two more security breaches...

Incident one: Noah cracks the "7777" entry code by nonchalantly peering over my shoulder and seeing the first three sevens entered.  He said "with three sevens in a row, I thought I would give it a chance".  Suspect leaves leading image.  

In the wake of that, we have break in two: suspect so graciously leaves a photo also.  So...with all the code changing, I'm having a hard time coming up with new pass-codes that I'll remember and have fallen into very easy to crack combinations.  Christian gave "1111" a shot and presto-open sesame. 

If I disciplined for these breaches, they may stop-but it's kind of funny...and they know it.

Five Friday

write for five minutes with no editing on the following:

prompt: ache

time: 4:00p

I'm going to go shallow and say my shoulders ache.  They do.  I've got my two nephews here and combined with my little boys-it's a lot of little boy running around.  Willem is sure he's going to be caught in the stampede and wanted to be held all morning.  Hence the aching shoulders.  At this point in time, I will keep the post shallow by saying mom's need to care for themselves so that they can care for others.  When it comes to aching muscles, the best weapon is heat.  So take a really hot shower, hot bath with epson salt added, fill a cloth bag or new tube sock with rice and microwave it, get hot rocks for massage or whatever else you can find for the job and take care of yourself.  This is not a new idea...but hopefully a reminder that it's okay and not selfish to find ways to manage the tension that seeps into being a mom, dad...or just life.

That's all I've got for you today.  Drink some herbal tea with that hot rice bag on your neck for 10 minutes...you'll feel better honest.

time: 4:05p

Ann

I double heart the twiners...

Luke has a major crush on Ellers and Grayson just makes me laugh the little stinker.  He doesn't hold still for long, that's for sure. =)

12 months...

Fabulation

Definition of FABULATION

: the act of inventing or relating false or fantastic tales

This word has been eating away at me lately.  Can't say exactly why it bothers me so much.  I think it cuts in deep because I truly believe, down to my core in things that could be considered fantastic by others... actually much more than that; awe inspiring, cause for laying flat on the floor, wonder filled, wide eyes beautiful things.  And then someone came along and said...that's cute, I'll call it fabulation.  Not that I met the man...he wrote it down and I met that instead.

I don't like it-the feeling it left.

I'm not coping or running away from reality by way of fabulation.

As a matter of fact, I'm facing what I see and feel head on, using every mental capacity I have at my disposal.  There are things in life that change you forever-and should change you.  I've held a newborn son in my arms and watched his eyes dilate and focus on me.  Sure you can say I was under the influence of medication... or say that I was emotional even hormonal...say that I was taken in by the event...say that I fabulated the feeling that God was there as a new life was made known.  But I say, something real happened and when real things happen, you can label it and walk away...or you can face it and decide what you believe.  I think the latter is harder to do-not the easy way out.  How is it, that a baby, minutes old, could look toward a familiar voice and try to focus on a face?  I'm not asking how this response evolved over millions of years...How did a perfect ear, filled with tiny moving parts pick up sound; perfect mechanically designed eyes take in a shape?  I need a better answer than millions of years and no God after looking at that little face.

I don't have to invent the fantastic tale...becuase it's being told by a being far beyond my little story.  And as far as being false...well... whether we choose to believe or not is a belief in it's self.

from my cousin Caleb in WI...

Maelle...

more memorable overnight...

I had the honor of meeting little Maelle two days ago for a newborn shoot...now these pictures are more memorable.  Thanks for the honor of being part of something so special.