More Door County Pictures

Quinn enjoys time outdoors! The campfire pit is in the background of this photo--many smores created there. Although Gabe decided he doesn't like his marshmallows "mushy." Mental note: if he asks you to "toast" a marshmallow for him--this is code for put it on a stick and pretend to hold it over the flame. Hand it back to him raw. It's all about presentation!

Gabe takes a break from frisbee to pick mommy a wildflower.
("Hold on Daddy! I have to pick this for my mommy!")

On your mark, get set, GO!

Gabe discovers nature and makes friends with a caterpillar. He spent the latter part of the evening preparing a fresh leaf salad for his new friend.

We had pure sunshine for 5 straight days! We used lots and lots of sunscreen, didn't we Quinn?

Door County June 2009

DOOR COUNTY CABIN 2009!

"cabin"=a small house of simple design or construction

hmmmmm.....lets try its synonym:

"cottage"=a small, modest house at a lake, etc., owned or rented as a vacation home.

Truth be told, this was a PALACE--rented at a cottage price!

(Photos: Daddy and Gabe playing cards and frisbee.)

A 3 year old's prayer

As I tucked Gabe in tonight, I did the "warm up" cuddle with him and we proceeded to our nightly prayer time. Since we had arrived home late from biblestudy, almost 9pm, I said a rather short prayer and "amen," not giving Gabe the usual opportunity to interject his own words. Gabe called me on it:

"Mom, I want to thank God, too!"
me: "okay Gabe, go ahead...I'm sorry."
"Dear God, thank you for....time-outs.....I think?"
me: "Yes, time outs are a good thing because they teach you how to obey. God wants you to know how to obey."
"Ok...thank you God for Quinn, and for mommy and daddy, and Quinn.....and for our beds. Amen."
me: "That was an excellent prayer, Gabe! I know that God loved it too; He's probably smiling right now."

Gabe: "I think he's frowing up!"

Quinn started crawling!

Quinn moved through two milestones within the course of one week this February: he got his first tooth, and he began creeping. He pulls himself all over the living room floor, mostly chasing after toys! Zoe, the dog, loves this because Quinn refuses to be strapped into anything stationary anymore (swing, jumperoo) and that means tons of floor-time where Zoe can get right in Quinn's face for some major licking sessions. I swear sometimes it's like she's one of the kids. Hmmm...I should get her a doggie time out chair.

Quinn's first solid foods! Nov 2008

Quinn is now 4 months old, and he just started his first solid food: rice cereal. He loves it!

Treasured plant

What's with the picture of a half-dead lima-bean plant, you may be asking? This little plant has a big place in Gabriel's heart. Let me explain.....a few weeks ago, at library storytime, the children did "science." Each child sprayed a couple of lima beans wrapped in paper toweling and put them in a plastic baggie, with instructions to give them a home in a sunny window. Gabe was SUPER excited when he checked on his seeds one day and they had GROWN INTO A PLANT! Mom was pretty excited (and shocked) too! I told Gabe that we would pick up potting soil for his plant "one of these days." The days flew by, with mom constantly forgetting --what? Potting soil for little lima bean.

Today, Gabe brought me his little plant in its baggie and said, "Mom, my plant is curbed over, it was straight-up but now it's curby." I took a look, my heart sinking. Yes, my suspicion was correct: the plant was pretty dead. I said something to the effect of, "oh, my, that plant doesn't look well!" Gabe ran off with it, and came back within a few moments. "Mom, I think I fixed it! Look!" I once again took the baggie; the plant did not look any better...I'm not exactly sure what maneuvers Gabe had attempted in order to revive the poor thing. But it hadn't worked.

I said, "Gabe, you know...I think....I think that this plant is, well, dead." Gabe looked at me, and carefully opened the little baggie in his hands. He gently bent his head down and said into the bag, "I'm sorry plant." Then he walked it over to the garbage and placed it in. He hung his head so low that I could not see his eyes, and he walked away from me into the living room. After about ten steps, he burst into deep sobs.

I hugged him as he asked "why, why??" and I began to cry myself. This little boy had done everything he could to make this plant grow. And here my neglect to buy potting soil had killed it! I explained how it wasn't his fault, it was my fault. Then it struck me: I needed to pull that plant out of the gargabe and see if it could be revived. To my AMAZEMENT, inside the mangled contents of a dead plant and it's paper towel wrap...was a LIVING (barely) lima plant--I then remembered: we had planted TWO beans that day!! I revived Gabe's hopes and dried his tears, and Daddy brought home potting soil this very same day.

Gabe hasn't seen the plant's new home yet; he will be waking up to find it at his seat at the dining room table, just in time for breakfast:) I hope this plant lives at least 20 years.

to do: finish 100 piece puzzle...

A boy after Daddy's own heart...

On Saturday, we were blessed with some visitors: Grandma and Grandpa Rollmann, who brought Great-Grandma Schoenicke. That's not all they brought: Gramps came bearing a gift for Gabe and Daddy. Inside the newspaper wrapping was a "Space Jam" PUZZLE sporting Daddy's favorite sports figure (Michael Jordan). Grandpa and Gabe spent the afternoon putting the 100-piece puzzle together. Mommy also spent one evening putting the puzzle together with Gabe--he told me his philosophy on putting together small bits, the "frame" of the outside, and how to use the picture on the box to figure out where "tweetle beetle" goes. (I must laugh here, because this is what he calls tweetie bird). This morning, after four days of practice, Gabe completed the entire 100-piece Space Jam puzzle all by himself! We did a little dance together, and I took his picture next to his big accomplishment:

You may notice that Gabe's shirt is on backwards? He has been learning the responsibility of getting himself dressed in the morning. When I tell him that I will help him turn his shirt/pants around, he declines and says "he likes it that way." And yes, we have left the house with him sporting backwards clothing. Yesterday was the first day of preschool story time at our local library, and Gabe, Quinn, and Mommy were THERE (Gabe in his backwards pants)! There were songs, puppets, crafts, and of course....stories! I still can't believe that it was FREE! Afterwards, I asked Gabe what he thought of story time. Gabe thought for a moment and then said, "I thought...I thought everyone was a genious." There you have it.