Scarlett Crawling

I am not sure why the color is so dark, or how to fix it. It looked fine on my phone. Any ideas from computer wizards out there?

This is from last night. If you listen to the sound you can here me trying to get Boston to stay out of the way. He is extremely jealous, anything she gets attention for he tries to do as well. In this case he was trying to get in front of her and crawl.

Today she is already pulling herself further and getting her knees under herself a lot more. She is not using her knees, just dragging them at this point, but at least she is starting to get them up. She has been scooting around and rolling for a couple of weeks. I can't believe what she has done in the last 12 hours. At this rate she will crawl better than she sits.

Baseball Attire

Ready for the ball game. 4 inch wedges, 2 bats, a bowl for a hat, what more do you need?

Awwwwwwww

Scarlett's first do. So cute.

Andy's Working A Grave Shift, So I'm Still Awake, So You Get A Post

This is what is left of my beautiful and much loved wedding statue.  It sat at the desk next to my book at our wedding.  It has since had a place of pride on the bookcase in each one of our  (many) homes over the last 3 1/2 years.  I love this piece.  I think it is beautiful.  It was sentimental and symbolic to me.

I find it highly ironic that I broke the brides head off.

When we were moving into our current house I had all my figures stacked on a window sill between two rooms.  I was chucking pillow cushions through the same window and knocked it to the tile.  It was obviously shattered.  I would have burst into tears if it weren't for the 4 guys helping us move.  (Brandon discovered the broken mess shortly after it happened and was quick to tell me it wasn't him)

I kept telling myself it was just a thing.

Just a thing that I LOVE.

Just  a thing that has much sentimental value from the day I got married to the man of my dreams.

But it is just a thing and it doesn't mean anything that it is broken.

I even thought, well I could find a replacement one and it will be just as good.

Whatever, it wouldn't be the actual one and therefore NOT as good.

All of this happened at time when I have been thinking much about the stupid sentimental value I attach to many things.  I am a very sentimental person.  I can't let things go.  They are special reminders of special days and help me keep the memories alive.  I have been working hard though to overcome this unhealthy attachment of objects.  When they get broken I am so sad and waste precious time and energy being upset that a thing was broken.  That is ridiculous. 

To help me along in my efforts of getting over my attachment issues I continually remind myself that I can take nothing with me when I die.  All I will have is the memories and so I really shouldn't care so much about the stuff.

This doesn't actually help.  It just fuels the fire and pisses me off even more.  I WANT to take my pictures with me.  My pictures are my most prized and loved possessions.  They capture moments and memories so much better than I can remember them.  I love to look at my pictures over and over again.  Those sweet moments of my newborn babies, candid shots of Andy and I playing and laughing together.  I want to keep those.  I am going to find a way to take them with me.

I catch myself trying to negotiate it with God sometimes.  It usually tends to be one sided so I guess that isn't really negotiating so much as me just nagging.  It pretty much goes like this,  Come on Pleeeeeease?  Can't I pleeeeease take my pictures with me?  I promise to be real good. 

I have a long way to go, but I really am trying.  The fact that I haven't actually shed any tears over my statue is a big step.  Granted, I have lamented and mourned for several weeks now so it may not be that big of a step, but I'm striving.  

I can't make any promises about giving up my pictures though.  I may get to the point where I will willing give up all my other treasures, but I am pretty sure that I am going to be buried with all my pictures.  It will be a big binder full of Sartori Family DVD's.  

So Andy make a note, upon my death I wish to be buried with all of my pictures of my loved ones.  You better believe I'm taking them with me.