just stay in one spot rather than have (and this he did as if Rambo was firing heavy artillery) Faye spray puke all over the room.
So, long gross story short: I love you, Janitor Dave.
ps. Faye is still sick with a fever and severely angry, but -thank goodness- asleep currently. Poor kid.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
He's gone.
This is the first of many months without Dave this year.
Last week was sunny and lovely and outsidey and busy. I did okay. I missed him after the kids went to bed, but the week went by pretty quick.
This week is rainy and wet and boring. I'm not doing well. This 4 days has felt more like 4 weeks for realsies. And he is on call this weekend which means he will most likely not be coming home then.
Did I mention he left his phone here?
An email a day is not sufficient in my book.
Luckilly, my dear friend ReAnn is having a baby today(!!!) and I get to watch her kids which means that maybe my kids (and I) won't be so bored.
ps. I know I'm not an army wife and I shouldn't be complaining, but I am probably not going to stop any time soon.
Love you, Dave.
-Cicely
Last week was sunny and lovely and outsidey and busy. I did okay. I missed him after the kids went to bed, but the week went by pretty quick.
This week is rainy and wet and boring. I'm not doing well. This 4 days has felt more like 4 weeks for realsies. And he is on call this weekend which means he will most likely not be coming home then.
Did I mention he left his phone here?
An email a day is not sufficient in my book.
Luckilly, my dear friend ReAnn is having a baby today(!!!) and I get to watch her kids which means that maybe my kids (and I) won't be so bored.
ps. I know I'm not an army wife and I shouldn't be complaining, but I am probably not going to stop any time soon.
Love you, Dave.
-Cicely
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
100 Things to Do in Cleveland and Beyond: Activity 25
Activity 25: Country Lights at Lake Metroparks Farmpark
Ok. This is seriously one of my favorite things we have done since we moved here. Lake Farm Park transforms into Santa's Workshop and the kids LOVED it. Here, let me show you.
Here we are waiting to enter Santa's Workshop. Often Faye gets compared to Little Cindy Lou Who. So it was really exciting to see the two of them together. At least it was exciting for me- not so much Faye.
Once inside, the kids got to pick out the toy they wanted to make in the workshop. Miles picked a jet plane and Faye picked a rocking horse. They got to sand, hammer and glue their projects. It was so fun for them.
And right in the middle of working on the toys- Miles' elf excused herself, put on a microphone, climbed some scaffolding and lead everyone in the shop in a funky fresh dance. Watching Miles' confused, but enjoyable dancing in this video is worth your time.
Then it was time to paint. Both of the kids went to work. They felt so good about their toys after they built and painted them all by themselves. We were pretty proud of them too.
Once the toys were completed, we got to take a horse drawn sleigh(ish) to see millions of twinkling lights in all shapes and colors. So fun. I couldn't waste my time taking pictures, so i just captured Miles as we were going through a rainbow tunnel.
And last (and probably least) we met Santa. Faye wasn't into it. I'm amazed that Miles sat next to him. Santas that aren't cartoons creep me out. But, alas, here we are.
I had to put this in. Even with all the other amazing things we did- this was truly one of the highlights of the evening for Dave and I.
Loves for Christmas in May.
-Cicely
Ok. This is seriously one of my favorite things we have done since we moved here. Lake Farm Park transforms into Santa's Workshop and the kids LOVED it. Here, let me show you.
Here we are waiting to enter Santa's Workshop. Often Faye gets compared to Little Cindy Lou Who. So it was really exciting to see the two of them together. At least it was exciting for me- not so much Faye.
Once inside, the kids got to pick out the toy they wanted to make in the workshop. Miles picked a jet plane and Faye picked a rocking horse. They got to sand, hammer and glue their projects. It was so fun for them.
And right in the middle of working on the toys- Miles' elf excused herself, put on a microphone, climbed some scaffolding and lead everyone in the shop in a funky fresh dance. Watching Miles' confused, but enjoyable dancing in this video is worth your time.
Then it was time to paint. Both of the kids went to work. They felt so good about their toys after they built and painted them all by themselves. We were pretty proud of them too.
Once the toys were completed, we got to take a horse drawn sleigh(ish) to see millions of twinkling lights in all shapes and colors. So fun. I couldn't waste my time taking pictures, so i just captured Miles as we were going through a rainbow tunnel.
And last (and probably least) we met Santa. Faye wasn't into it. I'm amazed that Miles sat next to him. Santas that aren't cartoons creep me out. But, alas, here we are.
I had to put this in. Even with all the other amazing things we did- this was truly one of the highlights of the evening for Dave and I.
Loves for Christmas in May.
-Cicely
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Happy Birthday Dave!
...Last November.
(This may be annoying that I'm posting now about what happened 6 months ago, but if I don't do this- I will regret it forever.)
As always, we had an amazing birthday party for Dave. And by amazing- I mean not amazing. Sorry. Your 30th will blow your mind with awesomeness.
(This may be annoying that I'm posting now about what happened 6 months ago, but if I don't do this- I will regret it forever.)
As always, we had an amazing birthday party for Dave. And by amazing- I mean not amazing. Sorry. Your 30th will blow your mind with awesomeness.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Peter Parver Pumpkin Carver.
Pumpkin carving at our house is an annual event full of magic and wonder. Okay, it's not that awesome, but we do look forward to it every year. And this year- the whole family got involved. Well, at least for a few minutes.
Dave, if you didn't know, is quite the artist and his pumpkin carvings are always amazing. I am always a few years behind him in technique. This year he did something totally different...
This is what he carved. I know. It's amazing.
And this is mine. I know it's not as cool as Sir Pumpkin Master Cain, but I was pretty proud of it.
Happy Halloween!
(I just wanted to be the first to say it for 2011)
Dave, if you didn't know, is quite the artist and his pumpkin carvings are always amazing. I am always a few years behind him in technique. This year he did something totally different...
This is what he carved. I know. It's amazing.
And this is mine. I know it's not as cool as Sir Pumpkin Master Cain, but I was pretty proud of it.
Happy Halloween!
(I just wanted to be the first to say it for 2011)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Miles is four! And has been for some time. Both of my kids have graduated in age and I have yet to post the pictures of their fabulous birthday parties. Since Miles' birthday was in October- I guess I had better start with his:
This is what we did on Miles' actual birth day. This, like Cedar Point, is a drive from Cleveland. But, like Cedar Point, it is very worth the drive. So, I'm counting this as my #21 Things to do in Cleveland and Beyond.
So... with that:
Activity #21- Port Farms.
Located near Erie, in Waterford, Pennsylvania this is easily one of my favorite places in all the world. There are SO MANY fun things to do at this place. You could easily go for a day trip and enjoy your time there the whole day. I took many pictures and only captured about 1/2 of what we actually did. This fabulous Fall find is only open for your enjoyment mid-Sept thru October. Since Miles' birthday is at the beginning of October- we use his birthday as an excuse to go. For more info- click here.
We will start you off with our favorite part of Port Farms:
As you can see- we had a blast and the kids had a blast. We can't wait for Miles' next birthday. Well, yes we can. But, when it comes- we will defenitely be enjoying it at Port Farms.
This is what we did on Miles' actual birth day. This, like Cedar Point, is a drive from Cleveland. But, like Cedar Point, it is very worth the drive. So, I'm counting this as my #21 Things to do in Cleveland and Beyond.
So... with that:
Activity #21- Port Farms.
Located near Erie, in Waterford, Pennsylvania this is easily one of my favorite places in all the world. There are SO MANY fun things to do at this place. You could easily go for a day trip and enjoy your time there the whole day. I took many pictures and only captured about 1/2 of what we actually did. This fabulous Fall find is only open for your enjoyment mid-Sept thru October. Since Miles' birthday is at the beginning of October- we use his birthday as an excuse to go. For more info- click here.
We will start you off with our favorite part of Port Farms:
As you can see- we had a blast and the kids had a blast. We can't wait for Miles' next birthday. Well, yes we can. But, when it comes- we will defenitely be enjoying it at Port Farms.
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