A New Trick

In the Genes

One of the great question marks during pregnancy is what exactly the final product is going to look like. I can remember having dreams about our unborn child last year, from the sweet to the totally bizarre, but no matter what the dream I could never quite make out what exactly she looked like...or even what I thought she looked like. Would she have Dan's fine, straight hair or my thick, curly locks? My blue eyes or his hazel? His cute dimples? My earlobe-less ears? Would she really even look like either of us (a question particularly puzzling to me, as I grew up thinking I didn't really look like anyone in my family)?

I studied both of our features and endlessly wondered. Then, when we finally met our sweet Caroline in September, we both took in every tiny newborn trait, trying to determine what looked like who and continuously changing our minds. Everyone always asks of a new baby, "Who does she look more like?" Or they have an opinion of their own, declaring "She looks JUST like Daddy!" etc.

I think that Caroline is truly a combination of the two of us. It makes me smile everyday as God reminds me - visibly - that he has made 1 life out of 2 for Dan and me. One of His many mysterious miracles that He allows us to enter into.

Just for fun, I wanted to hang baby pictures of Dan and myself in Caroline's nursery - a "project" I decided on before she was born and just completed last week. My name is Kali and I am a procrastinator. Anyway, I thought you might enjoy seeing these as well. Is it any wonder our child is round and bald?

So I'd really like to know - what do you think? Do you see more of Mommy or Daddy?

A Letter

Dear Landscaping Crew, Garbage Man, UPS Man, Etc.,

I'll start by saying that I appreciate you all. Really, I do. I appreciate how you keep my 1 inch by 10 inch strip of lawn perfectly manicured and how you (over) trim my bushes. I can't imagine what I would do if you didn't come nearly every day to haul away the mounds of diapers - they tend to pile up around here. And my heart skips a beat every time I see your lovely brown vehicle come wheeling up to the top of our hill in hopes that maybe this time you'll stop at MY door.

But I have a bone to pick with each of you. You see, you really have very poor timing. Your lawn mowers - do they have to choose the exact moment I'm putting my daughter down for a nap to rev up and attack my gigantic lawn? While I appreciate that I don't have far to go to get to the dumpster, do you really have to lift it to such incredible heights just to let it slam back down to the earth...in the middle of Caroline's beauty sleep? Her window is practically right over top of you! And Mr. UPS Man, I do appreciate all that Brown does for me on a regular basis, but one teensy, weensy favor...can you PLEASE not ring the door bell? Or perhaps try coming around 11:30 instead...Caroline should be up by then. I knew you'd understand.

I think that about covers it. Just thought you all should know my true sentitments and that perhaps, with a little work, we can all come to an understanding. Sound good?

Sincerely,
Mom

Birthday Greetings

Caroline reminded me this morning that it is her Aunt Kelsey's birthday today and requested that I take some video of her to share as a birthday gift. I couldn't say no! So here are her birthday greetings to Aunt Kelsey:



P.S. Kelsey, as an educator, and an English teacher at that, you really need to check this out today: http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2010/04/teacher-tearjerker.html .

Family

My family has been visiting this week, and the time has been absolutely wonderful. My Dad has already come and gone, my sister & her husband are leaving this afternoon, and my Mom is here until tomorrow evening. Living far away makes family time precious indeed.

I don't have time for a full post right now, but I did want to put up a few pictures. My sister has also posted some here (as she is the photographer - I suppose it's only fair!) incase you'd like to see a few more. Enjoy!

He is Risen Indeed!

Happy Easter!

Good Friday

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride


See from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown


O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless Your name


Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all