Hi, all. Tomorrow is April 1st. I have one question that I keep mulling over...why in the heck is it freezing and snowing outside? Talk about depressing. I thought I'd spend a little time blogging as I have no where to go. First, I must apologize for my weird layout in this posting. I forgot to change a picture setting before I uploaded!

A couple of Mondays ago, we headed to Lincoln to visit my Grandma Harris. She had been gone for 3 months (she flies south for the winter) and she hadn't seen Katelyn since she was born. Katelyn's birthday was a special day for grandma, as it was her 80th birthday as well. We picked a good day to go...grandma's retirement community gets free bagels and bread from P.a.n.e.r.a on Mondays. Absolutely fabulous. Katelyn and Luke were a hit with grandma's friends, as I knew they would be. While we were there, a nice looking (and much older) gentleman sat down beside us to try convince grandma to try W.i.i. bowling with him. Their conversation was so cute and grandma went on and on about how she couldn't possibly do it. The gentleman replied, "Don't worry, Gladys, I'll give you a one on one lesson!" My eyebrows lifted as I looked at grandma. She grinned sheepishly and said, "I don't know about that." What a little spit fire. My grandma was getting hit on.


This is a picture of Luke's black eye. He ran into his friend Sylvia while swinging. What a shiner! That happened a week and a half ago and it still isn't completely gone. I postponed the kids' pictures until this Friday, but I don't know if it will even be gone by this Friday. Luke looks at his eye all of the time and says, "I ran into that girl's head, Momma!" Yep, hon. That should teach you to leave girls alone until you're at least 30.


Katelyn is giggling and smiling all of the time. I took her to the chiropractor today just because she gets a free adjustment since I went there to get my prenatal adjustments. She HATED it. I've never seen this child cry so much in my life. Probably won't be doing that again.



And, finally, this is a tower that Luke built. To, me, it's amazing. He made this huge tower with all sorts of levels and on each level, he put a matchbox car. Bill and I went into the toy room and just stared with awe. I thought I was looking at a commercial for H.o.t. W.h.e.e.l.s. It was brilliant. Do you want me to continue with my bragging? OK, I'll stop.



I did find something interesting in my fridge earlier today that I'll blog about sometime this week, but for now, J.u.d.g.e. J.u.d.y. is calling my name. I'm addicted to that show because it's the one show that I get to watch while the kids are napping. I want to be her. So, I'm signing off so that I can enter the courtroom of J.u.d.g.e. J.u.d.i.t.h. S.h.e.i.n.d.l.i.n.

Verse memorization

Luke has been attending Wednesday night's Kids Club at church for about a month now (I keep meaning to get a picture of him in his vest but of course, I continually forget my camera). Anyways, he has a short verse to memorize every week. Last week, like each week, we practiced his memory verse. We also make up hand actions to help him remember. We broke the verse into chunks and he'd repeat each chunk after me. At lunch on Wednesday, we went over the verse. After he repeated me and then said it by himself, he said, "Now, Mom, repeat after me. The Lord...Hosanna...Guide us through this starry night...Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord." After I repeated it, he made me say the whole thing. It made me laugh. I guess he figures if he has to memorize, that mom should have to too!

South America, anyone?

Have you ever heard of any natural disasters in South America? I can't recall that I have, but I'm sure that all areas of the world have experienced some kind of disaster at some point. But, I'm thinking I want to move to where ever has the fewest natural disasters, as I'm hunkering down in my basement on this 23rd day of March in fear of a tornado. I've always been fearful of storms. I remember when I was little, I'd have dreams that I would be watching a tornado come right towards me, demolishing everything in sight. Kind of funny how real dreams can be sometimes.

Needless to say, living through the Hallam tornado in 2004 hasn't helped my fear subside at all. You'd think that living through one of the most devastating tornadoes in history would calm me. Yeah right. If anything, it made it worse. Now, as a mother, I have to be the calm one as my kids and I sit in the basement. I have been surprisingly calm today, however. I guess I can say that now, as the storm has passed.

So, anyone with me? How about South America? Maybe we can migrate south just from March-June. I'd book a flight for us, but I'm afraid of flying. Maybe I have some issues I need to address. Ho hum...

Our Weekend

What a great weekend. First of all, the weather was absolutely amazing. It was great to send Luke outside to let out some energy. It was a great weekend for Bill to have spring break. He had Thursday and Friday off and we really enjoyed staying busy. We spent most of Thursday doing this and that around the house, but late in the afternoon, we went to Lincoln so Bill and Luke could go to the Shrine Circus. I took Luke last year and I felt as if it was definitely Bill's year to sit through the rope tricks and elephant stunts. Here are some pictures from the circus:














According to Bill, the best part of the circus was the $5 whirly gig toy. Luke was all over that! They left at intermission when the toy's batteries ran out. I guess there was nothing left to hold Luke's attention.

Friday we headed down to Beatrice to spend the afternoon and night with our friends, the LeFebers. What a fun time we had. The girls and Luke played outside while Bill and Nathan grilled pork chops. We ate (a ton...diets aren't in effect on the weekends, right?) and we laughed. We played poker for donuts the next morning. I won...and the donuts were excellent. We feel blessed to have such great friends.

Saturday morning we left Beatrice's Sunrise Bakery and headed to Blue Hill to visit Bill's mom and grandpa and grandma. Grandpa and Grandma hadn't met Katelyn yet, so we were glad we had a free day to spend with them. It was a great day full of relaxation and lots of smiles.

Today was another great day. After church, Bill worked in the garage and did a bit of yard work while I napped and sorted through the kids' clothes. I feel like I'm always sorting clothes and packing them away for the next baby. When does one stop saving clothes? We have tons of totes with baby clothes in the storage room...it seems never-ending.

It should be a busy week. Hopefully, I get to posting more. I have pictures from Katelyn's baptism and Luke's black eye. Yes, I said black eye. So, with that, I'm going to put Katelyn down and get some shut-eye.

Kids Say the Darndest Things

I know, I know, I know. Bloggy slacking again. I often think of blogging, but then can't think of anything to share. That doesn't sound like me, does it? I almost always have something to say. Ho hum!

Luke loves chapstick. He doesn't necessarily want to put it on his own lips, but on everyone else's. So, this morning, the conversation went as follows:

Luke: "Mom? Are your lips cracking?"
Tiff: "Well, maybe a little bit."
Luke: "Do you need some chapstick?"
Tiff: "Sure!"
***Chapstick is applied quite nicely, I might add.***
Tiff: "Thanks, Luke! That really helps."
Luke: "I'm just doing my job, mom."

Isn't that adorable? He's just doing his job. I LOVE some of the things he comes up with!

Polar Opposites

Have you ever had two days that are complete polar opposites? It's funny, my mom always told me that 99.9% of the time when you have a bad day, the next day will be a great one. Isn't that the truth? It's rare that I ever have two horrible days in a row.
Yesterday was my horrible day. I don't think that the time change affected us too much, it was just the ides of March (and Sunday) creeping into our home. It seems as if Sunday mornings are THE "thorn in my flesh". Now, I do all that I can on Saturday evening to prepare for Sunday. I give baths. I lay church clothes out. I get out my ingredients for Sunday's noon meal. But no matter what I do, it seems as if we always run late and then, Satan himself appears in my house (aka Tiffany Curry). I tell myself over and over again that Satan is purposefully trying to make Sunday mornings horrible so that it ruins my frame of mind to worship God.
Katelyn didn't have a very good night of sleeping (could it be that I had 3 cups of caffeinated coffee before I nursed her?) So, we all slept in until 7:30. This is not good, as we need to leave the house by 8:40. I had the kids fed (including Bill) and dressed. But, of course, Katelyn has a massive poop that was now, all over her pretty dress. By the way, do you ever wonder how the diaper can be virtually clean but the poop is all up the back side and even into the hair? Gets me every time.
Then, of course, Luke was in such a bad mood. He whined and cried about everything. As he whined, I tried to remember all that I needed for the day. Most importantly, I needed my camera. In Sunday School, they were going to sing "Happy Birthday" to Luke and he was going to blow out the candles on the fake cake (a Sunday School ritual that you'll have to ask me about if you really want to know). This is something that I really didn't think was a big deal. As a matter of fact, I didn't really even think about bringing my camera to take pictures of the event until I saw another mom snapping shots of her child during the celebration. Great. Something else I have to remember.
So, we made it to church right on time. Bill drops Luke and me off at the front door and we rush in. We get there just as they were beginning. Luke gets up to the front and looks incredibly sweet. I pop my camera out, the song begins, and of course, my camera is out of batteries. So, I faked taking pictures so that I didn't look like an idiot, although it's pretty hard to hide when Luke is yelling "Mom! Did you get a picture of me blowing out the candles?" By the way, what do you do in this situation? I lied. Yes, in church.
Then, during church, I took Luke downstairs to go potty. After we washed hands, he bolted out. I followed him, but couldn't keep up. Before I know it, he's in the sanctuary, up by the front yelling, "Mommy? Mommy? Where are you?" (Are you asking yourself where Bill is at this point? Yeah, me too).
Needless to say, the day got better after church. Funny how that works out.
The whole conclustion to the story is that today as been a fabulous day. I had Bible Study with my friends, was able to do my own devotions during the kids' naps and I even was able to sneak my workout in! Oh, and of course, I found time to write this exceptionally long blog. Life is good. Even on Mondays~!