Substance and Soul

Movie awards

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Well, maybe not awards, but thumbs up for the cuteness? A for effort? No? Moving on. 

I love (all heart eyes here) the Instastories feature these days. I can pop in and say howdy or show a quick snippet of the kiddos. It's great. But... sometimes I don't want something to disappear after 24 hours. 

I want to be able to watch it over and over until my eyeballs fall out (<--weird, no?) and I also want to give YOU that privilege too. I'm so nice. 

Here are a few recent favorites.

Enjoy. ;]


Emma says

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While talking on her pretend cell phone.
Samantha: What are you doing Emma?
Emma: I talkin to Emma's Memaw. (my mother)

While getting ready for school one morning.
Samantha: Emma, how would you like your hair today?
Emma: I don't want it down or in a pony tail.
Emma: I want it crazy. Like a princess.
Samantha: Princesses have crazy hair?
Emma: I need a crown.

Emma is stuffing her face while eating dinner one night.
Samantha: Okay Emma, don't eat too much or you will get a tummy ache.
Emma: Okay mommy.
Emma: Like the caterpillar!

During breakfast one day.
Paul: Hey Emma. Did you know your Auntie Mariah is coming to visit you soon?
Emma: Well, we have to finish breakfast first.

After I spilled my tea all over the kitchen table.
Emma: It's okay mommy. Accidents happen!

On our way to the playground.
Emma: Momma, are we at the playground yet? 
Samantha: No we aren't, but soon.
Emma: Okay. I'll hold my horses.

While Paul and I were in the kitchen we hear.
Paul and Samantha: What?
Emma: Wipe my butt!
Paul: Can you do it yourself?
Emma: No way.

On the car ride home after Mass when we were trying, and failing, to teach her how to whisper.
Emma: Whisper momma. Like this.
Emma: Watch me whisper! *does not whisper*

After she finally stays in bed all night.
Paul and Samantha: going crazy, jumping up and down, high-fives all around
Samantha: Here is your lollipop!
Emma: Mom, will you hold it? I go potty. I don't want to drop it in the potty.

When Henry was trying to play with her toys.
Emma: Tell baby Henny he can't touch my toys!
Samantha: Why can't he play with them? 
Emma: Because I said so! 


Dear Emma and Henry,

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To my dear Emma and my dear Henry. My dearest little ones.

You are just little souls right now, with spirit and fire. You are pure energy. You are pure love. You giggle and yell and run and crawl and scream and cry and laugh and jump and clap and hug and kiss.

I am writing this letter to you, as siblings. As sister and as brother. As a little three year-old and ten month-old.

You are siblings. This is a special relationship, one that is to be cultivated and honored.

My wish for the two of you is a simple one. Love each other.

Be friends. Be kind. Listen. Laugh. 

That means lifting the other one up. That means celebrating each other. That means supporting each other.

Share joy. Share food. Share toys. Share memories. Share time.

That means being there in the hard times. That means calling the other out when it's needed. That means praying, always praying, with and for each other. 

Be the one the other calls when there is good news or when there is bad. Cry together. Be there. 

And above all, love each other, always. 

Henry at ten months

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Well, well, well...look what we have here. A blog post?! On time?! Am I feeling alright?

Henry is ten months today! And what a coincidence, I have ten new grey hairs.

Henry shark finally cut a tooth (and considering how much his bites could hurt sans teeth, I'm looking at some good chomps in my future). He loves food. Especially bread. More specifically, pizza crust. Not like we have a lot of that around or anything...

He is more into savory foods than sweet at this point, which is the exact opposite to Emma. He prefers the pureed meat/veggie combos but he does like when I just hand him a hunk of fruit for him to gnaw at. Out of all the parenting things/precautions/what have you, I am extremely fearful about choking so I watch him like a hawk when we give him new foods to try.

Henry is a cruising machine. If he needs to get from A to B quickly, he usually crawls. But his new idée fixe is attempting to pull everything off the tables, shelves, and anything within reach.

He is incredibly vocal. He likes to look at himself in the mirror and just yell. It's the funniest thing. He also yells for food. For diaper changes. For attention. For no reason at all other than to hear himself yell. 

WELP, we have another early riser on our hands. He only sleeps past 6:30 (maybe) twice per week, but usually he's up and at 'em at 6 which means I am too, up and at the caffeine.

He prefers to spend time running free, either outside or in. He loves to explore his environment and already has some fairly impressive problem-solving skills. 

Henry's eyes are a serious attention-grabber. Everywhere, and I mean everywhere, we take him people comment on his eyes. And I can see why. They are soul-piercing.

He's just beautiful. #proudmama #obsessed 

He loves books, baths, and any time spent chasing his big sister around. 

And I think I need to start planning his first birthday shindig. Must remember


Welcome to the Church, Henry

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One month ago, we welcomed our sweet Henry Gabriel into the Catholic Church. Our families and friends surrounded us with love. 

My own Godfather honored us by being Henry's Godfather too and my sister, Mariah is Henry's AND Emma's Godmother.

Welcome Henry!

Throwback to Emma's Baptism.