Oraeley: My Site

9/29/2008 thru 10/05/2008

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In North Dakota Deeder watched “Gun Smoke” with Grandpa Harr every week day at 1pm. He learned to draw from the hip and shoot an imaginary pistol, complete with sound effects. In Montana these skills were further perfected as he met his cousins who love hunting and talk about killing things. He now goes through his days with imaginary gun in imaginary holster ready at any moment to draw and shoot. “P-phew!”

Sometimes he finds things around the house or in the yard to use as a gun, such as Uncle Seth’s light saber.

Through my ages I’ve carried a distinguished and highly refined ability to loose and misplace things. As you might imagine, the occasion of packing and moving then unpacking have allowed these talents to be displayed on their highest level of performance and aptitude.

Despite this talent, unique to me I am sure, things are getting along fine.
Deeder sleeps in a twin size bed (build for me when I was about his age) and Carly sleeps in the crib build for my brother Michael–they both sleep through the night, all four of us sharing a room in the basement. We have run of the house during the day while my mom is at work and the kids in school, my dad has his office at home so we try to be a little quiet for him.

I’ll add more later, Deeder’s up…

Up to see Baker today, and now we’re tired.

No pictures now, maybe later. :P

It was just the perfect day for the drive–perhaps more fun when the kids are older?

I’m so congested and it’s just not leaving me. It was just after we arrived in Washington that I started feeling off and since then my sickness has just kind of shifted it’s weight around making me feel uncomfortable and flu/cold-ish in different areas.

All I can say is that I’m glad I don’t have a job to show up at. As “Mommy” there is leeway for sluggishness and minute long pity parties with the occasional three minute power snooze.

It’s like the Live Claritin Clear add on TV and the Mucinex commercial all in one, except without the symptom afflicted person who finds perfect happiness after use of the product. Of course since I don’t have allergies Claritin wouldn’t help–I do have that fog, yep.

Carly is coughing now, poor little dear. I’m a dreadful person for corrupting such a pure little beauty with ugly sickness. She doesn’t seem too frustrated so right now I’m hoping it goes quickly and that she’ll recover smoothly.

I’m sharing a picture of the kiddos since they’re so sweet–much nicer than posting a picture of myself right now. :)

Hope you’re all well out there in whatever you are!

9/21/2008 thru 9/28/2008

Darly Daughter

Football Boy

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Yummy Thumb

“Will it Rain Today?” GrampaPoppa and Deeder

Sitting Out

“Just Go with It”, Carly on Sleeping

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Ladies, I’m sorry that I really didn’t visit any of your sites last week; if it helps, feel assured that I have guilt. :P

This is the first week that I feel we’re really here in Washington, like waking up from a daze of the moving rush. Here so far away from where are kids were born, in the house were I spent so many of my growing up years. My two children are growing up right before my eyes and I just can’t believe it; Carly nearly ready to start on solids and Deeder stuck right in the thick of the infamous Two Year Old Stage.

Your Aunt Kath

My Grandma Taron spent most of her and Grandpa’s visit here holding Carly. She remarked on how Carly’s, “clear grey eyes” looked just like my dad’s oldest sister, Kathy.

In the past I had always thought that the tradition of questioning who the baby most looks like in the family was a silly thing. Why not just love the child for who he or she is? But then I saw it, in the love that was in my grandma’s face when she held Carly.
Those eyes that have looked blue to me, were gray to Grandma and took her back to the time she held her first born an infant and I knew then what this is all about.
Sometimes seeing a person who we love again in a baby makes that little life and her smiles more vibrant and beautiful than they otherwise could be.

So for all intents and purposes, my baby looks like Aunt Kath who was born with gray eyes.

And you know, I could point out that Carly just happens to kind of have initials that work with that–Carly (K sound) Annalise Taryn H, Kath.

There are tidbits in time that I hold still continually wishing to remember so that I can write on them. One of those tidbits is the time my sister married her Justin and my grandpa and grandma came from California. I took pictures but missed the wedding. I want to write about it tonight, for now I’ll put up the pictures that I snapped at the rehearsal, click here to see.

OK, I know I wont write about it again, so here’s a little of the story…

I felt really sick–like pukey and cold so I had to go to bed just hoping I’d be well enough for the wedding. Saturday morning I woke up nearly unable to talk and with an annoying tickle in my throat.

Kayla took Sarah and my mom’s sister to go get their hair done then dropped them off at the church.

Family photos started by the schedule at 1pm, we made it to the church for that. Sarah wanted to have me stand next to her for a picture and all of us were supposed to stand with the groom and bride in a big group snap. Diederick wasn’t cooperative on the whole family picture idea so we’ll just have to imagine him in when the pack of pictures comes back.

Carly, although not written into the program, started singing in her famous high trilly voice right as everyone was supposed to be turning to see Aunt Sarah come.

Hmm…OK. Not true, Carly and I didn’t see anything at all–not my dad walking Sarah up to the alter, or the exchange of vows.

The truth is that Carly started crying as soon as we were directed where to sit at which point I had to take the baby out.