Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Not that I BLAME you.
There are a couple of things about the
youngest 2
RitterB babies that people can't resist...
The first is the stunning good looks... They're cute as can be!
The 2nd is their HAIR...
That's right,you can't resist that head of hair!
At first it is the comments... "Look at their hair!" "Oh my gosh I love their hair!" "Did you have to learn how to care for their hair?" "Wow, you don't even need to use headbands for her... she has so much hair."
And then it happens... Just as I know the sun will rise each morning, I know you will reach out and touch that head of theirs... I don't blame you really... I know you are curious of how it feels. It looks super soft... Is it? I don't blame you. I know you can't contain that hand of yours.
For the record... When both Noah and Zion were born their hair was soft as the clouds. I too, could not contain the desire to rub the soft hair along my cheeks...
By the time Noah was a few months old his baby soft hair had fallen out. I remember the day it started falling out in clumps... I was so sad. When it grew back it grew thick and course with tight curls.
Zion was born with a head of hair any woman would want. She has more hair then I could ever imagine. It is thick with soft curls. There is no need for headbands with this baby... Her hair can hold their own to any bow I desire. I have been very careful how I care for "Pinkie's" hair.... With Noah we had a bit of a learning curve...
One thing is for sure....
Nothing can prevent that awful BALD SPOT babies create
for themselves on the back of their head.
I have learned NO amount of HOPE, tummy time, bouncy seat time, bumbo time, moby wrap time, hip huggin' time
{you get the idea}
can prevent rubbing off their hair while on their back...
*sigh* what's a mama to do?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
OBSESSED!
Our Noah boy... He is a real Gem. Some days I look at him and find myself questioning My Heavenly Father. " What have I done in this life that HE thinks I am deserving to be his mother?" There are lots of couples who long to be parents. Who wait and wait for a child to be placed in their arms. Who's heart is open and prepared to love and nurture. So, how did We get to be his parents? What ever the answer is to my questioning... I am ever so blessed.
Noah boy has become a bit obsessed over the past couple of weeks...
Obsession #1
I thought he was so stinkin' cute... I wanted to just eat him up.
He has had folding his arms for months now...
Sunday, November 1, 2009
El Día de los Muertos
On Friday the kids attend Missy's annual Halloween party... Well, Not our sweet Isaac. Dumb ol' flu bug choose his body to party in this year... Booooooo Nonetheless... Missy's Boo Fest is THE party of the year folks... Marc-a-roni and I had been invited to attend a charity dinner and missed out this year. We have been given play by play of the spooky adventures from our Good Witch. Sounds like it was Frightfully FUN!
What Toy Story lovin' boy wouldn't want wings like Buzz?
After all folks...She is my "Pinkie"
El Día de los Muertos
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I know...
I have spent the past couple of days attending Time Out For Women. This years theme is Sweet Assurance...
Each speaker testified of things "they" knew. Knowledge that helped them as they strive for a closer relationship with our Father.
On Wednesday afternoon my heart stopped beating for a moment. As I opened the blinds along the kitchen wall our back yard came into full view. As if almost over night my trees leaves had changed color. If I were to choose my favorite season based on color I would pick fall. I feel the most peace with burnt orange and Blacks, Browns and ambers. But, is Fall really here? If Fall is here then Winter is creeping around the bend.
Missouri winters are hard on my soul. The bitter cold and snow less days seem to drag on for what seems like years.
{We have a rule here in the RitterB home... A rule made by me... We are to pick a season and ONE season only to complain. For example: One can not whine about how HOT they are at the Zoo on a sunny summer day and Cry about the extreme FRIDGED air in the dead of winter. Yes, it is uncomfortable to be hot and sweaty. Yes, it is uncomfortable to be freezing your bum off... But I dont want to hear about both... SO PICK YOUR SEASON AND COMPLAIN AWAY! Last Wednesday my SEASON TO COMPLAIN officially started! I HATE THAT WINTER IS ON IT'S WAY!!!} I think maybe our Father knows the dread I feel with the cold. I think maybe he is helping me ease into the idea this year. This year our tree in the backyard is particularly beautiful. Beautiful enough to make my heart stop for just a moment and marvel at His creation. While taking a few pictures I could not help but think that in a couple of weeks my tree will be stripped of all it's leaves. It will be left bare.
I really enjoyed my flower in my faith pot this year. It reminded me of my sister, Sharmayn, purple always does that. I noticed as I came back to the house that my flower was still in bloom. Yet, was dying. The stems had started turning brown and no longer held tight to the tiny buds it worked so hard to produce. Like it or not... Winter is on it's way. *sigh*We were asked several times today to jot down some things "I KNOW." I thought of my purple flowers and my tree full of Burnt Orange, Amber and Browns.
[I know each year Winter will come. She will stay for a while. But, I KNOW that the sun will shine and the warmth will come again.]
I am most grateful for the lessons I have been taught over the past couple of days. I'm a lucky girl you know. My Marc-a-Roni held down the fort quite nicely. He is good like that to me. [I KNOW I have him for Eternity... ]
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
16 August 2009
Have a free afternoon in Dallas? Head to The Dallas World Aquarium.The kids were intrigued right from the start. Fresh bamboo lined the path as we entered the building.
Mr. Penguin was happy to put on a show for the boys.
Ammon could not resist touching a bird that landed on the rope next to him. Although the bird was not all that happy.
Check out the guy in Gray... He looks as if he knows that My Marc-A- Roni is a swell Daddy!
Mr. Noah was thrilled to get into action with his brothers...
The boys were in HEAVEN in the SHARK tunnel....
Even Mr. Noah... As long as he was in Mama's arms...