Monday, November 10, 2008

Side by Side


Finally, here it is - a side by side comparison of Emily and I at the same age. I found this school picture of me when I was 6 and this is Emily's school picture that was taken just last month. So, what are your thoughts....do you think we look alike? It is a little eerie that we are both dressed in the exact same colored dresses - navy, red and white (I promise I did not see this picture prior to Emily's photo day). I think we can definitely pass as family!

Revisiting the Past














This is one of my all time favorite photographs. The baby is Emily. She was just 7 days old when this picture was taken. I love how she "fit" right on me when she was sleeping. I can vaguely remember that feeling - now if she lays on me, she pretty much covers a good part of my entire body. I can't believe how little her arms and legs were, and look at those little feet. It seems like only yesterday and yet a lifetime ago.

Art 101

Today's drawing is that of dancing butterflies. Emily drew this picture during a recent visit to the Bergacs house. This is such a "happy" drawing. What is cute is that not only do the butterflies have wings but arms and legs - which are poised in different "dance" positions. You'll also notice that each butterfly has their own flower. I love that they are smiling and that sun just feels warm and bright. I do think the grass could use a little bit of a mowing job though. Good job Emily!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Growing Up with Lesson and Love

I took this picture of Emily this past Saturday morning. I was having her take pictures of me, so I could add a new picture to my Facebook page. Of course, after taking a few of me, she insisted that I take one of her. This is the picture.
I look at it in amazement because I see a little girl now - not my baby, not a toddler, not a preschooler. A girl with strong opinions and tastes (loves pink, jewelry and skirts), a girl who is emotional and so loving (she'll hug anyone if they will let her and I can't tell you how many kisses I get a day), a girl who has changed so much in a few years time (she was so inside herself due to language and social barriers - those barriers are broken, shattered), a girl who actually likes her brother (she introduces him to everyone she meets - even if they already know him), a girl who does look a lot like her mom at this age (yes, I admit she is a little Minnie me). Another thing that shows me how much she has grown are the lessons she's learned and started applying. An example would be the other day I asked her if she made a knocking noise, prior to checking at the outside doors, she said no. I don't think she realized that she actually made the noise with her chair until I opened both doors. As I sat back down at the dining room table, she came in and said "I'm sorry mom". I asked her why and she said "I lied, I did make the noise". As a parent, I was pleased that she had come to realize that by saying no she had lied, we had been talking to her about how when you say you didn't do something when you did, or did do something when you didn't, is really a lie a few months ago. Of course, I knew she was grasping the concept of lying when I told her one morning to tell Matthew she had school, when she didn't, so that he wouldn't be upset that we were dropping him off at his school. Yes, she looked at me and said, "But I'm not going to school, isn't that a lie". I was happy she learned the "lying" lesson but sad I got caught not "practicing what I was preaching" to her. What struck me about this door/noise instance was that Emily felt compelled to apologize for doing so. It reassured me as a parent that the lessons we are teaching Emily and Matt are getting in and making them into moral people. There are days as a parent you wonder if anything is getting through, if your are making huge mistakes, will your kids pick up all your bad traits and overlook the good, will they ever learn to be grateful for what they have, etc. You get the idea. As I see the little girl in this picture, I see the good that has been produced and know that there are many sources (God, mom, dad, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins -related by blood and those chosen as family -, teachers, friends, church teachers, babysitters, etc.) that contribute to her being the person she is and will become. To all of you let me say "thank you" for loving her, caring for her, praying for her and being a part of her life. I know that she is going to be a great person, one that will make mistakes, but is going to have an unbelievable teaching and support system for all her life. Thank you again for all you do for our little girl, Emily

Monday, November 3, 2008

Revisiting the Past







It is hard to believe that these pictures of Matt are from 2 years ago. He was only 16 months old. It seems like such a long time ago and yet just like yesterday. Matt is growing up so fast. It is hard to keep track of how fast he is growing because of Emily being older. When it was just Emily, I wrote down every action and special and not so special moment that happened making time seem to go by slower as she aged. With Matt, life is so busy with the both of them that I miss the moments of growth that I took notice of with Emily. I guess I understand now why I only had 2 pages of individual pictures of me in the Papp family photo album compared to my siblings (yes, I still remember this inconsistency). I find it hard with two capturing their individual moments, so I can only image how it was with 4 in a time when pictures weren't something so conveniently produced. When I look at these pictures of Matt, I see his sweet nature, how easy he was back then (he's all boy and 3 now...UGH, no terrible 2's it is 3) and his blonde hair. The hair is kept pretty short now but it definitely has grown in darker. Emily's preschool teacher use to call him "her little beach bum". Just to show how quickly he has grown into perspective, that same preschool teacher, Mrs. Santos, that called him her little beach bum will be his teacher for PreK4 this coming September 2009. Our little Matt isn't so little anymore - gorwing up is inevitable but not always wanted.