So Much To Be Thankful For

What a Happy Thanksgiving.


I think it probably goes without saying, but this Thanksgiving I'm most thankful for our little family. Nothing has made me work more, grow more, laugh more, or love more than raising our daughter and being married to Dave. 

 This year we drove up to New Haven with the Terry's to have Thanksgiving with the Allemans. It was fun to have the first Thanksgiving as the "grownups" with Becca hosting her first Turkey dinner. But you would have never known  it was her first- it really may have been one of the best turkey's I've ever had. 


Baby T's 1st Thanksgiving. Darling Great-Grandma Nola sent the cute bib.

 Tillie eating turkey for the 1st time


 The hostess with the mostess (how we never got a shot of Matt is beyond me, or the two cute boys and new baby for that matter)

 Gravy made with onions cooked three ways. Totally worth it's own picture.

Sarah and Becca

 Sarah was little T's second mom the whole week



  Always a wave and a smile

Happy Thanksgiving!

Going, Going, Gone...

So yesterday while Dave was on Long Island with our ward doing disaster cleanup, Tillie decided she better do something big too, and went ahead and crawled. We both couldn't wait to show Daddy her new trick.







A little frame by frame breakdown.

I know this is a game changer, but I'm actually relieved she's more mobile. She was so ready and would get so frustrated when she couldn't move. 
It's funny how to her it was all so normal, all the while Dave and I were cheering her on and I was obviously taking a few too many pictures. Guess we're kind of proud parents.

Growing Up

My baby has definitely outgrown the bassinet. 
I know, I know, she's 8 months, its past time, and I shouldn't be surprised.

On Saturday I heard her wake up, and when I walked in her room she was sitting straight up. Not safe. So this was the big weekend, and Tillie officially slept her first night in a crib last night (after a lot of tossing and turning and trying to get used to her spacious new accommodations). 


 Sweet thing touched end to end. This picture makes it look really bad, but honestly she slept amazing in this thing-went right down and didn't wake up at night.




No she couldn't really stand up like this without my help (and can you believe the picture in the back is her little head of dark hair as a newborn?!)




First night in her crib. 

I know its a little silly first time mom of me, but it still makes me emotional to look at this picture.
Please stop growing up baby.

Halloween

What an anticlimactic first Halloween for little T. as we were stuck inside due to Hurricane Sandy
Luckily we had a little trick or treating planned the weekend before with some friends, and so we got a chance to dress Tillie up and take a quick picture. 

 Our little pumpkin.

No pictures with the cute hood on, but this will have to do.

 Halloween card from Grandma Nola (how sweet is it to send a Halloween card?) 

Perhaps this is one of the reasons I had such passion for the election. Ok probably not, but isn't this a pretty decent resemblance?

 He's much more a ringer for Mitt than I for Ann, but at least when I was with him people knew who I was supposed to be. 

Tried to make the most of this first Halloween for little T, and I'm just happy I don't have to worry about her wanting all that candy for at least a few more years right?

Why Oh Why Oh Sandy

What a crazy week. Superstorm Sandy (a.k.a. Frankenstorm) came with a vengeance, and although I thought we had seen some pretty nasty storms (Remember Hurricane Irene?) in the 3+ years we've lived here, Sandy easily beat them out. 

And as it would turn out, my ever-good-with-timing husband missed the whole thing in Columbia. So Miss T. and I had ourselves a week of hunkering down, sleeping over and hanging out.


 We lost power Monday night, and so i decided I better eat our ice-cream before it melted in the freezer. After having a tough time reading in flickering candlelight I went with Little Women on my ipad (how have I never read this?!)



The next day was a lot of this... until  luckily we had some sweet friends invite us over for the next few days-which turned out to be a huge blessing as the weather turned colder. Thank heavens the snow storm waited until this week. 


 This was from the cover of our local newspaper. Seeing trees down was a common scene all over Darien. It was unbelievable to see tree after tree lining the roads, and with them so many power lines. Over 95% of our town was without power for days. (We finally got ours back Saturday...3 hours after Dave came home :)

This tree had almost pulled over two power poles.


Nothing like seeing neighbors and friends pitch in to help where they could.

  My little buddy

Emergency Preparedness Tip: it is true that food, water and gas all go by quickly when there is a huge storm followed by panic. Do yourself a favor and take it seriously. Never hurts to be prepared.

Grateful to friends and family for prayers, warm places to stay, and that we were safe and sound. Our hearts go out to those who had it much worse last week!

God Shed His Grace On Thee


In a way she did vote, because my vote was for her.

Talking about politics and the election may be a heavy topic, but I had someone comment to me last night that what hurt them most was thinking that they should have done something more. 

Well here is my something. 

In the grand scheme of things it is likely that my voice doesn’t matter much, but it is my way of showing that I will continue to believe and fight and work, and that I’m unashamed and unafraid in my convictions.

As I watched the votes come in precinct by precinct yesterday, a pit in my stomach grew with the realization that the values that used to be at the bedrock of this country are not only being challenged, but actively fought against. I went to bed feeling sick, and woke up with the same sense of foreboding.

I am worried for what my daughter’s America is becoming.

I am worried that the radical social stance of the left is undermining the critical principles that make America one nation under God.

I am worried for a country that uses the euphemism “progressive” to describe social policies that condone the murder of innocent children, contracts that undermine the fundamental unit of society, and incorrect economic policies that incentivize dependence.

I am worried about our economy, because I believe that a struggling economy is the symptom of a much deeper malady of moral decay. I believe that our economy will not regain strength until we root out much deeper issues.


I wish I could somehow thank Mitt Romney for what he and his family personally sacrificed.  I wish we could have had the honor of being led by such a man. I don’t know if we could have crafted a better leader on any level for such a time as this. I do believe that Governor Romney ran for office because of his concern and love for America. He has given more than many good men would to stand up for what they believe America can be, and should be.

We are blessed to still live in a country where we can be unafraid to express views and beliefs, and this is a freedom I will fight for and use. I pray that more will be unafraid to speak out-regardless of much they think they know, or how inadequate they may feel in expressing it, or how intimidated they may be to express unpopular opinions.

I pray that this freedom-along with so many others that I cling to and make America what it is-will continue to merit divine protection.

And I pray that I will have the courage and strength to stand up even when it means standing alone, and be unafraid to steadfastly cast my vote for me, for my family and for America. 

8 Months


This month went way.too.fast. 
But November is here and Miss Tillie Rose has been with us 8 months now.
And yes, this is my favorite month yet. 

A few milestones: picking up small things with her fingers, rocking rolling and crawling-but only backwards, lots of jabbering nonsense, starting to belly-laugh.

How to go beyond milestones to capture her little big personality?

 One thing that comes to mind first I think this picture captures-she loves to interact. Maybe most babies do, but she really loves to smile and gets so excited to talk to other people-babies, older people or anyone. She is a pretty social little baby. She loves catching someone's eye when we're out and get them to wave and say hello. Just last weekend we went to the outlets (had to get out of the powerless wake Sandy left us) and we had little followings of people everywhere that would follow her through the store and just wave and watch her wave and wave and wave back.


I need to mention that Tillie is wearing a sweater that her great-great-grandma knit (the same one that knit her blessing dress), with a little headband from her sweet cousin Claire (ok really from Aunt Suz).


It's not a Tillie Rose post if I don't capture some of my favorite chunk. Love the wrist rolls here.



 Another thing Dave and I have both noticed about Tillie is how focused she is. You can kind of see it in this picture by her moving and staring at her hands and feet. It's been fun (and kind of nice for me) to have her be so engaged by herself for long periods of time. It only takes a couple of toys and she will sit by herself looking at every angle, passing them from hand to hand, and of course to her mouth, to figure it all out. 


How I love this happy girl.
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