It's A Miracle

Can you believe it?
Maybe not.
Maybe it's too good to be true
and maybe it was just a little moment
in one babies life, but not
when she's nearly 2.
Not when she's been dragging her bottom for months
and you've been praying for the day that she'd finally walk!

A Boy's Life

Noah's had it pretty lucky so far, I'd say. I mean he does almost nothing around the house, and demands everything. He's got me on an unacceptable early morning schedule and refuses to eat anything but apple juice and hot cocoa. He runs around screaming and wrestling, and the other day my neighbor caught him peeing off of our upstairs balcony into the bushes below. How he thought this was acceptable I do not know. I guess we'll all be looking forward to the first day of school next week, maybe 2 1/2 hours isn't going to be long enough after all.

Party Girl

Happy First Birthday Adair!
and the highlight of my day is seeing her react;
seeing her show happiness and her little squeals of excitement at all the attention.
Simple emotions portrayed in a one year old little girl.
and having her be happy makes me happy.
plus i made her her very own little pink cake with strawberry frosting,
which she thought was the most delicious thing ever.

Nothing melts my icy exterior like seeing Noah and Adair enter a happier stage of sibling contentment. It seems like I am spending a little less of my daily energy prying Noah off of her face, or his arm around her neck in a choke hold. The other morning I found the two together in Adair's crib laughing and playing and a little disappointed that Mom had come to disrupt the fun. I think that one of the biggest joys I will experience as a mother will be to raise those two to be great friends. I have seriously been concerned that a third child might change their dynamic and even though every veteran mom will probably say it's foolish, I haven't quite made up my own mind on the matter. Anyways, Noah has some of the best names for Adair right now and less I forget here's a little list:

1. Mine Mimi
2. Mine Flappy
3. Gary the Snail
4. Wah Wah (for when she cries)
5. Sist
6. Sistie

Baby Inhaler

Adair Boehme has a bit of a breathing problem, and it seems like with every little cold she ends up getting a few shots of the baby inhaler. Wheezing, coughing, and a couple puffs is nothing new for us this year. Perhaps she has inherited Peter's "baby asthma", or perhaps it was that time I painted the living room while 6 months pregnant. Whatever the cause I hope she outgrows this soon, or we just might have to transfer to a dryer and somewhat sunnier climate.

Grillin' Up Some Fun

I am under the impression that there are suspicions when a blog doesn't get updated in a few months. So to dispel any rumors that there might be another Boehme on the way, I thought I better update and update fast.....
Seattle spring is oddly looking like Seattle winter, and needless to say we're not off at the park everyday. No, it's more like we're cleaning underpants and trying to stay sane. We are still waiting to hear back from grad. schools or Utah jobs, and ask ourselves every night-"What's going to happen to us?" What wonders await us? an urban life or a gun and a pickup truck? And even though I am excited about new options, I am sad to think about leaving. So I won't and we should hopefully know next week.

Little Steve

My grandma Arlene sent up a bunch of pictures she took of Noah last year, because she thought he was starting to look a lot like my dad. I totally agree, and maybe Noah's not a little Pete afterall. Maybe he's more like a little Steve.