tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39781771120334304792024-03-18T21:35:44.727-07:00Make Something BeautifulSarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.comBlogger477125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-66895761502412052712011-07-28T13:26:00.000-07:002011-07-29T13:53:09.948-07:00Dog Days I am still loving me some summer these days. I have never ever no not ever been a fan of our unbelievable heat and humidity, but this summer has been particularly fun for me and the girls. We're still spending lots of time outside with popsicles and water hoses, and I'm spending my afternoons reading really obscene amounts of fiction and occasionally working on a project or two. Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-90216001217343542592011-07-11T13:47:00.000-07:002011-07-11T13:47:33.515-07:00A Little GetawayJune was loooooong for us. Seriously, I felt like there were something like fifty-two days in June. By the time we flipped the calendar to July, I was worn out. I was so unbelievably thankful that we had planned to take a little trip with my parents to our Happy Place. My kids had been counting sleeps for days, and I was right there with them -- I could not wait for a three day Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-8540636712872359982011-07-07T14:16:00.000-07:002011-07-07T14:17:03.123-07:00Ruthie is Sixteen Months OldSixteen months old. Where does the time go?
At sixteen months old, Ruthie is...
a champion sleeper. She does fine if she misses her morning nap, but clearly prefers to take two naps each day. I've noticed her talking a little more in her crib before settling down, both before her naps and before bedtime, but she seldom fusses. She loves to sleep with a Mousie (or two, Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-56134182268314014752011-07-01T13:19:00.000-07:002011-07-01T13:27:35.234-07:00Swimming Lessons and Nap RiotsWe've just wrapped up ten days of swimming lessons and I am beat. I think the kids are too, but perhaps overly so, since Phoebe and Nora have been practically bouncing off the walls since I tucked them into their beds an hour ago. I busted Phoebe bouncing on Nora's bed; I'm pretty sure that violates every single naptime rule we have. I'm giving them twenty more minutes before I Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-19514351888206697972011-06-17T12:43:00.000-07:002011-06-17T12:43:07.665-07:00Miss PattyCakeAround our house, Miss PattyCake is the supreme celebrity. My dear friend Carolynn introduced us to her at some point in the last couple of years, and we are in love. All of us. This sweet lady and her DVDs have helped me get many a meal finished or laundry load put away. The girls adore her and are spellbound pretty much any time she's on.
A few months back, we were Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-65933005206213856832011-06-14T13:22:00.000-07:002011-06-14T13:22:46.737-07:00SummeringOnce upon a time, a certain mommy somehow neglected to put a waterproof mattress pad on her potty-training-daughter's bed, so after a particularly wet naptime, the mattress need some, ahem, airing out. Sometime after suppertime, my super husband dragged the mattress back inside and I attached the pad and sheet while the mattress was laying in the kitchen.
And then Ruthie discovered the funSarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-41499329725500933622011-06-07T14:22:00.000-07:002011-06-07T14:22:03.608-07:0015 MonthsOkay, I realize that month-day posts are really lame... and since I post about twice a month, that means it's super-lame over here... but I'm evidently too stubborn to give up the ghost. And honestly, I really like being able to easily click around and see what these sweet babies were doing every month for their first two years of life. So there.
Ruthie is, remarkably, fifteen Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-61819440984841806832011-05-25T05:06:00.000-07:002011-05-25T05:06:30.413-07:00MessyWhen I pick up dirty undies, stray socks, chewed-up paper towels, dryer sheets, and toothbrushes off the floor, I always think, "Man, if I lived alone, my house would be so clean." And it would be, but life would be so dull and lonesome.
Life with a husband, three little ones, and a big hairy dog is usually messy. And rich. The other day, I was potting and watering some Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-21226274286414538912011-05-18T13:59:00.000-07:002011-05-18T13:59:58.429-07:00Baby Pigeons and Potty TalkI've been journaling more lately, it's just been a little quieter... the Lord seems to be calling me to quietness these days. Not silence, just quietness. Perhaps it is because life these days is so rowdy and rambunctious?
We were unable to park in the garage for a few weeks due to some works-in-progress, so any return home involved us going in through the front door. Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-39920972973200159072011-05-13T14:35:00.000-07:002011-05-13T14:35:01.229-07:00BostonI always feel so lame with these catching-up posts, trying to highlight some sweet memories before they disappear from this feeble mind of mine. But honestly, we had such a lovely time in Boston -- I thought it would be wonderful to share a few pictures and hit a few highlights.
My dad's maternal side of the family was gathering for a reunion up there, so my parents graciously agreed to Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-89115637710156403252011-05-05T13:45:00.000-07:002011-05-05T13:45:12.547-07:00Ruthie is Fourteen Months OldOh, our little mouse. Fourteen months already? Last night, Michael and I crept into Ruthie's room and found her asleep with her arms above her head in just the same way Phoebe used to sleep. And while she's very different from Phoebe, there is so much about her that reminds me of her biggest sister. Oh, how I am so thankful for this little Roo...
At fourteen months, Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-32855767392882107222011-05-02T13:19:00.000-07:002011-05-03T13:19:46.964-07:00The StormsLike much of our state, I feel as if I have no words to offer. Last Wednesday, Alabama was ravaged by multiple severe tornadoes. Our beloved Tuscaloosa was devastated by an enormous tornado; we watched in horror as the local television station broadcast the formation of a tornado that grew to be nearly a mile wide. We spent the evening glued to the weather reports, praying that Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-69125586216553356712011-04-14T04:48:00.000-07:002011-04-14T04:48:37.546-07:00Little HugsNora is our resident comedienne. I really believe she seeks to do and say things that will make us laugh. And she's pretty good at it! I am not naturally funny, and it's pretty difficult to make me laugh -- but Nora succeeds often. She does and says some pretty ridiculous things.
Back around Christmastime, we watched Frosty the Snowman a few times. When the Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-66755529028106061932011-04-07T04:51:00.000-07:002011-04-14T04:52:03.483-07:00Ruthie is Thirteen Months OldThis past month, it seemed like Ruthie changed drastically! She's starting to communicate more, play more games, and is just generally even more fun. Ruthie is a delight to all of us, and I feel like she has such a rich, delightful little life. Oh, to be as adored as our Roo is!
At thirteen months, Ruthie is...
still sleeping really well. With few exceptions, she sleeps Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-63356470643709696522011-04-01T04:55:00.000-07:002011-04-01T04:55:58.048-07:00TendernessWe've had a rocky week. I'm not at liberty to go into details here, but would you pray for our family?
Last night, we were coming in late from community group. It was nearly nine, and Michael and I were anxious to tuck the girls into bed so that we could tuck our weary selves in as well. We rushed through our bedtime routine with the Bigs, only to remember that Lamby was Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-39060029656220248252011-03-28T13:18:00.000-07:002011-03-29T14:06:15.997-07:00To the Zoo!I'm not exactly a zoo person. I mean, zoos are sort of smelly. And hot. And honestly, the thought of loading up my crew just to stroll around and see some animals sort of makes me want to break out into hives. But when I found out Pops had a meeting down here, I experienced a moment of temporary insanity and suggested we go with Mops to the zoo.
Honestly, it was the Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-1524987370871515772011-03-18T14:15:00.000-07:002011-03-18T14:15:23.188-07:00I Got Nothin'
Every time I open the dishwasher -- whether it is to load or unload it -- this little Mouse will drop whatever she is doing, even if it's on the other side of the house, to come help. If I want to load, I have to do it lightning quick; she grabs dirty forks out by the handful. Which, actually, is really handy when I'm unloading.
This precious little Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-7408267862700986102011-03-17T04:50:00.000-07:002011-03-17T13:58:49.705-07:00Goodbye, Dear FriendFor months, we've been talking to Nora about saying goodbye to her beloved nay-nay. We've tried to talk it up, encourage her, and really get her to want to be a big girl. I think I hoped that one day, she would just up and hand it to me and say she was done with it. But it became clear that just wasn't going to happen.
Our sweet Nora seemed royally addicted to her comfort, andSarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-91327319888555523532011-03-14T04:22:00.000-07:002011-03-14T04:22:03.060-07:00Four YearsWhen we got married, Michael and I had this four year plan. We were going to work hard, travel a lot, make improvements to our home, and then we'd talk about babies. We were young when we got married, and we wanted some time for "just us".
So when we discovered that we were expecting just a week shy of our first anniversary, we were a little surprised. And unbelievably Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-2499230118455250442011-03-07T04:42:00.000-08:002011-03-07T04:42:40.812-08:00Ruthie is ONE!We have a birthday mouse in the house! This week, Ruthie celebrated her first birthday and she couldn't have been sweeter. We had a very low-key pizza-and-cupcakes celebration with the grandparents, and she was just simply delighted to receive oodles of attention. And cupcake. She meant business with her cupcake.
I'm always amazed at how fast these little babiesSarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-36714485450750898722011-03-01T04:25:00.001-08:002011-03-03T05:01:29.496-08:00The Calm Before the StormA few days ago, I was cleaning up the lunch dishes and, in general, trying to manage some of the after-lunch chaos in our house. I was distributing kitchen chores, keeping Roo off the dishwasher, and laughing about what is involved in simply rinsing off a few plates and picking the ever-present-refrigerator-magnets off the floor.
And then Nora came in and puked.
I removed Roo from the Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-79135861205711909182011-02-23T13:49:00.000-08:002011-02-23T13:49:31.967-08:00Snow PrincessesOther folks in the state have had real snow this winter, but our "snow" has really been mostly ice pellets. We've been envious of Mops and Pops, who had snow for something like days, and Phoebe had been talking for weeks about, "building a snow princess the next time we get snow." I didn't want to break her heart by telling her that snow around these parts is pretty rare... but I Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-22555406586755252682011-02-22T14:03:00.000-08:002011-02-22T14:04:27.222-08:00Looking UpWe've been hit by round two (round three, if you're Ruthie) of a nasty cold bug, so my motivation to do anything beyond the essentials has been pretty much nonexistent. Because really, when six dirty diapers (before naptime), crusty noses, and seven loads of laundry a week are the essentials... who has time for much else?
Fortunately, we all appear to be -- for the time being -- on the Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-27613004090849990852011-02-18T05:09:00.000-08:002011-02-18T09:20:16.573-08:00Busted StuffSomeone thought it would be fun to play with her blog before she'd finished her first cup of coffee. Apologies for the giant blog header...but it's now time to close up shop and take care of some real responsibilities. Will fix ASAP!
Edited to add: Coffee always helps! Y'all are sweet!Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-50785175689251567062011-02-11T12:47:00.000-08:002011-02-11T12:47:52.541-08:00On Getting Away Last weekend, we loaded up the van with two adults, three kids, one dog, three boat-and-tote bags, a suitcase, a sack of veggie straws, and a few other miscellaneous items. Michael took a rare Friday off work, and we met my folks at a cabin a few hours north to celebrate my mom’s birthday. It was freezing cold, but we managed to go on a few “expetitions”, and we were Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2