Don't mind the outfit, she loves to run around in her "white dress," as she calls it, as much as we'll let her!
Happy almost Friday!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Quick Takes
My mind is all over the place today, so the easiest way for me to post today is for some quick takes.
1. Dear Baby, please stay put for a few more days {preferably a few more weeks}as your Daddy is on his last business trip until you're born, through Friday evening. Keep on growing those lungs. If you don't mind, I'd appreciate a smaller head than your sister, Sally. Thanks so much! We can't wait to meet you in a few short weeks! xoxo, your mommy
2. Reid had a successful Deer hunting weekend last weekend. He shot a 6-pointer
3. Thank you to all of Reid's cousins who kept Sally so entertained during the visitation and funeral. She LOVED running around with all of the kids. Especially the girls, so she could play with their "beautiful hair." Here are some pictures of Sally with "The pretty girl, Kaylee." I apologize for not getting more pictures of Sally with some of her other favorites!
4. Lastly, Sally turned 2 1/2 yesterday! She sure has been acting like it ;-)I have yet to do the monthly recording of her name and age. I was also thinking of writing her "birth story," as I didn't start the blog until a few months after she was born, so it isn't documented. It might be a while...remember, I'm the one with the math brain...not the writer.
5. Pizza party at our house tonight with the Lindberg Ladies!
1. Dear Baby, please stay put for a few more days {preferably a few more weeks}as your Daddy is on his last business trip until you're born, through Friday evening. Keep on growing those lungs. If you don't mind, I'd appreciate a smaller head than your sister, Sally. Thanks so much! We can't wait to meet you in a few short weeks! xoxo, your mommy
2. Reid had a successful Deer hunting weekend last weekend. He shot a 6-pointer
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| sorry for those of you with weak stomachs... |
4. Lastly, Sally turned 2 1/2 yesterday! She sure has been acting like it ;-)I have yet to do the monthly recording of her name and age. I was also thinking of writing her "birth story," as I didn't start the blog until a few months after she was born, so it isn't documented. It might be a while...remember, I'm the one with the math brain...not the writer.
5. Pizza party at our house tonight with the Lindberg Ladies!
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Circle of Life
This weekend was filled will lots of family, faith and love. It was great to hear the many stories of Reid's grandpa and to see his legacy still continuing on in his children and grandchildren. My oh my are there a lot of them, something like 46 first cousins!! :)
I'll share with you a great photo of Grandpa Gene, as well as a wonderful poem that was read by one of the grandchildren.
Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK.
He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him.
“Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down.
No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Grandpa smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child my Mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to war.
They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my Parents and Spouse and walked my Daughter down the aisle. Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friend's foot.
They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw.
And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.
And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again.
I remember the day God reached out and took my Grandpa's hands to lead him home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife I think of Grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
As we celebrated the life of one very dear man, Eugene Joerger. We also welcomed the life of little Reice Ann Craigmile! November 6, 2011 at 12:48am. 7lbs 15 ounces, 20.75 inches long.
We can't wait to meet her and give her lots of love!
I'll share with you a great photo of Grandpa Gene, as well as a wonderful poem that was read by one of the grandchildren.
Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK.
He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him.
“Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down.
No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Grandpa smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child my Mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to war.
They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried my Parents and Spouse and walked my Daughter down the aisle. Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friend's foot.
They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw.
And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.
And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again.
I remember the day God reached out and took my Grandpa's hands to lead him home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and wife I think of Grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
As we celebrated the life of one very dear man, Eugene Joerger. We also welcomed the life of little Reice Ann Craigmile! November 6, 2011 at 12:48am. 7lbs 15 ounces, 20.75 inches long.
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| The newest little princess! |
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| Proud big brother, Cannon |
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| Happy Daddy! |
Friday, November 4, 2011
Helping Daddy
Helping Daddy with the leaves before he heads North for Deer Hunting!
I had the luxury of going to Target by myself last night. Reid and Sally had swimming. I made my way to the baby section and bought our first of many, big box of diapers for the new baby. Not sure if this little task is what had me up early this morning, nervously wondering what labor will be like this time around.
I never really got nervous for my first experience with labor. I didn't really know what to expect, and I was told to have an open mind because you never know what could happen. I also didn't think I would go 8 days early, so it took us a little by surprise. However, this time, I know. I know what it feels like and a little more of what to expect.
We had a regular check up today. I loved our appointment today. All three of us went. The midwife we saw was extra thoughtful with Sally. She let her hold the doppler all on her own to find the heartbeat. The look on Sally's face when she found the heartbeat was one I'll never forget! Tears were rolling down my cheeks of course. This was kind of the last regular check up. The rest from here on out will be checking and prepping for delivery! We can do it, we can do it, we can do it :)
Sally may be welcoming a new cousin this weekend. Regan is being induced Saturday night!!
Happy Weekend. Be safe all you hunters of deer! We'll be back on Tuesday for a recap of the weekend!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Extra Morning Prayers
Sally said some extra morning prayers this morning with her special friends:
Sally's Great Grandpa died yesterday {Reid's Grandpa, his mom's dad}. He lived a wonderful life and raised a beautiful family which we are very grateful to be a part of. The children and grandchildren will be celebrating Grandpa Gene as they all get together for their annual Deer Hunting weekend. The celebration of his life and accomplishments will continue into Sunday evening for the visitation and Monday morning for the funeral.
Extra special prayers for the Joerger Family! xoxo
Sally's Great Grandpa died yesterday {Reid's Grandpa, his mom's dad}. He lived a wonderful life and raised a beautiful family which we are very grateful to be a part of. The children and grandchildren will be celebrating Grandpa Gene as they all get together for their annual Deer Hunting weekend. The celebration of his life and accomplishments will continue into Sunday evening for the visitation and Monday morning for the funeral.
Extra special prayers for the Joerger Family! xoxo
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Collecting Leaves
Every time I remember it's November, I get butterflies. This baby is really coming, we're beyond excited!!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Gopher Cheerleader
Sally had a great time trick-or-treating last night. Mommy had a great time digging through her candy after she went to bed :)
Happy All Saint's Day out there!
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| Getting her Pom Poms just right |
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| Spinning to show off her dress... |
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| skirt is getting a little short there, girlfriend |
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| Showing off her blush and lip gloss |
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| Finally, a great day to be a gopher fan ;) |
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| Trick-or-Treat! |
Happy All Saint's Day out there!
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