my day of origin

Yesterday was the day I came into this world some thirty-one years ago.

I often wonder what the world was like on the day I was born. Was life simpler? Not as many cell phones and gadgets and such that kept us from just enjoying a delightful conversation with a friend outside on our back porch? Did my mother feel the same way about me when I was born as I have about my children? Was she overwhelmed with the idea that she was in charge of this human soul? Did she wonder, like I do about my own little ones, what will she make of herself?

I wonder if life was simpler then?

But here we are decades later, celebrating yet another day of my origin...and what a fun celebration it was.

My husband put together a small gathering of family to celebrate with us. We ate food, talked awhile, and yes we ate cake!!



Here are some random pictures of our gathering. Again, I didn't remember until the party was almost over to start taking some snap shots.



And now for the cakes! To say these cakes were fantastic would be a grave understatement. I happen to live in a neighborhood of very talented people. We have doctors, businessmen, and oh yeah...we have our own baker! No seriously she is a baker. And she definitely has the right day job. Visit here to read all about her!



Oh and did I mention that I love this woman...and that I miss the North Carolina woman and love her too. They are my best friends!!



Oh and did I mention I REALLY love this one??? Because I do!

So as "my day" concludes, I always wonder if the infant that came into the world 31 one years ago would be proud of the life I have lived. I am sure there is much she would be proud of and much she would think, "we could have done better." To that little baby I say...we will keep trying.

To everyone else...thanks for the Birthday! I loved it.

if only this picture had audio

Lyza 3 years old

When I look at this picture, not only do I see a cute little blonde haired beauty with her tutu on and her feet crossed at her ankles...but I hear something.

Do you hear it?

Shhhh, listen closely and you might be lucky enough?

If you were lucky enough to hear it...you have just taken part in the most glorious sound in the world.

What sound is this you ask?

Only the greatest sound of pure joy. An authentic belly laugh of this 3 year old child. This laugh can work magic. For that moment when you hear it you forget all of your problems, remember why life is important, and best of all thank the heavens above that the laugh will be in your life forever.

Shhh...listen again. Did you hear it?

all things hair

Last Saturday it was time for the family to have a Salon Day. Seriously with the amount of hair my children have, I should have become a cosmetologist and saved myself thousands of dollars. However, then I wouldn't be friends with the most amazing stylist in the world.

We gathered everyone in the car early last Saturday morning and headed out to see this favorite Stylist of ours. The conversation in the car on the way over went something like this:

Lyza: Mom/Dad, is Lezlie going to cut my hair today?

Me: Yes Ly Ly...remember the last time she cut your hair?

Lyza: Yep, is Lezlie the only person who can cut my hair?

Me: (Visualizing what is going through my very creative daughters mind) YES Lyza, no one else ever cuts your hair except for Lezlie. (As I have a flash forward to the day Lyza thinks she can give herself her own cut and style.)

Long pause from Lyza....she is thinking I can sense it.

Me: Lyza, What are you thinking about.

Lyza: Oh nothing...(smirk on her face)

Me: (Oh help us!!)

Once we got to the salon we had such a great time. Lyza didn't stop talking to Lezlie the entire time. Seth didn't quite know what to think of his time getting cut and styled. I got some much needed attention in the hair department. And best thing of all was that daddy was there to referee the children the entire time.

Chalk this day up to a success! Thanks for making the Bull Family look good Lez!

i warned you...Christmas in February

Who doesn't like another reminder of Christmas, just as we have finally put the last of our holiday decorations away, paid off our last credit card bill (actually not me...cash only you know...Dave Ramsey fan here!), and resumed our typical daily schedule without the hustle and bustle of the many holiday parties.

However, as always I am just a bit behind on my documentation of the grand event, something I predicted would happen months ago...see here. However, at this late point, this documentation is completely only for posterity purposes, just for documentation. So here is our snap shot at Christmas 2008.



Christmas Eve, pictured above, consisted of dinner at Grandma and Papa Bull's, the annual Christmas Eve program, and the ginger bread house making event. Christmas Eve is so much better with little ones around. The energy and excitement they bring on this special night is fantastic. I hope there will always be little ones in my life to liven up these special events.




Christmas morning and actually the entire Christmas day was nothing I had expected. This year, Lyza actually woke up early. She was so excited to see if Santa came to our house. We couldn't even keep her in her room so we could make sure the family room was prepped and ready. We were starting the Christmas morning hot chocolate and fire in the fire place...when the next thing we knew our Lyza was out by the Christmas Tree playing with her gifts already. It was so funny, she had been so quiet and sneaky, we completely started laughing. The above collage of pictures are the fun memories we had from our exciting day.

However the biggest down side of this Christmas was that our daddy, Super Steve, had lost his super hero powers for one day. Just a little bit of back ground on our daddy. We are lucky enough to have our own Super Hero in our home on a daily basis. Our daddy is actually a Super Hero disguised as an average American citizen. However, this Christmas our Super Hero lost his powers for the day. I can honestly say that I remember 2 or 3 days, in the 9 years I have know Super Steve, that he has been so sick he couldn't get out of bed. He just doesn't ever give into sickness. He always say..."Oh I can just work through it." So if he ever was in bed, I knew it was serious business. This Christmas was one of those days. Here is how our Super Steve spent our Christmas Day...




He was so sick...never have I seen him sleep an entire day. He was a champion and would drive with us to every family party we went to. Then he would find a bedroom and fall back asleep. I am so thankful that our Super Hero "Super Steve" is usually at full power strength. Because I am not a super hero...and I depend on our "Super Steve" way too much.

So that is the run down on our Christmas festivities. Better late then never I guess. Got to love it!!! Expect our 2009 Christmas post around April of 2010 :)