Sunday, December 21, 2008
Four Months Old
Grandma and Me right after I was born.
Me in my pretty Christmas outfit. 4 months old.
Lilia is four months old and it is hard to believe. She is growing so fast. I can't remember life without her nor do I want to. She is the best thing that has happened to me besides my Matthew and Kainer. We are so happy God blessed us with our little girl.
Arctic Super Cold Blast Out 2008
They, the news, are calling it Arctic Blast 2008. I am calling it Arctic Super Cold Blast Out 2008 because I think it sounds cooler plus just as ridiculous. Here at the Conrad house we are trying to keep entertained. We are getting kind of tired of this snow thing, there are only so many hours you can spend in the snow before it gets what Kaine would say boring, not to mention cold. Besides our snow adventures we have watched My Girl, Open Season, Ratatouille, Wall-E, wrapped our Christmas gifts and baked some chocolate chip peanut butter cookies. We are so excited for Christmas, its only a few days away. We love you all and wish you a very Merry Christmas.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Thanksgiving
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Trick or Treat
It was a happy Halloween for our family. We had lots of fun trick or treating. This year Kaine was a Fred Fred Burger, just kidding, he was a phantom and little Lilia was a lady bug.
Monday, October 27, 2008
A New Family Tradition
Friday, October 17, 2008
Children
A poem I like. It's from
Khalil Gibran's "The Prophet" ...
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.