More Snow!

 

We got more snow last night! The base closed down and Aaron didn't have to go to work today!

 

It's hard to believe that we've gotten 43.4 inches of snow this month. I am definitely ready for some warmer weather!

Hide and Seek

Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, sixteen, seventeen.

Ready or not!

Here Aiden comes, with Lankey!

Naps

Aiden hasn’t been taking very good naps this week. We have been trying to explain the importance of a daily nap and told him that even “big boys” like his Poppy and cousin Alex take naps. Fifteen minutes after putting Aiden down for his nap today, I heard him yelling. When I went to check on him, I found him completely naked. While putting his clothes back on, I again mentioned the importance of taking a nap. He said, “Alex take naps, Momma?” I told him yes. “Jesus take naps, Momma?” Again, I said yes. Couldn’t help but laughing at that one.

Spring Snow

 

 

 Sunday night we got what I considered to be a pretty ridiculous forecast

 

Monday night Aaron received a phone call stating not to come into work

on Tuesday because of the storm. It snowed Monday night,

all day Tuesday, Tuesday night (Aaron got a call that night

stating not to come into work on Wednesday) 

and then a little on Wednesday.

 

Tuesday: Day one of the snow storm

 

Wednesday: Day two of the snow storm
 

Neighborhood truck almost buried by a snow drift

 

It was really hard for me to tell how much snow we got.

The wind blows so much out here on the prairie, that there were huge

drifts in many areas, but then not much snow in other areas. 

We had a drift in our backyard that was almost covering our chain-link fence.

There were areas of snow up to my knees but then other areas

that looked like they only had a few inches.

 

The forecast was actually correct this time!

 

I am thanking the Lord for the moisture because we really needed it!

I can't wait to see how green the grass will be after all this snow melts.

And, we are supposed to get another storm next week!



The Value of a Handwritten Note

It seems like as social media is becoming more prevalent, the less handwritten notes are exchanged. I tend to be a little bit of a pack rat- I save little things that I think I might use at a later date or things that have sentimental value. I was looking through some of these things recently and came across the following note:

I am happy that I saved this note. Happy that I have a little reminder of my Grandpa Lambert before his health and mind began to decline, and the days that seemed to be a little easier and simpler for us all.

My oh my! How time flies!

Thinking back to a hot, muggy day in August. I was two days away from being 39 weeks pregnant. I was huge, uncomfrotable and could barely waddle around on my swollen feet. Aaron and I had some errands to run in town and then we decided to take a drive. We ended up in Sturgis, in the middle of what's known in these parts as the "Rally". We figured we might park the car, get out and walk around for a little while, just to get a feel for what this bike rally is all about. This day, after all was our second to last day of "freedom" before I was to be induced.

Concerned about how big the baby was getting, my doctor reccommended that I get induced one week before my due date. My dad, mom and little sis were planning on arriving in Rapid City the next day. We thought we'd go out to dinner and then, early Monday morning we would head to the hospital so I could have this baby.

After circling the town of Sturgis for a good twenty minutes, and realizing there was absolutely no where to park, we drove through the center of town, and then left. As we were driving through the hills, trying to share the road several large men riding Harley's, a song we had never heard came on the radio.

I remember sayin' I don't care either way

Just as long as he or she is healthy, I'm okay

And then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen

And said, "You see that thing right there? Well, you know what that means"

 

I think in that moment, we realized that we were going to be parents. We were going to be responsible for raising a little boy who would grow into a young man. Later that night, I started having contractions. We went to the hospital, and hours later I gave birth to Aiden. It sounds cliché, but hearing him cry was the most joyous moment of my life. The moment I got to look into his eyes, he had me. I fell madly in love. Fast forward two-and-a-half years later. I am a proud Momma to the most remarkable little boy in the world. Recently, I have been witnessing some of what is predicted in the song:

 

He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike too fast

 

Aiden and I go to the park frequently and he is becoming quite the dare devil, climbing up some monkey bars that I think are "too tall" for such a little guy. Aiden has had his Strider bike (what he calls his "cycle bike") for a year now, and I cannot believe how fast he gets going on that thing. "Too fast" sometimes. I must say that the past two-and-a-half years have flown by. I know that the years will continue to fly and before we know it:

 

He'll [be] probably [staying] out too late and [driving] his car too fast