PROTECTOR
TEASE
PRIESTHOOD HOLDER
SANTA CLAUSE
MARINE BIOLOGIST
PAPA
DISNEYLAND TOUR GUIDE
KITCHEN TWIRLER
All that you do, does not go unnoticed.
You are an amazing man.
Thanks for being my Daddy.
Happy Father's Day
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
PRONUNCIATION LESSONS FROM A FOUR YEAR OLD
Heather: My rock (the one she found in the yard) is very spensive.
Ewan: You don't say "spensive," it's UH-spensive!
Heather: That what I said! SPENSIVE!
Ewan: You're not saying it wight! UH-Spensive! UH-Spensive! UH-Spensive!
Heather: SPENSIVE!
Ewan: Try again! UH-Spensive!
Heather: Uh-spensive.
Ewan: Gradulations Headah, shake my hand, you can say it!
Ewan: You don't say "spensive," it's UH-spensive!
Heather: That what I said! SPENSIVE!
Ewan: You're not saying it wight! UH-Spensive! UH-Spensive! UH-Spensive!
Heather: SPENSIVE!
Ewan: Try again! UH-Spensive!
Heather: Uh-spensive.
Ewan: Gradulations Headah, shake my hand, you can say it!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
TO MY MOTHER
A little over 34 years ago, we met for the first time. After a dramatic race to the hospital (that included a speeding ticket) they pulled me from your womb via emergency C-section. You took one look at my beautiful face and vomited. Nice mom :)
My earliest memories of you often involve you singing...ballads from the radio, Scottish folk songs, primary songs. I especially remember you singing by our beds in the evening. I loved those songs, I still do. I have many memories of your softness, your tender emotions when ever you spoke of the home you left in Scotland or of your love for our Father in Heaven. I remember even as a child, being aware that there was always some degree of longing for what you had sacrificed to come to America and become the woman who would be our mother. I loved how your Scottish accent would thicken right up when you sang the songs of your childhood.
We have a history of butting heads a little bit. Coming from a culture and a time when children were "seen and not heard" I'm sure it was a shock to you how much of a challenge I was, but you were determined that I be given the voice you never had as a little girl. You allowed me freedom to think, to question, to explore and develop into the person I was meant to be.
As a child, you had dreamed that you would grow up and have a daughter who would be a figure skater. When I was little, you signed Aaron and I up for ice skating lessons. You later said that you took one look at me on the ice and let that dream go! I never had the sense that you had any vision for my life outside of me being who I was meant to be. That acceptance was what allowed me to dream my own dreams and to fallow them.
Thank goodness we made it through the teenage years...those years when pulling away from your parents is just part of the natural process of things. All the things that drove me crazy about you in those years are the things that amaze me about you now. I used to hate how you never met a stranger and would talk to anyone and everyone as if they were friends. Now I am filled with wonderment at this woman who came to the world with a gift for loving people, just because they are people, a woman who by her very nature is drawn to seek out people in need and to love them. What lucky children we were to have such a tangible example of Christlike charity in our home.
I love being a mother. I am so, so grateful for all the many things you did so very right and for your determination to forge the way for a different kind of mothering than you had ever seen. I am grateful for you place in my life today as a sounding board, confidant, counselor and cheering section. I count on our daily chats for so many reasons. I don't know how I would have made it through the challenges of my own mothering experiences with out you rooting so faithfully for my success.
Having recently welcomed a daughter into this world, I can easily imagine what must have gone through your head in the days after I was born. You must have wondered who I would grow up to be. I am certain that you felt a degree of both excitement and concern for the journey ahead that a woman can only feel for her daughter...she knows all to well the journey to womanhood.
My earliest memories of you often involve you singing...ballads from the radio, Scottish folk songs, primary songs. I especially remember you singing by our beds in the evening. I loved those songs, I still do. I have many memories of your softness, your tender emotions when ever you spoke of the home you left in Scotland or of your love for our Father in Heaven. I remember even as a child, being aware that there was always some degree of longing for what you had sacrificed to come to America and become the woman who would be our mother. I loved how your Scottish accent would thicken right up when you sang the songs of your childhood.
We have a history of butting heads a little bit. Coming from a culture and a time when children were "seen and not heard" I'm sure it was a shock to you how much of a challenge I was, but you were determined that I be given the voice you never had as a little girl. You allowed me freedom to think, to question, to explore and develop into the person I was meant to be.As a child, you had dreamed that you would grow up and have a daughter who would be a figure skater. When I was little, you signed Aaron and I up for ice skating lessons. You later said that you took one look at me on the ice and let that dream go! I never had the sense that you had any vision for my life outside of me being who I was meant to be. That acceptance was what allowed me to dream my own dreams and to fallow them.
Thank goodness we made it through the teenage years...those years when pulling away from your parents is just part of the natural process of things. All the things that drove me crazy about you in those years are the things that amaze me about you now. I used to hate how you never met a stranger and would talk to anyone and everyone as if they were friends. Now I am filled with wonderment at this woman who came to the world with a gift for loving people, just because they are people, a woman who by her very nature is drawn to seek out people in need and to love them. What lucky children we were to have such a tangible example of Christlike charity in our home.
I love being a mother. I am so, so grateful for all the many things you did so very right and for your determination to forge the way for a different kind of mothering than you had ever seen. I am grateful for you place in my life today as a sounding board, confidant, counselor and cheering section. I count on our daily chats for so many reasons. I don't know how I would have made it through the challenges of my own mothering experiences with out you rooting so faithfully for my success.
Having recently welcomed a daughter into this world, I can easily imagine what must have gone through your head in the days after I was born. You must have wondered who I would grow up to be. I am certain that you felt a degree of both excitement and concern for the journey ahead that a woman can only feel for her daughter...she knows all to well the journey to womanhood.Thank you, Mom, for being my Mother on that wonderful and rocky journey. You mean more to me than I have shown or found ways to express. I love you. Happy Mother's Day.
Rebecca
Saturday, April 4, 2009
MONTANA SNOW FUN
We cant' go to Montana this time of year and not play in the snow! We went up to a park near where my mom and live and let the kids go sledding...
Papa also brought his snow shoes...
It was a good thing, because the snow was so deep, that until I put snow shoes on, I kept taking steps and disappearing up to my thighs (kind of scary with Anne in the Baby Bjorn).
As much snow as their was, it was actually quite warm (in the 40's)...Anne started getting mad at being so bundled up, so she went in the car with Nanny
The kids and Evan had a blast going down the hills.
I came upon Heather laying in the snow with her eyes closed, catching snowflakes with her tongue...
Ewan got pretty tired climbing back up the hill each time...he would cry all the way up the hill and then ride back down, cry all the way up and ride back down...
It was fun to have one last snow adventure...but I sure am ready for spring!
CHILDREN'S MUSEUM, BOZEMAN MT
We took the kids to the Children's museum when we were in Montana...
Uncle Ben reads to Sheena
Ilima and Jonathan
Cameron had so much fun playing with old computer parts and pretending to build a Computer
Uncle Ben reads to Sheena
Ilima and Jonathan
Cameron had so much fun playing with old computer parts and pretending to build a Computer
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
WE'RE BACK!
We spent our spring break in Montana visiting my family...It was a whirlwind trip, but we had so much fun getting to play with cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles and Nanny's dog Lexie...
Aaron and Ilima's little boy, Jonathan...he was too shy to let me smooch on him as much as I wanted. It took great self control to keep my lips off his little cheeks.
Twirling with Papa in the kitchen...
My mom will kill me for putting this picture up on my blog...too bad! I love it! My poor mom is like the Energizer Bunny, going, going all the time, and when she finally does sit down, she zonks!
Papa and Anne
Ewan and Heather with Jonathan
Anne fell asleep in Aunt Holly's arms.
We decided Heather looks a lot like Uncle Ben, what do you think?
The kids had a BLAST playing with all of our old toys my mom dug out. My old Barbies were a hit. Check out the naked dude in the blue chair. Can you guess who he is? Yup. Micheal Jackson. There is something TRULY disturbing about children playing with a naked Micheal Jackson doll...
Decorating Bunny cupcakes at Aaron and Ilimas.
Heather tried on Papa's glasses and looked up so adoringly...so glad I caught this moment...
Aaron and Ilima's little boy, Jonathan...he was too shy to let me smooch on him as much as I wanted. It took great self control to keep my lips off his little cheeks.I love this picture of Aaron and Ilima's little girl, Sheena saying the blessing on the food...
Eating lunch at Aunt Holly's restaurant.
Twirling with Papa in the kitchen...
My mom will kill me for putting this picture up on my blog...too bad! I love it! My poor mom is like the Energizer Bunny, going, going all the time, and when she finally does sit down, she zonks!
Papa and Anne
Ewan and Heather with Jonathan
Anne fell asleep in Aunt Holly's arms.
We decided Heather looks a lot like Uncle Ben, what do you think?
The kids had a BLAST playing with all of our old toys my mom dug out. My old Barbies were a hit. Check out the naked dude in the blue chair. Can you guess who he is? Yup. Micheal Jackson. There is something TRULY disturbing about children playing with a naked Micheal Jackson doll...Decorating Bunny cupcakes at Aaron and Ilimas.
Heather tried on Papa's glasses and looked up so adoringly...so glad I caught this moment...
ANNIE THE POOH
Our little butter ball is Five months old...here are some recent highlights in the life of a five month old...
Her adoring brothers and sister have starting calling her Annie the Pooh...
BABY FOOD! She is still getting the hang of it. I LOVE pictures of babies with food all over their faces. I guess it's one of those things that's only cute for brief window of time in your life :)
Let the drool begin...wont' be long until those teeth appear...
On here five month birthday...
I can't stop nibbling on her. She is just delicious!
Her adoring brothers and sister have starting calling her Annie the Pooh...
BABY FOOD! She is still getting the hang of it. I LOVE pictures of babies with food all over their faces. I guess it's one of those things that's only cute for brief window of time in your life :) 
Let the drool begin...wont' be long until those teeth appear...
On here five month birthday...
I can't stop nibbling on her. She is just delicious!
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