These are probably the first and last soccer pictures you will see of Gracie. She is very fast, but if you have no desire to get from point "A" to point "B", it doesn't really matter how fast you are! Even Coach Dad couldn't raise a competative spirit in her. Notice the boquet of flowers in her hand as she plays goalie.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The King and His Royal Court
Last month we attended Gabe's monthly soup and bread night at his school. This month, they were celebrating the epiphany (Jan. 6), when the kings reached the baby Jesus. They had a "King's Cake" as part of the celebration. I learned about these cakes last year and found it funny and odd that a tiny baby Jesus is hidden in the cake. Whoever gets the piece with baby Jesus is the king for the day. Well, as you can see, Mark was the lucky winner! He recieved a crown and a lot of respect for the rest of the day.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Spring
We had a crazy Spring Break, but still nice to have time off. Gracie and I surprised mom in Idaho, but she got the stomach flu and was deathly ill half the time. Mark stayed home with the boys, until his parents got 4 feet of water in their basement. Then they drove to Iowa to help. We were all reunited by Easter.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Garrison's 2nd birthday
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Gabe's theatrical debut



You have those moments when your children, who you have always thought were amazing, do something incredible you never expected. Gabe can be such a shy child, and to my knowledge has never wanted to be in front of a crowd. At preschool, they were putting on a play, Stone Soup. We were excited to see it, and knew even if Gabe refused to go on stage it would be very cute. What we didn't realize was that he had one of the main roles. He sang and acted and was quite a little ham. Mark and I kept looking at each other in shock. We really have to thank Mrs. Scholl (or super-teacher as we refer to her). Only she could have brought this out in him! I wish you all could have been there!
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