I'm truly blessed to say that
today my trio will celebrate 1,000 days of
enjoying life in our world. How awesome.
What a gift. I just don't take each day
for granted, especially as I grow older.
And there's no better way of
reminding me that I'm getting older than to
celebrate an even more special milestone - the
1st birthday of my first granddaughter, Camryn.
What an amazing thing! I remember being
young, holding my older 3 in my arms and saying,
"Please, God, let me live to see each of my
children grown, adjusted, happy, and with their
own families." That's all I've wanted.
So happy to see my dreams continuing to come
We celebrated my granddaughter's
first birthday with her (thank you for that
gift, Kristi), on Sunday. Four generations
of family were there. I just can't say I'd
ever felt like I was more bursting with joy and
happiness. I had all seven of my kids, my
parents, and my granddaughter all in one place -
very rare. My son-in-law, Paul, who's in
Iraq at the moment, was even on the phone to
sing "Happy Birthday" to their little girl,
not have been more wonderful.
If you care to watch the video
that will follow below, you'll hear a God-awful
rendition of Happy Birthday, but what's worth
listening for is Paul (Camryn's daddy) on the
phone in the background singing with us.
Because of the slight delay in the call from
Iraq, you can hear his voice follow ours.
It's precious! What an awesome way for him
to be with his family on Camryn's first
Okay, I'm going to let the
captions in these next pictures share what we've
been up to this month. There are so many
wonderful things about having a set of multiples
in the house - too many to count. They
share their mispronunciation of word a lot of
times. The latest has been barbeque sauce.
That's some how been translated into
cover-you-sauce. I suppose their version
of the word is inarguably more accurate.
They are DEFINITELY covered in BBQ sauce by the
end of a meal - and so are the floors, the
chairs and the table.
most wonderful part at the moment is hearing the little
conversations that go back and forth between
three 2-year-old siblings. Precious beyond
Ruca: "I Donkey-O (Pinocchio)
Nadia: "No, you not Donkey-O Rhoton,
I'm O-kee-oak (Pinocchio) Rhoton."
Ruca: "Yeah, okay. I'm a mermaid."
Nadia: "No, you Donkey-O. I'm Buzz
White-sheer." (Runs screaming To Infinity and
Ruca: "I'm a puppet...I'm a kitty.
Meow." (Saunters up purring.)
Me: "Okay, Ruca you're a puppet.
Nadia, you're Buzz Lightyear."
Nadia: "No, I not Buzz White-sheer."
Max: "I Maximan. Uh-oh. I broke it!"
Me: "Oh, Max. What'd you break now,
They sleep huddled in a group,
they console one another when they're scared,
they sing together, laugh together, and rarely (strangely enough) ever fight with one another.
The chaos is, for the most part, very upbeat.
We've had 1,000 days and 1,000
ways that those awesome crazy little ones have
touched my heart. Every
day's a gift.
Kelli and Angus
My trio at a Children's Museum in St. Pete.
Angus loves his niece, Camryn.
My littlest ones at the Florida Aquarium.
Aunties Ruca and Nadia and Uncle Max sharing Camryn's snack with her.
Angus's new buddy, Pinchy (who pinched him hard). A hermit crab with a Spiderman Shell.
Four generations. Does it get any better than this? All of my kids, my parents, me, and my granddaughter. Golden!
Ruca - those rosy cheeks are remnants of Fifth Disease, still hanging on in our house.
Camryn taking her first steps in the warm wonderful gulf water.
They were facing each other in almost mirror image.
Woody and the two Buzz Lighyears ready to watch Toy Story. Max (behind) was on his own program.