Our very Full House: Past pictures

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Monday, April 5, 2010

Through the years

Since Ethan was born, our family has taken a picture every year on Easter morning at church.

Most people know my affinity for matching the boys. It is getting harder and harder to do that, now that Colin and Cameron are growing and into the bigger sizes, but we still manage on some things--like coats, jackets, and occasionally shirts! Easter is no exception.

I love (love love) to coordinate our outfits on Easter!

~~I am kind of a Nazi about it.~~
~~I get all worked up over it.~~
~~I shop and shop and shop and shop to find the right things.~~
~~I drive Shane absolutely semi-crazy in the process.~~

Suffice it to say that I get really excited about this process! Not just for the boys' outfits, but for Shane's, and mine, and now Lolee girl's, too.

Especially Lolee girl's. *grin*

Oh, and notice I said, coordinate--it would be impossible to match, but I love to at least aim for the same color family every year! It's made for some great family shots. I thought it would be fun to take a look back over the last four years. . . .

. . . . aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand now I'm sobbing.

2007
Cameron, 17 months; Colin: 3 years; Ethan, 2 months

2008
Colin, 4 years; Cameron, 2 years; Ethan, 14 months

2009

Ethan, 2 years; Colin, 5 years; Cameron, 3 years

2010
{My favorite picture--for so many reasons!}
Cameron, 4 years; Lola Claire, 2 months;
Colin, 6 years; Ethan, 3 years
{Oh yeah: and Shane--handsome as ever}

{My, how time does fly. . . .}

Thursday, October 29, 2009

That's MY paci. MINE.

I have wanted to post this particular series of photos forever.

Yet, I never have.

Mostly it's because ~~I'm lazy~~ I didn't want to have to take the pictures out of the frame they are in in my bedroom and scan them to my computer. It always seemed like so much work.

And bending those thingys that keep the backing attached to the wooden frame always hurts my fingers.

However, I overcame all that today and thought, "I'm gonna do it anyway."

It apparently just wasn't meant to be. After bending 12 of those thingys back and tearing my delicate fingers to shreds while I was at it; and please, don't even say to me "Why don't you just go and get a flat head screwdriver to lift those up?" because the screwdriver is all the way in the kitchen drawer, and I'm waaaaaay too lazy to walk all the way down there.... I was finally inside the frame.

I peeled off the backing, went to take the pictures out to scan and, much to my dismay, the top photo was stuck to the glass by some unknown sticky substance. When I tried to pull, the picture was pulling away from the paper backing, and I ~~was starting to downright panic at the thought of destroying one of my favorite series of photos ever just for the sake of putting it on my blog~~ decided that I would just do the old fashioned thing: leave the pictures in the frame, and take a picture of a picture.

The quality's terrible, but I'm trudging forth anyway. They're still the cutest ever. E-ver.

When Colin was a year old, we decided not to carve pumpkins, but rather to paint some, and decorate our porch that way. I did up one for each of us, as you can see below.

{Sorry for the glare--nothing I could do about that.}
Each pumpkin was personalized with one piece other than paint. Shane's had a
Cubs hat; I had a 'bow' in my hair; and Colin's had, in it's mouth, a prized
possession--one of Colin's actual pacifiers.
I sat him down on our front porch bench one afternoon
for what I thought would be a cute photo opportunity.

Daddy Pumpkin, Mommy Pumpkin, and Colin Pumpkin with Colin at almost one-year old

Now, let me say here that Colin was a paci child. He was addicted until just before age two.
Once he noticed what was going on on that bench, the following transpired.

Colin's grin disappeared....he got a funny look on his face....and then....

.....he took back what was rightfully his, leaving Pumpkin Colin pacifier-free.

I wonder how that pacifier tasted to him that day? *blech*

I'm so thankful to this day that I managed to catch something so cute on camera--I still smile every time I look at these pictures, and my mind takes me back to that afternoon on the porch!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The first of what will probably be a slew of birthday posts

Last year, Ethan totally got jipped on his birthday.

(Is that how you spell that? Jipped? Gipped? Spell check offered me kipped, hipped, copped, cupped, and japed.

Once again, I digress. Back to last January.)

Ethan had bronchitis on his first birthday, so we had to cancel his party. *Poor 3rd child. Mommy never rescheduled....*

However, my sweet mother-in-law, on our family vacation in Wisconsin last June, decided that we were going to make birthday cupcakes and we were going to have an 18-month birthday party for Ethan. "What a great idea," I thought.

So, we donned hats, and started singing "Happy Birthday" to my sweet baby.

And, this is what he did:

I thought maybe it was the hat, so I took it off.

Nope.

Even cake didn't cheer him up.

I'm not sure why, but, at the sound of the Happy Birthday song, my son started having a slow meltdown. He really never recovered. I had to *force* the cake down him in order to get pictures of him eating cake. I thought it was a fluke.

Until this year.

Same song.

Same reaction.

(It's Cameron, by the way, who is the unseen blower-outer of the birthday candles *grin*.)

The cake worked this year, though! Ethan perked right up after the video, when I placed a giant piece in front of him and let him go at it....but I thought it was funny that he reacted this way to this song twice. (Three times, if you count his 'almost-cry' in church Sunday morning when they sang to him in Sunday School.)

Even though it wasn't the reaction I thought he would have, it was pretty cute. And it makes for a good story and a great video!