Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I Love To Write

Last week I mentioned jotting down characters for my next novel in a journal, and I got an email asking me about it, so I decided to answer the question with this post about writing.

I used to be in sales. Medical sales to be exact. I was quite good at making contacts and closing deals and my father who had also spent his life in sales would say, "Krissy, you can sell Ice to the Ice Man."

I was quite content in my professional life before Peyton. I made good money and my career was headed in the direction I wanted it to go, so even though I had always loved to write, I filed my aspirations for it under the heading of "someday", saying things like, "someday, when I have free time on my hands, I'm going write a novel." Little did I know how quickly that "someday" would be upon me.

When Peyton died I lost my drive for sales. I no longer felt happy, or personable, two qualities that I needed to be successful in that field, and I wasn't brave enough to face my clients, all of whom had last seen me very, very pregnant. I was grieving. And lonely. And depressed. I had lost my hopes and dreams, my sense of self, and I was drowning. Immediately after her death I turned to writing for relief, so in some ways I think of my life of writing as Peyton's gift to me. 

Peyton died in October and by November I had recorded some hundred pages of her life, detailed accounts of all that had happened to her and to me, knowing that eventually I would want to share them. This was long before I found the blogworld. I spent the next six months writing a memoir about what it is to be a bereaved mother. I wrote about all of it. The beautiful bits and the painful bits and the taboo bits dealing with PTSD and depression and my feelings of failure as a mother.

In May 2009 I met with a literary agent to discuss my memoir. He was youngish, maybe 8 or 10 years older than me, and he told me that he felt the book was "very well written, but sad."

"It's a sad story," I said, "my daughter died. My world came crashing down. I went to a very dark place."

"Well I think it is too sad."

"Is there such a thing as being too sad over your child's death?"

The agent's words hit me like a ton of bricks, not because he had chosen not to represent me, but because the reason for my writing the memoir, much like my reason for writing this blog, was to offer an honest account of what grief looks like. I explained that not every grieving mother wants to read about rainbows and happy endings, nor do we all buy into the notion that we ought to feel grateful that our baby is "in a better place," or not feel angry with God. Sometimes, when you are in that dark early place, you just want to read that your newfound fear of the dark, or the aching in your arms that wont go away, or your inability to recognize yourself, are somewhat normal. Not normal to the outside world, but normal under such extremely abnormal circumstances.

I don't know why I never pursued it further with another agent. Maybe at the time I was too raw. Some time has passed now, and though I still don't believe in wrapping that memoir up with a neat little bow, I know that now I could sit through a meeting like the one I had had with that first agent without feeling so defensive because I have come to realize that there are just some people outside of the loss world who will never, ever, understand. But there is bound to be an agent who will, and when I find him/her, Peyton's story will be told. It was a week or so after meeting with that agent that I started blogging here, and the rest, as they say, is history.

I love to write. 

At the end of last year I completed my first novel. It's funny, and brash, and has nothing at all to do with loss which may come as a surprise to many of you. It is three hundred or so pages that have been over a year and a half in the making. I started writing it at the writer's retreat that I talk about in my Sea Glass post and because of my own stupidity - and an accident involving my car running over my flash drive that we will go into another day - I have actually written this novel in its entirety twice.

Sometimes I think of the characters in this novel as friends. Though they are caught up in their own misadventures, and have no idea that I, their creator, even exists, these characters have, in their own funny ways, seen me through my roles as newly bereaved mother, TTC infertile, bed resting momma to be, and now breastfeeding mother to healthy twins. I am doing my final edit on it now, before submitting it to agents, and though it is taking me longer than I expected because most of my time spent working on it is one handed, or no handed, as I breastfeed, I love working on it nonetheless and cannot wait to see it finished and published.

I love to write.


Memoir, blogs, short story, poetry, prose, novel.

I love to write.

It may be a post on my blog, a poem written by Peyton's grave, a chapter in my novel, a short story, or a note on a napkin for a future story idea, but every day, regardless of what else is going on in my life, I write in some capacity.

Writing is my friend. 
My confidant. 
A view inside my soul. 

Through my own words, the act of writing unleashes my imagination. 
It frees me of my demons. 
It helps me to both remember, and to escape.

I love to write.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Yesterday's Winner!

Thanks all for playing along for the week of giveaways. Yesterday's winner (according to the random.org lucky number generator) is #1 - so S is our big winner! Send me your address at doinggoodinhername(at)gmail(dot)com and I will get the journal in the mail to you! Congrats S!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Week of Giveaways - Day 7 Final Day

The babies have been on the move! H has learned to roll from front to back, and K, on two occasions, has made his way from back to front, though I am not sure if those were just happy accidents. This morning I caught these shots as we were practicing our tummy time...




Yesterday's Winner:

We had 9 entries for the butterfly frame and random.org's lucky number generator spit out the number 8 so our winner is Lachlan's Mum! CONGRATS! Just send me an email with your address to doinggoodinhername(at)gmail(dot)com and I will get that sent out to you.

Week of Giveaways - Final Day:

For my final giveaway I decided to offer this beautiful "Hope" journal. 



Writing has become such a huge part of me these past two years. I don't go anywhere without a journal nearby. Often times as I am driving, or doing some other things, the words to a poem come to mind, or an observation on life that I want to jot down, or a character for my next novel. If I didn't always keep a journal nearby, those thoughts would be forgotten.

How to Enter:

If you would like to be entered into this giveaway, just leave a comment below telling me what you might use this journal for. You can say whatever you like- poetry, to write songs, grocery lists. :) I will pick our final winner tomorrow morning at (around) 10AM.

**A few housekeeping notes:

Doing Good In Her Name is currently seeking donations of children's books to build a bookshelf for use at Danbury Hospital's brand new NICU. Our hope is that these books will help to make the stay for these families a little more pleasant. The books are for children of all ages, as they can be read to NICU patients, and their siblings. At the end of their stays, they will be welcome to take the books home with them. We are collecting books through June and are still quite a far ways out from our goal. If you can help at all, please visit here. All donations are tax deductible.

Exhale Magazine's first visual arts contests was too close to call, so we are asking our readers to vote for their favorites by voting on Exhale's facebook page. Simply "like" your favorite to cast your vote. This voting continues through June 1st

Monday, May 23, 2011

Week of Giveaways Day 6

Week of Giveaways Day 6

Sorry for the delay. We got to doing some work on our house this weekend and it knocked out our internet. I will run all seven days of giveaway through tomorrow.

Yesterday's Winner:

We had 21 entries for our butterfly necklace and the lucky winner is #11 Ava's Mummy! Please send me your address at doinggoodinhername(at)gmail(dot)com.

Today's Giveaway:

Today I am giving away this beautiful butterfly photo frame. If you would like to enter just leave a comment.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Just a quick note

Sorry for the delay. We are having work done which has knocked out my Internet this weekend. Winner and new giveaway will be posted Monday.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Week of Giveaways - Day 5

The little ones have found their voice. They coo and kick and grab eachother's hands and I can't say I have ever felt such joy in my life as the earliest parts of the morning watching these two play. As the day goes on they get tired, and sometimes cranky, but these early morning playing, cooing, giggling sessions are priceless, and I am ever more grateful each day for the opportunity to be their mother.

Week of Giveaways Day 5

Thank you so much to the 29 people who played along with our THIS or THAT giveaway! It was wonderful for me to get to read your comments and to get to know you that much better. I am so humbled by the fact that you all have chosen to come to this space and read along, and am ever grateful to you for it. 

As I said above, we had 29 entries for yesterday's giveaway and I put them into random.org's lucky number generator. 

The winner is #21 -  Just Jessie! 

Congratulations Jessie, please email me your address at doinggoodinhername(at)gmail(dot)com and I will be happy to get this in the mail to you. Indicate in your email whether you would like the custom painting or the purse!

Today's Giveaway!

Today I am giving away this beautiful butterfly necklace. It is a silver butterfly set against a beautiful blue and green background.


Here are some closer up images of the butterfly itself...




I wish the picture was clearer
(I am a notoriously bad photographer and I apologize).

I chose this item to give away because I always associate my little Peyton with butterflies. In fact, in certain parts of the world there are laws on the books making it illegal to kill butterflies because they are believed to be the souls of little children who have passed on.

How To Enter:

If you would like to be entered into my giveaway to win this beautiful necklace, please leave a comment below. In your comment put a link to your own blog, and a few words to describe it like "this blog follows me TTC" or "just a blog where I showcase my crafts." If you want to stay anonymous that is fine too, no need to list a link, just tell us a line or two about yourself.

Okay, happy entering and thanks for playing along!

**A few housekeeping notes:

Doing Good In Her Name is currently seeking donations of children's books to build a bookshelf for use at Danbury Hospital's brand new NICU. Our hope is that these books will help to make the stay for these families a little more pleasant. The books are for children of all ages, as they can be read to NICU patients, and their siblings. At the end of their stays, they will be welcome to take the books home with them. We are collecting books through June and are still quite a far ways out from our goal. If you can help at all, please visit here. All donations are tax deductible.

Exhale Magazine's first visual arts contests was too close to call, so we are asking our readers to vote for their favorites by voting on Exhale's facebook page. Simply "like" your favorite to cast your vote. This voting continues through June 1st.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Week of Giveaways - Day 4

Welcome to our Week of Giveaways Day 4

Nineteen of you commented yesterday that you wanted to win the Fuzzibunz red size XS pocket diaper. I put the numbers in at Random.org and the winner is commenter with lucky number 7! Another Ashley! That is amazing, two different Ashleys have won prizes this week! Ashley, simply email me your address at doinggoodinhername(at)gmail(dot)com and I will be happy to get this little diaper out in the mail to you.

Today's Giveaway!

I am very excited for today's giveaway because we are going to be doing a THIS or THAT giveaway, meaning two fabulous prizes will be up for the giveaway and the winner gets to choose whether they want THIS or THAT.

Have you ever had someone whose writing or artwork has really spoken to you along your own journey? I have, and that is why I wanted to share with you all the work of someone who continually inspires me. That is Angie. She is one half of The Kenna Twins, but you may know her best from her site Still Life 365. 

Angie is an amazing writer, blogger, and artist. She created this beautiful piece for my writing room last year:

This item is not part of my giveaway... Mine :)

The THIS item:
It is a customized "she's not an angel, she's my baby" painting by Angie. Here is an example of how this painting might look:


Angie writes:

This is a customized watercolor painting of "She's not an angel". It is not for a specific painting shown here. I can personalize this in any way you want. Indicate in the instructions about what you would like, i.e., haircolor on mama, even color of dress, whether baby is a boy or girl, and if you want the phrase to say something different (like "Mary is not an angel. She was my baby.") Otherwise, I will use a color and mood that moves me and the phrase listed.

The THAT item:
A beautiful handmade Kenna Twins purse. 





This quirky, fun purse has two different 100% cotton prints on the outside and a green 100% cotton duck cloth on the inside with a pocket. It also has a small cell phone pocket on the outside. It has a two tab closure with a plastic button. All the fabric and thread are 100% cotton.

Dimensions:
Straps-28 1/2" long; 1 7/8" wide
Width-12 1/4"
Height-8 1/4"
Depth- 2"

How To Enter:

To play along, just leave a comment below and let me know at what stage of my blogging life you began reading along. Not specific dates, of course, more along the lines of "I started to follow when you were first TTC" or "I am a new follower." If you are a lurker, please play along too. You can do so under Anonymous. It's a sort of fun way for me to get to know you all. 

Tomorrow I will pick a winner using random.org's lucky number generator and post it here at 10AM EST with my next item. 

**A few housekeeping notes:

Doing Good In Her Name is currently seeking donations of children's books to build a bookshelf for use at Danbury Hospital's brand new NICU. Our hope is that these books will help to make the stay for these families a little more pleasant. The books are for children of all ages, as they can be read to NICU patients, and their siblings. At the end of their stays, they will be welcome to take the books home with them. We are collecting books through June and are still quite a far ways out from our goal. If you can help at all, please visit here. All donations are tax deductible.

Exhale Magazine's first visual arts contests was too close to call, so we are asking our readers to vote for their favorites by voting on Exhale's facebook page. Simply "like" your favorite to cast your vote. This voting continues through June 1st.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

WEEK OF GIVEAWAYS - DAY 3

WEEK OF GIVEAWAYS DAY 3

Sorry for this morning's delay, the Snowflakes had their own ideas for how this morning should go. Last night was very exciting for them. A wonderful area photographer came to take their pictures. She spent several hours here capturing the most adorable shots.

K was a real ham, smiling for the camera. H went back and forth between being a sleepy diva and ham. I can't wait to see the final product. I will be sure to share them here once I have them.

Now... for yesterday's winner...

We had 14 entries in our giveaway and random.org's lucky number generator chose #1 so congratulations to Anonymous commenter #1! Please email me your name and address at doinggoodinhername (at) gmail (dot) com, and I will be happy to get the book out to you!

TODAY'S GIVEAWAY

Today's prize is a red Fuzzibunz Perfect Size Diaper size XS. This cloth diaper has adjustable snaps accommodating babies weighing 4-12 lbs - approximately ages preemie through 12 months.


(This is a stock photo and not my photo, I can't find my camera this morning.)

If you would like to be entered into our giveaway, please leave a comment below. I will choose a winner tomorrow at 10AM EST when I post the next item.

Thanks for playing along!

**A few housekeeping notes:

Doing Good In Her Name is currently seeking donations of children's books to build a bookshelf for use at Danbury Hospital's brand new NICU. Our hope is that these books will help to make the stay for these families a little more pleasant. The books are for children of all ages, as they can be read to NICU patients, and their siblings. At the end of their stays, they will be welcome to take the books home with them. We are collecting books through June and are still quite a far ways out from our goal. If you can help at all, please visit here. All donations are tax deductible.

Exhale Magazine's first visual arts contests was too close to call, so we are asking our readers to vote for their favorites by voting on Exhale's facebook page. Simply "like" your favorite to cast your vote. This voting continues through June 1st. 

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Week of Giveaways - Day 2

We had an interesting day here yesterday. K learned to roll over! This would be fabulous news, had he not completely scared the heck out of me when he did it. I am used to placing the babies down for a moment here or there to run to the bathroom, grab some water etc. I expect to find them exactly as I left them when I return so you can imagine my surprise when I found my face up boy had gone face down! It was only for a moment, and he seemed no worse for the wear - smiling right through it, but Momma had the scare of her life. Thank goodness for head control! I can't believe how quickly these little ones are growing!

Now For Our Winner:

We had 13 comments on yesterday's giveaway. I used random.org's random number generator and the number that came up was 5 so the winner of yesterday's giveaway is Baby Jaxxon's mom, Ashley! 

Congratulations Ashley!

Ashley, email me your address and I will happily get your prize in the mail for you. You can send it to doinggoodinhername(at)gmail(dot)com.

WEEK OF GIVEAWAYS - DAY TWO!

This next one is for those TTC or currently expecting their rainbows. If you know someone you think would benefit from this book, feel free to enter as well.

This giveaway is the book Letters for Tomorrow: A Journal For Expectant Moms and Dads by Robin Freeman Bernstein and Cathy More.

This 160 page keepsake book was written by a family therapist, and offers space to write letters to your child about the joys, and stresses, of pregnancy. It really is a beautiful gift to create for your child to understand all that their pregnancy felt like, and meant, to you. The book is divided into trimesters, and houses space for ultrasound pictures, photos, and momentos. 


If you would like your chance to win this beautiful book, simply leave a comment below. I will use the random number generator to draw a winner tomorrow at 10AM EST.

Thanks for playing along!

**A few housekeeping notes:
Doing Good In Her Name is currently seeking donations of children's books to build a bookshelf for use at Danbury Hospital's brand new NICU. Our hope is that these books will help to make the stay for these families a little more pleasant. The books are for children of all ages, as they can be read to NICU patients, and their siblings. At the end of their stays, they will be welcome to take the books home with them. We are collecting books through June and are still quite a far ways out from our goal. If you can help at all, please visit here. All donations are tax deductible.

Exhale Magazine's first visual arts contests was too close to call, so we are asking our readers to vote for their favorites by voting on Exhale's facebook page. Simply "like" your favorite to cast your vote. This voting continues through June 1st. 

Monday, May 16, 2011

Week of Giveaways - Day 1

WELCOME TO MY WEEK OF GIVEAWAYS!

As I mentioned in my last post, this week of giveaways is to thank you all for reading along these last two years. This has been my space to write about grief, TTC, infertility, IVF, pregnancy after loss, and parenting my rainbows, so each day I will post something different.

Some giveaways here are going to be related to the themes mentioned above... others just for fun. This week of giveaways will run today through Sunday so if you find that today's item is not relevant for you, check back tomorrow and you just might find a better fit! 

Giveaway #1 is the book The Journey Through Grief: Reflections on Healing by Alan D. Wolfelt Ph.D.





I found this to be a really beautiful book. Its pages are filled with reflections to get you thinking, processing, and healing. Though not targeted specifically to the loss of a child, the reflections that fill its pages are still useful. Inside there are journal pages with prompts to help get you writing about your grief.

If you would like to be entered in the giveaway to win this book, just leave a comment below.

I will use the random number generator to pick a winner at 10AM EST tomorrow, before I post the next item.




Friday, May 13, 2011

Happy Blog-o-Versary to me! Let's Celebrate!

I was going to write about breastfeeding. Or, more to the point, about the challenges of breastfeeding multiples. Then I got a glance of the calendar and what do you know...

IT'S MY BLOG-O-VERSARY!!!

Okay. Technically it is not my blog-o-versary. 
Not today at least.
Tomorrow...that is another story.

Tomorrow marks two years, and 257 posts, since I first stumbled onto the blogosphere and into this amazing community.

You were there with me through the early darkest days of grief.

You have stood with me through our failed first months of TTC, and the devastating news of my infertility.

You cheered me on through my first (failed) cycle of IVF, and first round of bedrest for OHSS.

You encouraged me to try again, and we did, achieving success with our second round.

You kept me company through 27 long weeks of pregnancy bedrest, and prayed constantly for the safe arrival of my twins.

You have been amazing, and all the while, you've helped me to keep alive the memory of the little girl who made this place possible - my sweet Peyton.



So, as a thank you, I am going to go a little out of the norm for me.

Next week we will celebrate!

ALL NEXT WEEK I will be hosting give aways!

It's my way to say thank you for all the reading, and commenting, and support, and... let's face it... give aways are fun!

So be sure to stop by each day to check out what I have to offer, to enter the drawings, and to congratulate the winners.

See you there!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Commonalities of Grief

I went up to Peyton's Hill the morning of Mother's Day. I needed to be near her. I needed to tell her how much I love her, and miss her. How grateful I am to her for giving me the gift of motherhood. I feel the need to do this every day, but Mother's Day makes missing her especially hard.

I walked up to her grave and commented on the weather. I apologized for the sad state of her site, and remarked about the newest pinwheel we had placed up there, which had already gone missing. It gets very windy on Peyton's Hill, so I imagine a good gust came along and was just too much for it.

I stood for a while, breathing the place in. I watched birds in the trees, closed my eyes, and tapped my chest in the spot where her back used to be when she fell asleep against my chest. In the silence of her Hill, I began singing "Smile Awhile," one of the songs from my repertoire when I had rocked her in the hospital.

It's a World War I song about loss.
Most of the songs I sang Peyton were about loss.
Maybe I just knew.

Smile awhile and kiss me sad adieu
when the clouds roll by I'll come to you
then the skies will seem more blue
down in lover's lane my deary
wedding bells will ring so merrily
every tear will hold a memory
so wait and pray each night for me
till we meet again

Halfway through my song I was approached by an older woman. She looked disheveled, as if the day had snuck up on her somehow, and was covered in dirt from flower pots that she held in her hands. I recognized something in her. Something I had seen in myself so many times before. She looked neither present, nor lost. She just was.

We got to talking and she pointed out her son's grave. I knew her son. His name was Mike. He was paralyzed, wheelchair bound after a freak construction accident, and used to walk his dog around the path at the cemetery each afternoon. Mike, G, and I were a sort of lonely hearts club. Three outsiders with broken hearts who had nowhere else to turn for relief but a cemetery. Mike died suddenly last year. He got the flu and aspirated when he vomited in his sleep. Mike wasn't even forty years old.

His mother told me she had come up to plant some flowers around a bench she had placed on the Hill.

"It was your idea you know," she said, "I hope you don't mind."

I didn't.

The idea to get a bench up on the Hill was one that came to hubs and I early on, but the months had passed, and then the years, and the truth is I didn't know when we were going to get around to placing one up there. We had mentioned the idea to G who had mentioned it to Mike's mom, and when I came up last fall to find her bench placed, I was happy to see it.

I told Mike's mom how sorry I was for her loss. We got to talking, and talking led to crying. She was really suffering through facing Mother's Day without her son.

"I can't make it through a ride in the car," she told me, "without breaking down. I cry all the time. I feel his loss all the time."

I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. So many car rides these past two and a half years had been spent crying tears of sorrow and loss for my little girl. So many songs on the radio had triggered emotions in me, or felt as if they had been somehow sent directly from her.

"And I know I sound crazy," she continued, "but sometimes I get little signs from him."

"Funny things happening with lights?" I asked.

She looked at me, mouth agape. "How did you know?"

"It always seems to have something to do with lights," I smiled. "If you feel something happening, and you think it is Mike, cherish that. Who is to say it isn't him?"

We exchanged stories about funny little occurances that we felt were gifts from our children. Flickering flashlights at my house. A solar light that suddenly became aglow on her birthday at hers.

"Was Mike your only child?" I asked.

"My only son."

"I'm so sorry."

She looked at his grave and let out a deep sigh. "I am just so afraid people will forget about him."

"I won't forget him." I offered, knowing this feeling too well, this fear that my child will be forgotten. That there will come a day where this earth rotates as if she had never even existed.

Talking with Mike's mom showed me how many commonalities there are in the grief of one's child. It doesn't matter how old they were when they passed, though losing a baby is certainly different than losing a teenager and that is certainly different than losing an adult child, there are certain common threads to the grief of a mother.

Mothers cannot let go.
Mothers always hurt.
Mothers feel the absence of the child they have lost all the time, and strive to feel their presence in whatever ways we can.
Mothers all share the great fear that our children, their lives, and their impact on this great wide world, will be forgotten.

To lose your child is to forever lose a piece of your own soul.
As mothers we need to protect our children.
As bereaved mothers we need to protect their memories.

Friday, May 6, 2011

What should be. What WILL be.

What should be:

A day spent admiring my three beautiful children.

A reflection on the joys of the last three years of motherhood.

A giggling little girl playing with her baby brother and sister, showing off her ever expanding vocabulary and doing "big girl things".

What WILL be:

A day spent admiring my three beautiful children.
Two in my arms, one only in my memory.

A reflection of the long road that motherhood has taken me on.
A road filled with tears of joy and sorrow. 
With obstacles overcome, and those that never can be.

An ache for my giggling little girl who never lived to learn to giggle.
The pain of her absence ever present,
regardless of the other joys in my life.

This is the best I can hope for.
For this Mother's Day, 
or any others to follow.

For the first time since becoming a mother, I am not dreading Mother's Day. I am looking forward to celebrating these three amazing little beings, and all the ways that they have changed me, but as with all milestone dates, the countdown to Mother's Day brings with it a mix of emotions.

The joy over all I have,
and the pain over all I can't.

As Sunday approaches, Peyton feels that much further from me.
Not from my soul of course. 
But physically. Just so very far. 

I want to hold her again. I want to feel her nuzzle against my chest. I want to breathe in the sweet minty smell of the hair on her head.

Each day I tell her brother and sister about the amazing things that she did. How strong she was. The way she would stare into our eyes for hours and rarely complained despite the trials she was put through. I tell them how at just a few minutes old, Peyton reached out and grabbed her pacifier, sticking it into her own mouth -  a feat that at nine weeks old, neither of her siblings have yet managed to figure out.

I tell them these things because it is all I can do.
It is the only way they will ever know her.
Through me.
Through my telling.

What should be will always haunt me.
She was here.
She was perfect.
She was mine and she is gone.

Still gone.

Despite two and a half years of prayers to the contrary.

My daughter Peyton is gone and the permanence of that is something I will struggle through all the days of my life.

What will be is beautiful,
but what should have been can never be forgotten.

***
Whether TTC, giving up on conceiving at all, waiting for a rainbow, carrying your rainbow, holding your rainbow in your arms, facing your first Mother's Day without the child you have lost, facing the tenth Mother's Day without the child you have lost, facing countless Mother's Days without ever having a child - regardless of where you are in your given journey, I know that Mother's Day can be the cruelest day on the calendar.

Please know I am keeping you all in my heart this Sunday.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!

Just thought I would share some recent pics with you all. Enjoy!

Here are the snowflakes at 6 weeks...



And in their Easter outfits...
(7.5 weeks old)
I can't take credit for them. 
I am not crafty at all... these are from Etsy.




Mommy is getting pretty good at juggling them...


Our smiley girl!


Cool Dude!


I hope today is full of blessings for you all,
or at the very least allows you some moments of peace.