Friday, December 21, 2012

4 months

and LOVIN IT...


daddy slept at the "hostibul" so look who made their way in to my bed during the night. i wonder if any of us slept. apparently it takes three little ford boys to make up for one big daddy ford boy. i loved it.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Love Her

O.K. So I never, I mean, hardly, Ever, purchase school photos. Especially preschool photos. Not quite sure if I ever have. So, I am never picky about what they wear. Don't really do their hair. It's kinda their day to do their own thing. 
Naomi did.
Shirt and pants were bought at a consignment sale.
She wore the necklace around her neck, and one around her head. 
Why not? 
You can see that she has her hands on her hips.
And you know, that SHE knows,
that she is 
It cost me $15 for two 5X7's.
But worth EVERY penny.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Goal: Complete

sooo,my high school buddy Teeny saved my life over Thanksgiving. Well, not really, but kinda. 
She helped me discover a kinda free lift at one of the ski resorts in Utah. Becasue of this, I was able to take my crazy oldest three...three times.
The result:
My goal of our trip to Utah was to get Will and Jake completely confident...and independent.
I couldn't believe it.
It actually happened.
The second and third days my dad came with me.
You would have never known he was in the ICU just one week before.
He is crazy...I know.
But, thanks to him, Jake took off.
Will was already well on his way
Naomi...well, we'll get her independent next year.

Luke Maxwell

We were lucky enough to go out to 
Utah for Thanksgiving. 
Of course, I was counting down the days before we got there to take my kids skiing and go Black Friday shopping with my two best mom and sister. 
But all in all...the best part was to be able to bless Luke with our families.
Here is the Lukester on his big day.
We love you, Luke

Friday, November 16, 2012

4 (fOuR) ForDs

I walked into the boys room and I saw Jake struggling to hang all of his clothes on hangers. He proceeded to climb up on his step stool and reach to put the clothes on his high closet bar.WHat are you doing, I asked."Oh," he replied, "I'm just trying to make your life easier."

Last night the kids were in the basement playing legos. Jake and Naomi were in the middle of a huge trade. (they switch each other pieces for what they need to create their one of a kind something)
Will could not stand idly by. I heard him say,
"Jake, that is a horrible trade. It is horrible. You're acting just like China with the United States."

Luke, is well, a three month old! He is the best smiler ever. We love you, baby Luke.
Will always gets mad at me when Luke starts to cry. He either says, "mom...feed him, quick." or he'll say, "mom, you just need to tell him how wonderful he is. hurry mom. just tell him that he's the best baby in the world." Your family loves you, baby Luke.

I went to pick up Naomi from preschool the other day and the teacher stopped me. She said, "I mean this as the highest compliment. I really do. Naomi sure marches to the beat of her own drum, doesn't she?"
Enough said.
And I couldn't love them any more. Thanks 4 Fords.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Halloween 2012

Friday, October 19, 2012


My daughter is becoming more and more of a diva every day. She has more shoes than all of us combined. Every (and I mean EVERY) time we leave the house, her choice of shoe is extremely important. If anyone is wondering what to get Naomi for Christmas, think SHOES. Size 11.5 or 12. 
Preferably pink. sparkles. more sparkles. red. 
She walks around the house and talks in an accent.
"oh, darling, it's so beautiful."
"oh mother, you look so beautiful today."
My favorite of all time was when I was 7 months pregnant with Luke.
Naomi and I were in the dressing room at Ross Dress for Less.
I needed a swimsuit for the Summer.
We went swimming practically every day and Naomi begged me to swim with her each time.
I was trying on size 16 swim suits. 
I put on a black beauty with a skirt.
Did I mention it was a size 16.
It fit like a glove. And for $10, I'll take it.
I told Naomi that I didn't feel very pretty in it.
And do you know what she said?
She rubbed her hand on my tummy to feel the material and announced,
"oh, mother, you look sooo beautiful."
I love my daughter.
Love her.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Goo Goo or Squinch

 My good friend took some pictures of Lukers at 3 weeks. Holy cow that seemed forever ago...

Now he is 2 months. 
Hey there, buddy.
I call him Goo Goo. 
Why? Well, I like to speak baby talk. I was getting my haircut the other day and I kept trying to soothe him on my lap by saying, "goo goo, gaa gaa" in super cute, high pitched baby voice. The hair stylist couldn't stop laughing. She said, "I really don't think I've ever actually heard someone really talking to their kid like that (in public)
 I usually just call him goo goo for short.
James on the other hand, calls him Squinch. 
He's always squinching.
You put him down. Squinch.
You tip toe out of the room. Squinch.
He doesn't have your complete and utmost attention. Squinch.
James comes home and asks,
"has the squinch been squinching?"
If the past fortells the future...
his nickname will be squinch.
James has been three for three so far.
Let's just make it four for four.
(or Goo Goo, yeah, right)

this is how Luke sleeps. When I took him to the doctor for his 2 month, the doctor said, "hmmm, it looks like he turns his head a little to the right."
I said, yeah, he has a little tourtacoulis (Will had the same thing). Looking at this picture, I think, "a little?"
The doctor said it might be wise to start stretching his head the other way a little bit. I guess I should. I'll get on that.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Coming True

The other night I took Jake to his soccer myself. No other kids. I love when that happens. Jake and I both know what it means. We get to stay after practice a little bit and practice our soccer moves on each other.
The other night the sun was definitely gone. The moon was slowly descending. It was more dark than light. I thought we would just go home.
Jake made us stay.
Can't we just practice "just a little bit?"
How could I say no?
Jake jumped in the goal box. His favorite position.
I got to shoot goals on him.
My favorite position.
We played longer and longer.
I could barely see the ball. But he wanted to keep playing.
I was shooting goals between the fine line of shooting hard enough that he had to work hard, but soft enough that I didn't score every time.
We were both loving it.
I could tell by the smile on my face, and his jumping up and down and clapping his hands together whenever he made a great catch.
I heard myself yell out from across the field when I could barely see the lines of his small body.
Guess what, Jake?
You are making my dreams come true!
When I was younger, I used to dream about having kids who would play soccer with me on a beautiful green soccer field. All by ourselves. And now my dream has actually come true.
I could see the outline of a smile swipe across his delicate face.
Thanks for making my dreams come true, I yelled.
We stopped playing shortly after that. We simply couldn't see the ball anymore.
I grabbed the ball, his water bottle, and of course, his right hand in the palm of my left.
I shuffled his hair, bent over and kissed his head.
I whispered, I love you, buddy.
He didn't respond...with his words.
He immediately took both of his arms, wrapped them both around my right arm and squeezed as tightly as he could.
We walked off the field walking as close to each other as possible.
The beautiful huge, green soccer complex that was completely empty...
except for me and my son.