tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74720805578154509952012-02-07T19:38:45.260-08:00A journal to my daughters - 5 girls 5 years apart.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-46209309055625493312011-06-17T12:39:00.001-07:002011-06-19T11:03:39.989-07:00

Stella's Pre-K GraduationStella graduated from Pre-K. She actually had 2 graduation ceremonies - one from her afternoon speech & language program, and the other from her pre-k morning program.Part of the program involved announcing what each child wanted to be when they grew up, and to be perfectly honest I was a bit nervous as to what Stella would respond. There were 6 graduating pre-k classes

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6 months ago you barely spoke, or rather I barely understood. Now, sweet Stella, you love to tell stories and sing songs . . . almost non-stop.I have to admit that this school year started off a bit rocky with concerned conversations with the teacher on how you would not listen or leave the playground. Days without earning the coveted sticker to show you had stayed on Green Bear behavior. Many

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-87383606345241720822011-01-16T08:48:00.000-08:002011-01-18T21:24:35.299-08:00

This morning in church I was reminded that my life is lived within a community of believers. Pastor Ken's sermon was on the journey of faith, and how faith acts as the handle by which we can grip the issues of life. Obedience being the driving force that allows faith to become an ongoing verb.How does this relate to the community in which I belong? Almost a year ago, Papi and I began to pray

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-61295324312147787562010-09-22T18:42:00.001-07:002010-09-23T07:07:32.200-07:00

What happens when your 8 year old daughter wants to help with dishes while you are at the store?Yeah, I was at the store buying dishwasher soap. We were able to have an enlightening discussion on the difference of dishwasher and regular dish soap. The upside is the kitchen floor was super clean for about 10 minutes.Sweet Abigail, I feel like you are in this fun/difficult/energetic - maddening

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I'm going to veer a bit from my 'normal' writing style to share a bit about what is happening right now in our lives.Arturo wrote a blog about Stella, and how he has realized that she is bringing us both to a new level of parenting (truly the nicest way to say that she tries both of our patience in the most extreme way). Some days it seems to work well, and other days . . . I just need to hide

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-52475626522494384892010-08-28T20:38:00.000-07:002010-08-29T09:34:01.407-07:00

I admit it girls, I LOVE to watch Project Runway and Top Chef! I think you might be able to see a connection with Top Chef . . . I love to eat - especially if I am not making the food - and I really do enjoy baking and cooking delicious meals & desserts. Project Runway on the other hand may baffle you . . . I admit that I choose function over fashion, and haven't accessorized since the 80's

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-42611641205283795532010-08-10T07:07:00.000-07:002010-08-10T08:00:53.098-07:00

Sweet, sassy Stella - it is your 4th Birthday!! Stella, I love that I am able to hold a full conversation with you - singing every word like we were in some crazy musical. You truly have an energy and spunk that equally makes me laugh hysterically and exacerbates me immensely. Whatever you are engaged in - it is 100%. Whether it is caring for your sisters, and tenderly helping them . . . or

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Conversation #1:Abi - "Can I get a cell phone for my birthday?"Mom - "No."Abi - "Why?"Mom - "Because you are 8, and besides school and the back yard you are always with me. Also, you don't even know our phone number."Abi - "If I memorize it can I get a cell phone?"Mom - "No."Abi - "When can I get a cell phone?"Mom - "When you can drive."Abi - "Can I ask Papi if I can get a cell phone?"Mom - "Sure

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"Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but deceitful are the kisses of an enemy." Proverbs 27:6When I was younger and 'older' people would say that you can count your true friends on one hand . . . well, I honestly didn't believe them. I thought I had lots of true friends. Looking back, I really think I had a lot of friends, but unfortunately time is not easy on friendships. Friends move. I

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For the past 2 years around February and March, I realize that I have been a bit . . . emotional - teary eyed - sentimental (don't ask Papi what he calls it - remember, this is my story). Once I pause to acknowledge my emotions, I immediately know the origin of these sometimes unwanted friends = memories of my journey with Chloe & Claire and unabashed gratitude for their health & the health of

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"Look at me" seems to be the popular saying at our house lately. Whether it is a new dance move, dressed up as a princess, flips over the couch, opening up the fridge to get a cheese stick, jumps on the trampoline . . . pretty much anything and everything seems to merit a "look at me mom". I'll be honest, I get annoyed sometimes. Sometimes I'm on the phone, cooking dinner, folding laundry,

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When I was pregnant with Jillian my earrings suddenly became itchy. I tried hypoallergenic earrings. I tried silver - gold - anything. No good. I was a bit sad. I like earrings. Nothing like the 80's where I wore HUGE hoops, or one big earring and one small earring - but still I like earrings. Any earrings I tried made my ears itch. Apparently pregnancy can change your body chemistry. My

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This past summer we spent a few days at Pap & Grandma Linda's house in TN, and packed in as much as possible in those few days. You girls LOVED everything . . . swimming, boating, feeding fish, tubing, eating s'mores, and spending time with Pap & Grandma Linda. Pap let you girls drive the boat - even Stella - Pap has always been a brave man. This is the second summer in a row we have spent

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-58879776037677993572009-09-28T06:15:00.000-07:002009-09-28T12:16:08.379-07:00

Girls this summer - of 09' - we went on lots of trips. Or as Abi called them 'field trips'. Our first trip was to Branson, Missouri for a family reunion on Grammy's side of the family. Over 10 years ago Grammy's family began getting together every other summer for almost a week, and it has been a great time to see family we do not get to see often.We did lots of fun things: go-carting, Butterfly

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Girls, this is my 100th entry. I wanted to do something special so I asked all of the women in the family - both mine & Papi's to send some advice your way. Anything they thought would help you in life. There is a wide array of things in this list. Enjoy my daughters, and know that you are surrounded by some amazing women who love you, pray for you, and will be your heros. You girls walk with a

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We were invited - by an extremely brave family - to join them at their condo on St. Simon's Island over Memorial Day Weekend. Yes, it was Alexa and her family. I don't know if anyone else would have invited us or if I would have been comfortable enough invading anyone else's place. Alexa, I think, knew what she was getting into. Her parents on the other hand . . . are troopers. Walking into

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Abigail, Papi & I are so proud of you. Susie Dasher Elementary School had their honors program today, and thanks to Ms. Val, both Papi and I attended. I have to admit that walking into the gym full of students & parents waiting to see if their children will receive an award, I got a little swept up in the competition of it all. I know you are amazing, and I wanted to see you receive a bunch of

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Stella, Chloe & Claire attend our church's pre-school. Stella goes 2X a week & Chloe & Claire go 1X, and last week was the end of the year program. Everyone brings a finger food to share, the program starts at 7, and we get to celebrate a year of pictures, fun & knowledge. All good stuff, but I admit that it somewhat stresses me out. There was a great slideshow and 2 classes who presented songs &

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Stella you are 3. You've practiced very hard to coordinate your three fingers to let people know your age. It would be nice if you could say you were three, but you really are not talking too much. OK, I take that back - you talk ALL of the time, but I believe you are speaking a language I do not know. Seems like Chloe & Claire understand you perfectly, but mommy . . . well I'm having a hard

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-1355826342406144862009-04-26T19:25:00.000-07:002009-04-28T16:34:55.755-07:00

Abi singing at Camp WallaballaAbi waiting to perform her solo alongside Julia.Abi after the show with her proud sister, Jillian.Camp Wallaballa came to our church, and Abi sang a solo. Once I got over the cheesy title - it was a blast. Abi, you did an AMAZING job. The play was about the Promises of God. Knowing them, having them play an active role in our lives, and trusting God to keep them.

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-69123522945865255162009-04-13T11:19:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:41:00.792-07:00

You are 7 years old! Happy Birthday! Abigail, what I love most about you is your sweet, sensitive heart. You have set an amazing example to your younger sisters about sharing, helping, and you LOVE being a part of a bigger family. You are a true blessing. Abigail, you love to read. In fact your teacher says that she catches you hiding your books & reading during your math lesson. Yes, you

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-48890062664536466162009-04-01T10:41:00.000-07:002009-04-04T10:31:39.530-07:00

Chloe & Claire, you girls celebrated your 2nd birthday (a few days ago). There are two overwhelming feelings that describe how I feel about you girls getting older: relief & gratitude.I feel a sense of relief because that first year was HARD. I can sum up a lot by saying that Mommy does not function well on lack of sleep. As you girls get older, I am enjoying you more & more. It is a pure delight

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-57402170173155388882009-03-16T17:09:00.000-07:002009-03-18T18:10:06.773-07:00

I know some mothers will watch this video & immediately break out into a sweat, feel anxious, or praise God this is NOT their backyard & these are NOT their children. I guess with 5 young daughters I have chosen to pick & choose when to say no to messy play. Didn't we all play with mud at one point as a child & LOVED it? If playing with mud becomes something the girls want to do on Friday

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-36738610613763948062009-03-15T11:24:00.000-07:002009-03-15T18:17:35.970-07:00

Yesterday was Grammy's birthday. I decided to ask the girls what they liked best about Grammy.Abi said:- The way Grammy reads us stories- Grammy's kisses & hugs- Her face- How she sings to usJillian said:- Her food- Her stories- How she tucks us in at night- How she plays with usI am sure Stella, Chloe & Claire would have some similar compliments. Even when we lived in the Dominican Republic

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-31397179853205153302009-03-11T06:57:00.000-07:002009-03-11T07:18:48.486-07:00

We got Guira (named after a Dominican musical instrument) while we were in the Dominican Republic. Jillian was not even a year old. I honestly have regretted getting her at times, only because it has been another living thing that I have to care for. Though every time I feel annoyed because she wants to go outside for the 20th time in an hour . . . I have to admit that she is an INCREDIBLE dog

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-37379592014373952762009-03-03T14:50:00.000-08:002009-03-03T19:19:06.242-08:00

Chloe 'tackles' Claire a LOT. Claire loves to be chased & doesn't mind the initial tackle, but does NOT like when Chloe just lays on her. Honestly, I wouldn't either. Sadly I believe she has learned this unladylike behavior from her sister, Stella, who is the QUEEN of tacklers. Stella tackles everyone & the dog. Sadly I believe Stella has learned her unladylike behavior from . . . Papi. He

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Abi you have lost 7 teeth already.  Once you feel a tooth somewhat loose, you begin to 'work' on it.  You ask me to check how loose it is, and to give an estimate of when I can pull it out.  Now, you are the type of girl who screams bloody murder if I need to pull out the smallest splinter from your foot.  But, pulling teeth seems to tap into your courage & you will endure quite a bit of pushing,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-13944507205435422472009-02-08T08:39:00.000-08:002009-03-16T12:18:15.224-07:00

Stella got sick on Friday night - I was NOT going to go into details, but . . . Stella has a habit of crawling in bed with Abi & GiGi. So I woke up to Stella crying, and the first thing I heard when I walked into the room was Abi. 'Stella puked on me a few times.' she said so calmly I almost didn't believe her. Well . . . to cut out a few chunky details, Abi had to change pj's, and I had to

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-43758198460960697722009-02-04T04:48:00.000-08:002009-02-04T04:53:15.294-08:00

Papi was testing a new camera lens called a 'fisheye'.  He had  lot of fun & got some funny pics. of you girls.Love it when you all are playing and/or focused on something together.

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-41176234246869032522009-02-01T17:10:00.000-08:002009-02-02T06:26:09.418-08:00

Girls, today is the perfect day to tell you about where I grew up.  Pennsylvania!  Today is SuperBowl Sunday & the Steelers are playing the Cardinals.  The Half-Time show is playing with Bruce Springsteen singing the hits that we can all sing along to.  The Steelers are leading & it is an exciting game.  And I would bet all 5 of you girls that Pap is watching the game right now.Pap & Grammy are

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-80093177652822490212009-01-21T18:44:00.000-08:002009-01-21T20:17:52.898-08:00

Tia Kelly is my best girl friend, and I have known her literally ALL of my life.  She is 14 months older than me, and we have always been close.  Grammy said we would 'talk' to each other while in our cribs.  I could never picture that until Chloe & Claire did the exact same thing night after night.  We always had something to talk about, and we still do.  We always shared a room, and I can

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-57227031201272737932009-01-15T19:18:00.000-08:002009-01-15T19:20:10.034-08:00

Alright girls, as you have probably have noticed I’m not a frequent writer on this blog (I’m usually the one holding the camera :), but since mommy is speaking at a women's conference in MI and I got to spend this weekend with you I figured I better jot something down.I know your mom have written endless words describing your growth, laughs, questions and experiences so my focus isn’t going to be

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-97247918023238352009-01-11T12:24:00.001-08:002009-01-11T17:16:43.625-08:00

JANUARY 6TH, 200110 years of friendship8 years of marriage5 beautiful daughters5 houses/apartments lived in2 countries lived in1 pet'. . . and they shall become one flesh.' Genesis 2:24I remember when I was quite a bit younger thinking that this verse was mainly geared towards sex.  Now don't blush girls, if you are reading this I am sure we have already had many talks on this subject.  And I'm

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-67943821676114865052008-12-31T11:33:00.001-08:002008-12-31T11:52:36.811-08:00

We are super excited b/c 11 of our friends, whom we met in the Dominican Republic, are coming today for New Years. So . . .Papi had to work this morning with all of the final details for his upcoming ski trip with the youth.  And Mommy?  Well, I'm in the kitchen making food for our guests so that I won't spend the ENTIRE time in the kitchen, getting the girls lunch ready, and talking with some

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-57455128655074665762008-12-28T13:05:00.000-08:002008-12-28T18:16:56.129-08:00

We had a great Christmas.  Grammy, Tio Frank, Tia Sarah, Frankie, Micah & Ruthie were here with us. We REALLY missed Tia Kelly.  It was nice to wake up with a house full of family.  We kept the door going into the living room closed so that we could all go in together - plus you kids wouldn't see the presents.  We got Chloe & Claire up, and Grammy wanted to say a prayer before we went in to open

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-20885712299843597092008-12-18T03:55:00.000-08:002008-12-20T17:01:59.249-08:00

Christmas Programs with LOTS of children are more than a bit chaotic.  Stella, Chloe & Claire you had your program on Wednesday.  Stella, you were an angel.  Let me rephrase.  You were dressed as an angel, and you looked angelic for the first 5 minutes.  Chloe & Claire, you were stars.  Let me rephrase.  You wore star necklaces  - or rather - you chewed on star necklaces.  The curtained opened,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-5032877970828664062008-12-09T20:33:00.000-08:002008-12-09T20:48:01.309-08:00

We went to Grammy's house for Thanksgiving (more on that later - when I find time). Papi had just got a new camera, and was excited to use it. So you brave girls, Abi & Jillian - & mommy, got up to go to the beach for a sunrise shot (actually anyone who knows mommy well will be a bit surprised that she agreed - or was talked into- getting up before sunrise to make it there & with NO coffee).

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Abi, you were chosen for 2 solos this Christmas. One for the church's Christmas program & one for your school. I am so very proud of you. You worked hard to memorize your part, and you had so much fun! I think I was more nervous than you were, shocker. Our church has an amazing music program, and anyone who wants a speaking part or solo has to audition. OK, you're right - everyone who

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-77089631973603712332008-12-03T14:12:00.000-08:002008-12-05T05:48:54.584-08:00

A few weeks have slid by since I wrote something, and mainly because I have not had a fully functioning brain. At least, it appears this may be the problem. There are days when I can say that a busy schedule, sick child or little sleep has compounded the problem (and you girls may read this & had assumed that I have always been this way). I seem to remember a time when my brain functioned at

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-7086807368519293512008-11-19T13:02:00.000-08:002008-11-19T13:19:34.118-08:00

Papi has been practicing on his new camera, and you girls have been willing models. You each have so many different 'looks', and at times I see a glimpse of a much older little girl - it's a bit scary.  I am VERY grateful that Papi is doing such a wonderful job at capturing our family in photos.

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-54155697527932169042008-11-15T10:09:00.000-08:002008-11-17T10:26:26.941-08:00

Girls, life can be a funny thing.  I've noticed (& heard) that life with little ones - meaning you girls - seems like a day lasts forever and a year is gone in the blink of an eye.  This is so true.  Motherhood has a crazy dichotomy of being extremely busy, repetitive, intense, focused, repetitive, monotonous, slow, repetitive, boring, and repetitive all wrapped up into 24 hours.  There are days

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-40710169098786428542008-11-12T03:52:00.000-08:002008-11-12T03:59:39.412-08:00

Stella, these next few pics are SO you!  You play hard, laugh hard, and love hard. Yes, sometimes your love attacks are a bit rough - but you are 100%.  I pray you always will live life 100% for Jesus - you  CANNOT go wrong!

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-71228690966756186692008-11-07T18:30:00.001-08:002008-11-07T18:57:12.784-08:00

This past Tuesday was a historic moment for the United States of America.  This nation elected Barack Obama as our President.  He is the first black man to be president.  Now, when you girls finally read this journal, this may not seem like a big deal . . . but it is.  These are exciting times on so many different levels, and maybe I can encourage Papi to write something about this as well.  Papi

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-18493266833086004502008-11-02T10:35:00.000-08:002008-11-02T12:55:23.997-08:00

This past Thursday our church held a Trunk-or-Treat.  You all LOVED it.  Now, let me start off by saying that Halloween is one of those holidays that can create a dilemma amongst fellow believers.  I know the history of it - the inception - and I also KNOW that it has no hold or authority on me.  Now if we lived somewhere or went to a church that did not participate in anything Halloween, it

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-45927981281175062012008-10-23T17:44:00.000-07:002008-10-30T18:09:09.983-07:00

You girls are blessed with some amazing cousins.  We do not get to visit with everyone, but we do get to see Frankie, Micah, & Ruthie more often.  Abi, since you & Frankie are 6 months apart; and Jillian, you and Micah are 6 months apart - you often form partnerships with each other.  (Sorry, Ruthie - I told your mama to stick with the pattern so Stella would have a little partner, but . . . now

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-34924508860804019892008-10-21T17:56:00.001-07:002008-10-22T12:59:47.385-07:00

This past Sunday Papi and I had the honor of dedicating you - Jillian, Stella, Chloe & Claire - to God with family, friends, and our local congregation as witnesses and participants in this dedication. (Abigail, you were dedicated with Frankie & Marley when you were a baby.)  What does that mean?  We recognize that you are God's.  We are acknowledging that your life is His, and it is our desire

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-82877233518360622962008-10-14T20:48:00.000-07:002008-10-14T21:49:21.831-07:00

Pure JOY is watching you girls not just play together, but ENJOY each other.  My heart melts as I watch you care for each other, help each other, remember each other, encourage each other - basically LOVE each other.  There have been times when I worry that having a larger family will make it easier for one of you to get lost in the cloud of pink; but as I watch you girls together it is confirmed

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-72279743323361305252008-10-12T18:29:00.000-07:002008-10-12T18:33:18.042-07:00

Need I say more than the title??? (said with eyes rolling)  You can probably tell by her lack of tears that this happens FAR more than it should.

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This post is about women who have changed me.  But to tell it adequately I need to introduce you to a man who introduced us.  Rafa was one of the first people I met when I moved to the Dominican Republic.  He was a 'volunteer' leader for Young Life.  I had NEVER seen someone with so much passion & dedication - as a volunteer.  Rafa is amazing.  His story in a nutshell is:  He was living in Santo

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-37260192024577916242008-10-02T10:42:00.000-07:002008-10-06T10:03:49.628-07:00

Jillian - you are finally 5 years old.  Everyone else in the family has a March, April, May, or June birthday & you have had to wait all the way to October.  There were some days I wasn't sure you were going to make it.  You have asked countless times, 'Is today my birthday? Tomorrow?  Next week?'  And when I said no, your reply was 'my birthday isn't until forever.'  I know sweetie, it has

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-58828130604243225492008-10-01T07:28:00.000-07:002008-10-01T07:30:33.772-07:00

Gotta love the mess in the kitchen in the background.  Love even more that my girls are 'playing' with me & loving it.  My sister was in town visiting & brought this with her for us to play - and ROCK OUT we did.

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Presidential elections, financial crisis, high gas prices & leans - seems like we are smack in the middle of precarious times.  I am hoping that when you girls finally read this journal, all of these things will be truly history & would have had NO long term lasting affects.  I really don't know.I have stated before that I have NOT been good at keeping up with current affairs of our nation or

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-25713070068191019792008-09-28T17:54:00.000-07:002008-09-28T18:16:31.234-07:00

Arturo has a program where we can look at 'this week's pictures'.  As I was looking at how random these pictures where, I thought of . . . the Bible.  Yeah, I know I'm weird.  Especially Psalms & Proverbs, which seem so eclectic, random, not ordered, emotional, disjointed . . . well - life.  Who doesn't have a week where you experience almost all of the emotions, energy levels, thoughts & dreams

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-85599058859259339442008-09-22T17:02:00.000-07:002008-09-26T18:45:58.245-07:00

Jen came to visit last weekend, and I knew it would be a perfect opportunity to write to you girls about friendships.  The combination of a busy week, and the difficulty of truly capturing what it means to be a friend has been a bit more challenging than I anticipated.  Girls, you will encounter people as you journey through this life who you will forge a friendship with.  I specifically use the

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-76981477501744573512008-09-19T18:04:00.000-07:002008-09-21T16:40:24.589-07:00

Jillian had a book parade today at Hillcrest Preschool.  There was a police car, fire truck, and part of the local high school band playing.  A 'true' parade.  Each class represented a book.  Jillian's class chose . . . ? hmmm, I have absolutely NO idea what their book was - oops.  Her main teacher has been out on maternity leave, and I never received a note about the book or if she was supposed

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-57878865850331879922008-09-18T06:20:00.001-07:002008-09-18T06:35:22.108-07:00

Our family LOVES music.  There is almost always some sort of music playing.  Whether it is one of your toys playing nursery rhymes or a counting song, or mommy & Papi's music = there is music.  You girls instinctively sway your body, clap your hands, move your feet - you dance.  You dance unabashedly, and when it is just you & mommy - I also dance.I think that is one of the privileges of being a

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-19602481215990437672008-09-17T06:16:00.000-07:002008-09-17T08:54:34.546-07:00

Stella (not pictured), Chloe & Claire wanted to carry around baby dolls wrapped in blankets.  I think I rewrapped baby dolls 100 times - it was pretty cute.Angie started Wordful Wednesday - it's fun!

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-87359627619878202082008-09-14T17:13:00.000-07:002008-09-16T19:48:24.921-07:00

Yesterday we packed everyone in the car and headed to Athens.  The one in Georgia - wouldn't a little trip to Greece be nice though? (maybe not with 5 little ones, but . . .)  A friend from college who I last saw at my wedding had just moved there, and we were able to visit.  It is so funny getting together with friends who you bummed around with in college & now your kids are running around

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-51526207478575998652008-09-14T10:37:00.000-07:002008-09-14T10:44:12.878-07:00

I was moving the refrigerator to clean under there - ok, I wasn't going to clean under it - I dropped something.  Anyway, I moved the fridge & saw this:Yes, a BIG spider.  But then I realized it wasn't moving & looked a little weird.  It was a plastic spider.  Girls, you LOVE animals, insects, reptiles - basically anything that breathes.  This is another reason we have GOT to keep all toys in the

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-7314107014580796232008-09-12T05:45:00.000-07:002008-09-12T09:27:39.281-07:00

There is so much to say & so many ideas & stories swirling through my head, that it is hard to know where or how to start sharing about this amazing country & my amazing experience there.  Aha!  I'll start at the beginning.  What a novel idea.A phone call:Me:  'hello Marv?  My name is Tracy and I'm interested in coming on Young Life staff to somewhere in latin america.'Marv:  'Great!  Do you

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-21725487379570749302008-09-08T19:29:00.000-07:002008-09-08T20:04:19.929-07:00

Claire needs to sleep.  Ok, let me revise that.  Claire NEEDS to sleep the whole night through.  She can even wake up once before 10 - I'll deal.  But lately she has been waking up, crying/screaming, throughout the night.  By throughout the night, I mean at least 8 times.  But who's counting?  I was wasting - I mean spending time blog surfing (not sure if that is even a real phrase), and I saw

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-63590541652283777442008-09-07T12:19:00.000-07:002008-09-07T12:28:39.910-07:00

I'm all about bribing - or rather rewarding you girls for listening to mommy the first time.  It has been so hard (to put it mildly) to get you guys to clean your playroom, so . . . I may have found a new incentive.  Indoor Camping.  Not sure how we sto, uhm came by this tent (I think Frank & Sarah), and I am grateful.  In order for it to fit, the playroom floor needs to be visible - what more

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-33019156582132579272008-09-05T07:42:00.000-07:002008-09-05T08:12:19.964-07:00

I need to tell you more about the Dominican Republic.  I know you will visit there as you get older, I know you will hear LOTS of music from there, and I know you will fall in love with this country.  Remember, girls, that this is your country too.  You are half Dominican, and it is an amazing & wonderful thing.  I know you do not always enjoy or understand why Papi and I make you speak Spanish,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-63550810863176221052008-09-04T18:45:00.000-07:002008-09-04T18:51:22.467-07:00

One of my personal goals for the start of the school year was to go to bed at a decent hour.  Like 10pm.  Especially since I usually have interrupted sleep (which I hope will NOT last much longer).  The Democratic & Republican Conventions have derailed my attempt at heading to bed earlier.  I came into this political race a bit late, and feel that I need to catch up quickly & get myself  as

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-39043752519546040612008-09-01T06:09:00.000-07:002008-09-01T10:34:13.248-07:00

Today is Labor Day.  A long weekend.  We were supposed to be at my brother's visiting.  In fact we left Friday, picked up Grammy at the airport & met Sarah & the kids for dinner at a kid friendly restaurant.  We had a wonderful time, and I was looking forward to a LONG visit with them.  Here is a brief breakdown of what happened.- Jillian pukes (not sure if it's too much junk food & a late night)

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-58542783330244669722008-08-27T10:23:00.000-07:002008-08-27T13:48:25.376-07:00

Arturo is an extremely diverse & talented guy - and I think pretty hot!  Anyways, within the past year he has discovered a talent & liking to photography.  This has been a huge blessing, since I am not in the habit of taking pictures. So it is very nice to have lots of great pictures of our kids, and environment.  By environment I mean the nature out our backdoor.  Here are some of Arturo's

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-14064637569756347712008-08-25T13:15:00.000-07:002008-08-25T13:35:42.709-07:00

This morning started at 3:30 am when Jillian came into our room asking if she could watch TV. I honestly think I was still partly sleeping because I told her yes, just keep the volume on low.  It was after she left that I became slightly more conscious - as much as you can be at 3:30 am - and thought why am I letting her watch TV at . . . what time is it?  Good grief, that child was WIDE awake

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-17925703398553826062008-08-24T10:17:00.000-07:002008-08-24T10:30:48.856-07:00

We invaded my brother & sister-in-law's house this past weekend to meet Ruthie.  She is beautiful!!  How fun it was to see all of the kids so gentle, curious, and in love with Ruthie.  She is a very good baby who has quickly adjusted to life with 2 active brothers.  Ruthie was born 7lbs 11ozs, and I was expecting a bigger baby.  I guess because of Chloe & Claire I have this idea of babies being

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-8884839666365657362008-08-21T09:48:00.000-07:002008-08-21T09:54:59.924-07:00

Not much to say.  An amazing father, and an adoring daughter.  A great combination.  A great animal book always helps.  They were making animal noises together - sweet stuff.

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-54748179777946472232008-08-20T06:42:00.000-07:002008-08-20T07:22:12.868-07:00

WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  Not sure what else there is to say about that.  I know a lot of moms home school or have a lot more children in their home and may cringe.  I LOVE my girls - but I am very glad that school is starting.  I enjoy the routine it brings - or forces me to have - and well, no excuses, justification or guilt.  I am glad that school is starting.Jillian is attending a

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-20953881998684635482008-08-18T14:16:00.000-07:002008-08-18T14:44:28.665-07:00

Many have commented on Stella's hair - I have commented on Stella's hair.  She has beautiful ringlets in the back.  So . . . the problem is that she NEVER wants me to touch, wash, spray, brush, comb, place a bow in - nothing is allowed without a fight or a chase around the house.  I know you may think I am exaggerating, being a bit melodramatic.  I wish I were.  I literally am running behind her

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-19590525919037857092008-08-16T05:52:00.000-07:002008-08-17T13:35:41.004-07:00

I am learning to submit to motherhood.  Yes, I used the S word.  Submit.  I want you to know girls, when you are older & possibly mothers yourselves, that I made a conscience decision & effort to be a mother.  The word MOTHER involves a lot of definitions - biological, adoptive, spiritual - to name a few.  I have the privilege and joy of being your biological mother who has made a commitment to

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-33220897627596455562008-08-13T19:14:00.000-07:002008-08-13T19:25:47.952-07:00

Born Monday August 117lbs 11ozsI am proud & pleased to announce the birth of Ruth Evelyn.  My brother and sister-in-law, who already have 2 boys, did not want Arturo and I to have all of the girls.  Plus now I will have someone to give all of these girl clothes to.  Sarah is an amazing mother, and and will enjoy having 3 little ones.  I am super excited to meet this new little one.  Blessings on

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-33255888444793674372008-08-13T07:25:00.000-07:002008-08-13T07:31:44.852-07:00

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-22439122373244396302008-08-12T08:23:00.000-07:002008-08-12T10:02:09.111-07:00

It was an EXCITING morning at our home, when we awoke and realized that our front yard was covered in toilet paper.  The girls were thrilled, and had an amazing time playing & helping us pick up the tp.  Actually everyone but Chloe was thrilled.  Chloe was NOT happy that she could not run efficiently in the yard.  My first thought, being the frugal woman that I am, was what a waste of toilet

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-11994014659089786782008-08-07T05:02:00.000-07:002008-08-15T12:06:50.810-07:00

Since I started this blog to journal our family, I am going to try & talk about them individually as well.  Today it is all about Abigail.In a prior blog I shared a bit about my clean house (or lack thereof) frustration.  Trying to be a creative mommy I decided to borrow/steal an idea that countless other moms & Super Nanny have used - the Chore Chart.  I decided to include Abi as much as

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-68632804866363696322008-08-06T07:20:00.001-07:002008-08-06T07:24:28.690-07:00

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-72399693985371183652008-08-02T17:42:00.000-07:002008-08-02T18:15:21.522-07:00

I guess I failed to plan enough fun things for the kids to do today, so Abigail & Jillian decided to provide the family with some new head gear!  I am so thrifty, cheap, frugal - whatever your word choice that my first thought was paranoia that the pull-ups would be ripped & unusable & those buggers are not cheap.  But as I saw all of the running around, absolutely enjoying their new 'hats' I

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-66018641865476848342008-07-31T10:48:00.000-07:002008-07-31T19:26:12.364-07:00

I never meant for this to be a part 1 & 2.  In fact, I'm not sure how I posted just the title of this - & it may be a mistake to include what I originally wrote.  Some things are better simplified.  I'm not sure how I just posted the title - shocker right? lol.  But I figure that this blog is to chronicle the girls' lives & this is a BIG part.I've realized that I become a slightly crazed & highly

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-15362106164048772602008-07-29T02:40:00.000-07:002008-07-31T10:48:43.518-07:00

We packed up the kids & the car and after a 7 hour pretty uneventful trip (miracle) landed in Tennessee to visit my Dad & Linda at their lakehouse.  Dad & Linda were extremely gracious - Linda 'relocated' all of the breakables, they had life jackets ready, great food, good wine, and were up for lots of adventures with the girls.  Dad has a pontoon boat & a jet ski & the girls were game for it all

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-80427964879889530182008-07-18T15:32:00.000-07:002008-07-18T17:00:58.864-07:00

Do you remember playing games with a greased watermelon?  I do, and boy was that fun. Well . . .I must not have closed Chloe & Claire's door well enough (it already has a child lock so Stella cannot go in and steal their pacifiers while they are asleep).  So while I was putting a load of laundry in Stella, Chloe & Claire found their way in the room, and closed the door. At this point you should

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-3547022774932497062008-07-16T06:45:00.001-07:002008-07-16T06:47:31.610-07:00

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-41811119840898426352008-07-12T09:46:00.000-07:002008-07-12T10:13:34.041-07:00

We moved to Georgia September of 2007.  As everyone knows who has ever moved to a new place, it can take a while to make friends and build community.  Having 5 little ones in tote can sometimes make it a bit harder, because all of my time is focused on them (mothers with more than 5 - you leave me in speechless awe).  I really don't know what I would have done if it was not for the help of our

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-51533484622268221912008-07-09T08:44:00.000-07:002008-07-09T11:03:42.497-07:00

A group of us moms met yesterday to pray for our kids & share the hardships of balancing mom-wife-house-life.  Our theme to focus on was being an example to our kids - living out the life we desire for them to emulate.  I'm not talking cookie cutter images that adopt our personality & thoughts, that actually might be easier.  I'm talking about setting an example of what it means to fall in love

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-7738423601731833602008-07-09T07:50:00.000-07:002008-07-09T08:36:46.978-07:00

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13951233482045074523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472080557815450995.post-36205911675271781482008-07-07T18:32:00.000-07:002008-07-07T19:22:00.096-07:00

You know those days when you feel like all of your prayers for patience is being worked out by testing through fire & trials??? Today was one of those days.  Praise God that I became vaguely aware of it, and that today was Arturo's day off or we may have needed to start a therapy fund for our kids.  Here are some 'fun' glimpses of what I mean:I spilled coffee all over myselfI missed the

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We spent about 2 weeks with Grammy - don't bother to scroll down just to see pics - there aren't any.  Yep, I broke our camera a week before our visit with my mom. Good thing the camera was under warrantee & apparently covers idiot accidents.  I don't think that is the technical term, but in my case it is pretty close.  So, we have wonderful memories, lots of laughs & a pretty good tan from our

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Most every Tuesday I have the pleasure & privilege of getting together with other moms for a Bible study.  It's not just that there is childcare provided, but it is very encouraging to keep God as a priority & have fun doing it.  Sometimes when a bunch of moms are left with open discussions we tend to focus mostly on our kids, how they frustrate us, and how difficult mothering little ones can be.

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We are grateful & blessed to have you in our lives!!!  We love you!

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Grammy comes tomorrow for a long visit, and we are ALL thrilled.  The girls have painted her welcome pictures, and there is a anticipatory excitement in the air.  Grammy is more than an extra pair of hands.  She is an amazing story teller, a creative playmate, a captive audience, a fellow singer, and . . . well I could go on for a long time.  Grammy is  . . . Grammy - no one can replace her.  I

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Feels like we have been 'enjoying' summer forever.  Here in GA, they get out of school VERY early - like May 23rd.  So, I have had the . . . pleasure of all 5 girls at home . . . all of the time.  This coupled with the fact that Stella has transitioned (ing) into a big girl bed & that Arturo has a lot of out of town trips, has thrown me a bit off schedule.  I've lost my groove.  Plus, no one told

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I have seen Thankful Thursdays on a few other momo moms' blogsites, and it is an amazing idea.  So I would like to adopt it.There are SO many things to be thankful for, and it is always helpful & healthy to refocus my mind on how generously God takes care of us.  So I am thankful for:1.  Fellow momo/modi mothers who are this journey with me.2.  Arturo, my best friend, suitable provision, amazing

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A good friend of ours, Deb, decided to brave a visit to our crazy household.  She was an amazing help & all the girls took to her right away.  It was nice to have an extra pair of hands & have a walking partner.  Abi decided to try on all of Deb's clothes (good thing she has a great sense of humor eh?), and Jillian put on a few puppet shows.  The BIG news is that Stella chose this time to finally

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Jillian LOVES to call my mom (Grammy) on the phone.  Even if it is just to say hello & here's mommy.  She wants to dial the number & gets a bit upset if my mom is not available for her on the phone.  I have to admit that I have probably encouraged this behavior.  There have been a few times when Jillian is a bit . . . emotional, shall we say, and I ask her if she'd like to call Grammy.  It

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Stella came into the kitchen VERY excited to show me her new find from outside.  Yes - it was alive & squirming!  She was NOT happy that I made her put it down. Springtime is here!

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Our church has an amazing choir program, and Abi & GiGi are in separate choirs.  They did have an end of the year program together & both did an excellent job!!  The church also has an amazing nursery - so I was able to get some good video.  I know the family will really enjoy these videos!!  Good stuff - wish you all were closer! My battery ran out - of course - & we don't have a video camera -

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Jillian & Stella had an end of the year program!  It was very cute, albeit somewhat stressful entertaining the other girls while Arturo took the pics.  Thank God for friends who love to hold babies (and I'm glad Chloe did not puke on her - I was NOT so lucky with Claire).  Anyway, I digress . . . the end of the year event was fun!  Jillian actually sang the songs & when she didn't know the words

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