'Ick Days

"Lindsey, I 'ick"

Those were the first words out of Trey's mouth this morning, followed by other stuff, but do we really need to go there?

Poor kid.

You know it is bad when the two-year old with the most energy looks like this all day:


As they say....when it rains it pours!

Madison Sunset

The poetry of the earth is never dead. --John Keats

New Arrival

Here is the newest member of our "little" family!



She's three and a half months old.
Her name is Rosy.
She is the sister of Micah and Trey.

Someone told me yesterday that when my time comes I am going to be the coolest mother ever.

That made my day. Or week. Or month. Or year.

Here Fishy Fishy

New Hampshire on a gorgeous, sunny, winter afternoon. Got to love it!
One of the best ways to spend a Sunday afternoon? Ice fishing, of course!

Step by step guide:

#1, Drive your truck out onto the lake. You may also consider bringing your snowmobile, bob house, camper, etc. Whatever, uh, floats, your boat...figuratively of course!


#2, Set your traps. Now this may look and sound easy, but don't let it fool you. One must first use an auger to drill a very, very deep hole into the chosen and blessed small section of ice.


#3, Bait your trap with these little guys. Aren't they cute???


#4, Now the fun part...waiting around for your flags to pop up off your traps! You have to go back and check your traps every once in a while because fish can be very sneaky...they can get away with the bait without you even knowing...very sneaky, indeed. The dads usually get tagged with the responsibility of checking the traps, 'cause really, the kids are having way too much fun sliding on the ice!



#5, Enjoy the view!



#6, Your flag finally pops! Pull up your fish and hope it is a winner and not a bait-sized one...The small ones get used to bait bigger fish, sounds like a raw deal to me! Looks like Kloey got lucky!


#7, Pack your fish in snow to make him comfortable. Hope that he is big enough at 11" to place in the derby that you're fishing in.


#8, Be a good enough sport to let your big sister pester you about photos for her blog.

#9, Be home by dark. Mom's orders!

Heels, or butts as they have come to be known!

This is what I looked at all day long:


And you know what?

I loved EVERY minute of it.

It was the perfect warm, wintry day for horse-drawn wagon rides through downtown Tamworth.

I think that the 200+ people who I gave rides to thought so as well.



Lady and Brandi were so good. They didn't even complain about me getting their "good" side!

To The Little Girl

To the Little Girl who has already left her small hand print on my life,

May you know that you are loved by many and cared for by the best, no matter where you are.

May you be forever comforted by the fact that you were always wanted and never discarded.

May you grow and blossom into the beautiful girl you were created to be.

May you come to understand that you have two big brothers who love their "baby" like no other.

May you realize that even if we are not allowed the privilege to share life together, you will be prayed for...everyday.

May you be fortunate enough to know that you have Trey's nose and Micah's eyes.

May you learn that loving and being loved are two of the greatest joys on earth.

May you know that the first time I held you was when I decided I would love you forever, no matter what.