Why blog? I don't even have a facebook account...it feels like it makes life so public. But then--blogging is kind of like a diary, isn't it? It makes me feel a little like Doogie Houser at the end of the day--collecting my thoughts and putting them down. I don't want to blog because I want my life to be public (though I don't mind wearing my heart on my sleeve, most of the time) or because I'm a narcissist, but because these days of our young family are so precious I don't want to lose them to a faulty memory. This time, this stage, these moments truly are 'a time to keep', and blogging is simply the most convenient way to keep them and share them.

I really didn't think I'd ever start a blog...but now that Mac has stopped calling firetrucks "fire knuckles" (he now calls them firetrucks, and I'm so sad!), I realize I'll forget that he ever did that if I don't write it down. So, the blog begins. Welcome.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A cute picture from our Christmas adventures. I'll post more soon. Don't you want to just cover her in kisses?

James Thomas Wilson
Born December 29, 2010 at 6:37pm
8lbs 8oz
19 3/4 inches
Sweet Baby James is beautiful! Mother and baby are well.
"And from his fullness we have all received grace after grace." John 1:16

Welcome baby James! We love you so much already!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

More Dance Moves from Mac

Mac's new dance moves. He kept Arden screaming with belly laughter for somewhere around 20 minutes earlier today. Brad caught the same moves later on video. You can barely hear music, but it's there.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Such a 21st Century Kid

Mac's latest pretend game? Recycling. Here is the game:

1. Empty shoe-box sized plastic toy bucket (the recycling bin).
2. Fill up bucket with miscellaneous items (items to be recycled).
3. Toss the items into closet (the recycling truck).
4. Nonchalantly toss the empty toy bin to the side in the room (the same way the man who picks up our recycling does).

He came up with this entirely on his own and never tires of it.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Tonight while making supper...

Mac: Mom, are you making a FEAST?
(Where on earth did he learn the word, "feast"?)
Me: Well...You might think it's a feast. I guess it depends on how you look at it.
Mac: (The child is SO literal!) I want to look at it!! Mom, let me look at it!

In other news, we've taken close to 300 photos trying to get a good one for a Christmas picture (over the course of a week). We're working on it. I think I have a finalist...it has 2 children, not crying, looking in the general direction of the camera, entire faces are in the frame, in focus. Smiles? Who needs smiles? (Who gets smiles, simultaneously, from a 1 and 3 year old?? And how??)