Oh it was a good day. It was good day here at The Bergerons. Waking up to a 20 month old with a bloody nose is a bad way to start, but you go up from there. Funniest part of the day was listening to an exchange between Ella (3) and Magggie (20 mos)
Ella: Are not
Maggie Are too
ELla Are not
Maggie: are too
Ella: Are not
Maggie: are too
Ella: Are not
Maggie: are too
Ella: Are not
Maggie:I love you
ELla:I love YOu
Maggie: I love you
ELla: I love you
Hilarious.
Reece and Mark went to the Daddy/Daughter dance at the Pool and Yacht Club tonight. We bid on a membership at Reece's school auction in the fall. It only sounds pretentious. Our yacht is an inflatable kayak. ANYWAY....Reece was so excited today and all week to get dressed up and go with Mark to this dinner/dance. It ended up being about 30 4 and 5 year olds dancing to "ABC" and "Loveshack" and "Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock-n-roll". She had the sweetest little corsage (5 little sweetheart roses) and looked so darn sweet in her Easter dress. She said it was the "best night of her life". You know those times your heart hurts because you see your little girl/boy acting so grown up and you get a glimpse of them at 18? Yea...that. (sigh)
I started reading The Shack tonight and I can't put it down. The whole story takes place in Oregon and they mention so many places that Mark and I have been with Reece during our time living in Portland. It is a little surreal and just makes it heartbreakingly easier to put yourself in this sad/beautiful/spiritual story. I have issues with loss, although I have experienced so little of it. How do people do it?
Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wearin' of the Green
St. Patricks Day 2009. All the girls were dressed in their green this morning. Ella was wearing a pretty lace headband this morning, which I realized stepping into the grocery store this morning was the garter from my wedding day. I do not think anyone noticed. Reece was dissappointed that the leprachaun trap that she had made in school didn't catch anything, and so was I.
Reece wore green skirt with green shirt and green bow Ella wore a Sham-ROCK shirt (adorable...circa Reece....thanks Aunt COlleen). Maggie and her "Kiss me I'm Irish and cute" shirt was a cute indeed. I wore a t-shirt that just said "Lucky Me". You know, your basic Old Navy, St. Paddy's Day T-shirt. About 1/2 way through the day I thought I should really invest in a nice green cardigan, green cords from J. Crew, or an Irish wool sweater. When you get to be 34 you just can't wear a T-shirt that says "I'm Lucky" and feel good about it. I think if I was wearing something more mature I would not have had this desire to pull the minivan over behind one of the busses on pub crawls today and yell "Hey guys, wait for me!". I never went out for St. Paddy's Day in college...now all of a sudden I get this urge on March 17th to drink Guiness, sing a little too loud, think about my great grandfater Daniel Coughlan and how he got from County Cork to New York to Iowa. It amazes me. I love being Irish.
While unloading the girls from the car after dance class (Ella and Reece are in the same one...yes it is a hoot.) We heard a bagpiper. When you hear a bagpiper, you just have to follow the melodic music and find out where it is coming from. A family the block over hired a bagpiper for the heck of it, we in their front yard clapping and drinking (Irish coffee perhaps?), kids were jigging (mine included once we got there) and they proceeded to march around the block waving as if they were in the middle of Dublin. It made my day as well as the rest of the neighborhood. I felt very Irish despite the fact we were having taco salad for dinnner.
Mark is not a lick of Irish, but I appreciate his effort. He wore green today, he played Celtic music, he picked up 2 Guiness's on the way home and he did a jig in the livingroom (seriously). The girls all danced for us, and it was just too cute. I am sure my grandmothers were smiling down on Reece's little red hair bouncing around.
A side note, tonight Ella pooped on the potty. Maggie was in bed and must have heard Ella yell from the bathroom that she "made a poop". Maggie starts yelling "I"m PROUD OF YOU ELLA, MAGGIE IS PROUD OF YOU!". Priceless.
We had a wonderful weekend in Omaha celebrating my beautiful baby niece Georgia's baptism. I know I have been blessed by my parents and my sisters and the love and laughs and faith that we all share (we missed you sue-z-q). Shelly gave Mark and I a plaque as a gift for being godparents. An Irish quote that reads:
"May those that love us love us.
Those that do not love us, may God turn their hearts,
and if He cannot turn their hearts may He turn their ankles,
so that we may recognize them by their limp."
Reece wore green skirt with green shirt and green bow Ella wore a Sham-ROCK shirt (adorable...circa Reece....thanks Aunt COlleen). Maggie and her "Kiss me I'm Irish and cute" shirt was a cute indeed. I wore a t-shirt that just said "Lucky Me". You know, your basic Old Navy, St. Paddy's Day T-shirt. About 1/2 way through the day I thought I should really invest in a nice green cardigan, green cords from J. Crew, or an Irish wool sweater. When you get to be 34 you just can't wear a T-shirt that says "I'm Lucky" and feel good about it. I think if I was wearing something more mature I would not have had this desire to pull the minivan over behind one of the busses on pub crawls today and yell "Hey guys, wait for me!". I never went out for St. Paddy's Day in college...now all of a sudden I get this urge on March 17th to drink Guiness, sing a little too loud, think about my great grandfater Daniel Coughlan and how he got from County Cork to New York to Iowa. It amazes me. I love being Irish.
While unloading the girls from the car after dance class (Ella and Reece are in the same one...yes it is a hoot.) We heard a bagpiper. When you hear a bagpiper, you just have to follow the melodic music and find out where it is coming from. A family the block over hired a bagpiper for the heck of it, we in their front yard clapping and drinking (Irish coffee perhaps?), kids were jigging (mine included once we got there) and they proceeded to march around the block waving as if they were in the middle of Dublin. It made my day as well as the rest of the neighborhood. I felt very Irish despite the fact we were having taco salad for dinnner.
Mark is not a lick of Irish, but I appreciate his effort. He wore green today, he played Celtic music, he picked up 2 Guiness's on the way home and he did a jig in the livingroom (seriously). The girls all danced for us, and it was just too cute. I am sure my grandmothers were smiling down on Reece's little red hair bouncing around.
A side note, tonight Ella pooped on the potty. Maggie was in bed and must have heard Ella yell from the bathroom that she "made a poop". Maggie starts yelling "I"m PROUD OF YOU ELLA, MAGGIE IS PROUD OF YOU!". Priceless.
We had a wonderful weekend in Omaha celebrating my beautiful baby niece Georgia's baptism. I know I have been blessed by my parents and my sisters and the love and laughs and faith that we all share (we missed you sue-z-q). Shelly gave Mark and I a plaque as a gift for being godparents. An Irish quote that reads:
"May those that love us love us.
Those that do not love us, may God turn their hearts,
and if He cannot turn their hearts may He turn their ankles,
so that we may recognize them by their limp."
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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