Tuesday, November 29, 2011

At my own pace

The lows are low but the highs are higher. Yesterday, it crossed my mind that Fiona is going on 16 months. And Down syndrome stung for a second. Because she is going on 16 months and she isn't crawling yet. As much as that really doesn't matter, it does. As much as I look at that glass half full, occasionally, that glass looks pretty damn empty to me. But then today, she crawled. And the high that I am on now is soo worth that low.


She didn't get a chance to get too far because I scared her half to death with my scream of joy. And then we both laughed and bounced, her- arms flapping and butt bouncing because mommy was happy, me- clapping and jumping because I was so proud. Proud of my little girl who has worked so hard to do what came so naturally for you and me. It amazes me to watch her do things that we practiced and practiced and practiced for months. The look on her face that says, "What? O ya, I can do this now, mom". Picking up beans and feeding my self? No problem. Taking toys out of baskets and putting them back in? Got that down. Flipping pages in a book? I love books! O ya, and surprise, mom, I finally figured out this crawling thing!





I got my Christmas wish a little early. Time to baby proof the house!

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Mixture

I am not sure if the wonder of spending a November day at the beach will ever wear off. While it demands for a little more effort to make the holidays feel familiar, it allows for freedom that snow, cold and gray takes away. Instead of snow men, we build sand castles. We substitute snow angels for sand angels. And we dig our toes into cool sand verses bundling them up from ice.

















I love how Breiden's bathing suit tag covers his little but crack from showing, or how Gavin's idea of the perfect beach outfit was a hockey jersey, swim trunks and tennis shoes with no socks. I love how Fiona loves the sand. I love that the majority of my kids memories with my family involves the beach. And I love that pictures like these consume our photos.

But there is no denying that the holiday feel doesn't come naturally down here. Lucky for my kids, I love a good challenge. And lucky for me, I have had a few years to perfect and add on to what traditions I want for our family before my kids start remembering holiday memories. Things such as picking out the perfect tree from the tent at Lowes. Decorating the tree with me and hanging lights outside with Dad. Baking Christmas sugar cookies using my childhood friend's mom's recipe. Going for late night neighborhood walks to look for lights. And this years new tradition, Ryan the Elf. The Elf on the Shelf has arrived at the Blaeske home. I love you, my little magic elf that keeps my kids in line.


The whole process of turning our house festive for Christmas, decorating, rearranging, crafting, is the kick off. Its the first time the Christmas station gets turned on, the holiday books get pulled out and I get the itch for some Frosty, or Rudolf, or Santa Clause is Coming to Town to be playing on our TV. The Little Drummer Boy is the boys favorite right now.

 It was a nice twist to have my sister here with us to pick out our tree this year. Normally, she is just here to enjoy it in its glory- lighted, decorated, and surrounded by gifts. This year, well miss her as she is in Mexico for Christmas, but we got to enjoy her being here for this. 








Unfortunately, we had to say our good byes from there. So Shel, here is what you missed.












 Fiona puckers for kisses now. Well, depending on her mood, sometime she puckers, sometime you get an open mouth, and other times she just leans in. The pucker is my favorite.

Now, the season is here. Even if it doesn't feel or look like it outside, my house is filled with the smell of pine and lighted with the glow of the Christmas lights, and that sure feels like Christmas to me.







Friday, November 25, 2011

First race and the non-traditional tradition

Gobble Gobble, I finally followed through with my Thanksgiving run (6 years late). 39.29 for a 4.2 miler, not an impressive time compared to competitive runners, I am just proud of my self for running the entire thing. A big thank you to my sweet family and little sis who got up early to cheer me on. We got to enjoy some interesting characters along my way.




High on endorphins, and lots of coffee, we enjoyed Thanksgiving how it is meant to be enjoyed- with people you love. I am so thankful for our friends who have become family away from family. Especially these amazing friends who share our love for kids, crafts, small details, sports and good food. Their beautiful southwest Florida property made for quiet the dreamy set up. Thanksgiving dinner out side, under strung lights and surrounded by palm trees. Go Pack! ( okay, I am a born and raised Lions fan and I married a Packer, so it was a win no matter who won, but trust me, Packers are intense loyal fans and by marriage, I guess so am I.)



















Marco, I need a copy of the group picture :)

I continue with my Thanksgiving tradition of not having a tradition. Every year, it seems we do something different. But this one definitely made it to one of the top five bests. Enjoying one more day with my sister before yet another good bye. Some beach pictures to come...
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