Eclectic Updates

Yeah - I finally sent our Christmas cards today! Time goes by so very quickly. Our little Samuel is getting so big! He is 8 weeks old and I'm guessing around 12lbs.

He is getting close to smiling. It is still very hit and miss. But he likes to raise his eyebrows a lot!


Making Christmas cookies!

Samuel's favorite position- 90 degree neck- to look at the ceiling.

The Fuzzball's are doing much better. They are working on their "synchronized snoozing"

A few weeks ago we had some freezing weather. Grandma Norine's ponds froze so we took the kids and my brother and sister out to play on the ice!

Abigail tried out ice skating. She really liked it despite the too big skates with wobbly ankles. She was very intent on practicing.

Chris then built a fire on the ice (crazy I know- he claims he saw it in a movie Ü ) and roasted hot dogs for lunch. The ice was fine - probably about 7 inches thick.



A thought that has been on my mind...

Isn't it funny how when we see a baby, we try to figure out who he looks like? "She's got mommy's eyes", "he has daddy's ears", "she looks like you when she sleeps" and so on. We get joy out of seeing a piece of us in someone else. And as a baby gets older their looks seem to change from looking like one parent or sibling to another. However, when that baby is much older, they look in the mirror and think "oh man, I look like my dad" or they might hear "you're turning into your mother" and these things bring a cringe. Although I am not innocent, I think this is sad. It makes me think of the fact that we are made in the image of God. We take joy in the fact that parts of us resemble our awesome God. Yet, we at times find our selves in situations where we might hope that the resemblance isn't so obvious, (like Peter, after Jesus was taken) we don't want to stand out or seem so very different from others. They might think we are strange or may not accept us. Oh the pressure of acceptance.This too is sad. I hope that in those times of pressure, I remember that no matter how I mess up, I am not only accepted, but intensely loved by my God. And what an honor to be made in His image. I pray that as I grow up I'll end up just like my Father.

Check out those cheeks!