A Perry Tale

Monday, April 4, 2011

The ducky outfit.

This is five week old Lucas in a ducky outfit.

This is nine week old Hannah in the same ducky outfit.

I don't think anyone will probably confuse their baby pictures.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

My sweet baby girl, you've just fallen asleep in my arms. I could watch you sleep for hours. So peaceful. Your little expressions make me wonder what you are dreaming of. The curl of your lips to smile, the twitch in your eye, the way your hands lay so gracefully on your little chest...rising...falling...

I know what I dream for you... I want you to be a wonderfully confident, intelligent, funny, responsible young woman. I don't know what success will look like for you, but I want you to follow your heart and have passion for life. I want you to be proud of what you accomplish. I want you to learn life lessons that will benefit you, even if a few of those lessons mean heartache. I want you to find the love of your life to sweep you off your feet. I want you to know the joy and unconditional love of being a mom. I want you to have amazing friends who will always love you, support you and ground you. I want you to never, ever question how much your dad and I love you.

I sit here holding you, wishing I could cuddle you forever. I will protect you from everything I can: will love you forever and always. I pray that my dreams for you come true.

Good night, my sweet baby.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

- fail -

I failed at a lesson in independence for Lucas.

We were at church - Brent was song leader and I was in the pew with Lucas and Hannah. It was time to leave our pew and walk to the altar for communion, but Lucas was engrossed in his coloring. I tugged on his hand and he told me he wanted to color. I told him that Hannah and I would be right back. I again asked him to come with and he insisted he stay and color. Our church would definitely not be considered huge but every five steps or so I would turn around and see the top of his head. I was rounding the corner to return to our pew when I heard this awful, terrified, sad cry. Guess who it was? I rushed back to the pew and scooped up Lucas with one arm (Hannah was in the other). I began whispering I'm sorry. Mommy didn't leave you. You wanted to color. I told you I'd be right back. I'm sorry. This was no silent cry. Everyone around us kept giving the sympathetic look like, poor Lucas.

I must admit that I thought it was a tiny bit funny, after all he DID tell me he wanted to stay and color.

From Brent's post at the front of the church I could see him giving me the look of why did you do that?!?!

I learned the lesson that Lucas is not ready to be left by himself in the church pew.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Uncle Brian gives a bath

Last week, Uncle Brian came over for dinner. By walking through the door to our house he is obligated to wrestle with Lucas, as well as play the role of bucking bronco. These are unspoken rules. When I announced it was bath time on this particular night, Lucas wanted Uncle Brian to give him his bath. Knowing this was new territory for Brian, I asked him if he wanted to. He kindly agreed.

I ran the bath water and got Lucas in the tub. He was excited to show Uncle Brian all of his bath toys. From the living room I heard a few "how do I do that?" from Brian. When it was time to stop playing and wash, I heard Brian tell Lucas that he has to get clean so the girls don't think he is stinky. {very valuable advice!} I also heard Lucas singing a rendition of "Shake My Body" (which I haven't heard during bath time before).

Uncle Brian is a good sport!

Friday, March 25, 2011

beach babe

We aren't going to the beach, or even the pool, anytime soon. However, it is fun to think about the summer sunshine ahead of us, so we had a little swimsuit photo shoot.