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Our Little Miracle Brody is 3 months old today! Its been crazy and amazing! I have so much to post, but so little time!

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Halloween!

Passed Out

I don’t even know where to go back to so I am just picking things out from the last several months radomly. I have so neglected this blog!

Jesse nicely helped Luke and Stef move back to Genoa and how do they repay us? By sneaking Hat back into our possession in his book bag that he accidently left at their new place! For those of you who are asking “What the hell is Hat?” Hat is an orange and white stocking cap that we have been planting on each back and forth for the past 7 years. Hat had a 2 year hiatus as I believe Luke and Stef had lost him somewhere, but found him when they were packing up to move again. Hat has had some amazing plantings. My favorite time was when we had Luke’s mom wrap him up for us and he opened it on Christmas morning. He felt so betrayed that his mom had turned on him. She also snapped a picture at just the right moment to capture the betrayal and hurt in his eyes. I also enjoyed the time we had my sister build Luke a beautiful clock with the hat inside of it. He loved that clock. And then we started sending him postcards Karri had made with the clock being put together, with the hat inside. We weren’t there, but we heard he went bizerk on that poor beloved clock. Luke had some good ones on us, but I won’t give him any props on them on here because this is my blog, and therefore, I am the winner on all accounts. So now……we plot……and they wait……..for the return of HAT…..sometimes, its the waiting and not knowing that is hardest…

Morgan finished another year of gymnastics in May. We had our ups and downs with gymnastics thats for sure. Each week, she never wanted to put on her leotard or put her hair in the required pony tail. Every Monday night, I almost always ended up blowing my top because it was the same arguement over and over and over again. Girls can be so frustrating!

Back to gymnastics, my only goal for this second year was to see my little girl do a cartwheel. I never learned and could not master it all. I do remember my mom and my sister working with me in the backyard, but I just couldn’t get those stupid legs up and straight. I even cheated during the Freshmen PE gymnastics quarter for the cartwheel test. I waited until Mr Ripke was distracted and ran down the mat to the other end. I think I even yelled “Ta Da!” I must have gotten my check mark cause my A+ in PE was still firmly intact. Anywhoo…..every week as I watched Morgan, it grew more and more apparent to me that she posseses the same mental block of cartwheels that I suffer from. Alas, even though the cartwheel aludes her, she does great work on the parallel bars and can go all the way across and back and also does a very nice front roll and split roll so I can at least sleep at night with that knowledge.

Here are some pics from the gymnastics recital which lasted about 2 1/2 hours of which her little class of Tiny Tots were performing about 10 minutes. I will probably never trick Jesse into attending one of those ever again….

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It really has been a LONG time since I updated this blog that no one reads. Well, I guess you aren’t no one, so thanks for reading! Everything always gets shared on that social network nightmare, Facebook, so this poor blog gets left behind alot. Let me try to play catch up from February on….

Jesse and I were truly blessed with some miraculous news in mid January. We were informed that we are going to be parents again, in mid September! We had been told that after my stem cell transplant, I had less than a 5% chance of ever being able to have more kids so we had already accepted this and were just thankful for our little family of 3. We already felt so blessed having our little girl, beating cancer after a long battle, Jesse’s new career and my finishing my teaching certificate in December. All in all, we were pretty lucky already. We are very excited, although both of us have forgotten how to change diapers and neither of us are excited about the whole constant crying, explosive diaper, don’t-understand-what-they-want stuff. For reasons and planning beyond our own comprehension, we were chosen to be parents to this little miracle, and we are THANKFUL!

This is Morgan feeding the ducks at Schram Park in February. It started off as a beautiful day to feed the ducks. We brought some popcorn to feed them. It turns out, we were the only people there at that time and I think since it had been so cold, they hadn’t had visitors in awhile. As soon as a few geese and ducks caught on to the fact that free food was being distributed, we were ambushed by every living creature on the lake. The squawking and splashing as the hoards of birds rushed us was quite terrifying and is burned into my memory. Before we could be completely surrounded and most likely eaten alive, I grabbed the bag from Morgan, hurled it into the desperate mob of geese and scooped up my daughter and took off running. We stayed up on the hill for about 20 minutes waiting for the crowd to disperse before I felt it was safe for us to run back through to get to the car. Morgan kept looking at me like I had completely lost my mind, but I am telling you, I think those birds would have jumped us for sure. Anywhoo, I guess I am the only one scarred emotionally by this, at least, I haven’t heard Morgan crying at night in her sleep about killer geese and ducks…..