czPB7oWEVuhcjunvOnWUhdGQaqA The Quirky Momma

Saturday, April 12, 2014

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Wordless Wednesday - My Nephew's Visit

My sister and her boys.

My grand-niece and daughter!
My middle son, Connall. 

Me and my sweet only daughter, Emma. I played around with the 'Leather' B&W effect.

There is nothing cuter than kids playing together! My little guy is in the orange and black shirt. OSU! That's Oregon State University, y'all!

My cutie patootie grand-niece with ice-cream face!
These two were born a day apart--can't believe they will turn 14 soon!
My nephews! Night and day they are.

Practicing his '1989 senior portrait' pose, right??? Hahahahaha! What a goof ball!

A friendship spanning three decades!

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Not So Wordless Wednesday 4/2/2014

This is the extend of my baby photos of Zack. A few friends were kind enough to share these photos with me digitally, which explains the so-so quality.

Man, he was cute.

What a mother feels every day of her life.

I need to remember this, and treat it like an affirmation. Every harsh word and every stink eye means I need to work harder. For him. For all of them.

Everything I adore, right there.

Who says blood is thicker than water? Not these kids.

My beautiful Emma, around age 6.

Baby's first Easter photo with a very tired Momma.

Baby Connall, age 2 1/2.

I love them more than life. I wouldn't last one day without all four of them. Sure, I might want to lock myself in a closet and cry for half a day, but I always love them. Completely. Unconditionally. Forever. 

They are my always.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

A Letter To My Son On His Birthday.

Dear Zackary,

Today you are 19. I wish I could say that I remember the day you were born, but I don't. I didn't know you the day you were born because you weren't my child then. I didn't get to see your first smile, hear your first words, see you take your first steps, take you to your first day of school or even see you off to your first school dance. I've never held you tight in my arms. I mourn the loss of those moments, but they were not mine to have.

It wasn't until you were about 14 that I have my first real memory of you. I was sitting on my sofa nursing Cullen, and I saw you run across our neighbor's yard. Man, you were tall! You also had longish hair that sort of swooped to the side. I remember thinking, "When the heck did he grow up?"

Around your 17th birthday, you got your 'illegal' tattoo! HA! Your mom was so mad at you for that! I remember standing on my front porch, her yelling at you to mow my lawn as part of your punishment. I was
laughing so hard, I could barely stand up. I loved your new tattoo, I thought it was beautiful.

I really don't know how it happened, but you ended up moving into my home in December of 2012. I was supposed to tutor you in school so you could graduate with your class. I do remember you asking if you could stay. I didn't think much of it because I moved out of my own parent's house at 15, so a child not living 'at home' wasn't unusual to me. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't smooth, but you moved in for good. 

As I reflect back over the time you have been with our family, I'm filled with so much emotion, so many thoughts and feelings that I cannot put into words.

Our first real family photo. This pretty much sums up everything, doesn't it? Hahahahaha!
I don't know how to parent a grown man and you don't know how to be my son. I know you are struggling with the idea of having a 'real' father, something you have not experienced in your life before. I can tell you that you couldn't ask for a better father. Ethan is a good man, a kind soul who has more empathy than anyone I have ever known. You will learn a lot from him.

I desperately wanted to jump right into your life and parent you the way I have parented my other children--that clearly isn't going to work for you. I am a 'hands on' mom, and I'm very affectionate. I am always hugging, kissing, touching--possibly smothering--my other children. I really can't be 'hands on' with you. I'm fairly certain that no 19 year old man want his 'momma' loving on him like a baby. I'm also certain you don't want me squishing your tummy or bum like I do to my 6 year old! Haha! Don't worry, I won't be doing that EVER! Haha!

You, being you.

Today is your day, and I hope you are having a great time in Bend with The Dickson's. I'm sure they are treating you extra special this week. I had really wanted to celebrate your birthday like we had planned, but that isn't what you wanted. Maybe next year?

Happy Birthday, Zackary. 


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Wordless Wednesday 3/26/2014

When Teenagers Are In Charge...

I guess I'll be getting those new kitchen counter tops I've been wanting. I'm thinking butcher block and stainless steel. 

Backstory: My oldest forgot he put a pan on the stove, the water boiled out, my 13 year old daughter used her shirt to move the pan, it was too hot and she dropped it on the counter. She didn't know what to do so she left it there. 

No one was hurt.