Posts tagged ‘nephew’

February 25, 2013

kaden.

Man, this kid is awesome. Probably one of the easiest babies I’ve ever known…and if you have read this blog for very long, you know I have been thru nieces and nephews left and right for years.

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He hardly ever cries (only heard him cry maybe twice) and he laughs at the littlest things.

And he gives kisses! It’s so cute.

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August 18, 2012

welcome, little one.

Kaden Matthew was born Friday morning at 3:24am, weighing in at 8lbs 6ozs. He’s got a crazy amount of thick, soft hair, and he smells like a new baby should. He is a tiny Matt with cute Morgan cheeks. Adorable.

Matt and Morgan are both new parents, and they are a little bit timid and scared of him. I think they are afraid to hurt him, but everyone has assured them that he is far tougher than they are giving him credit for.

August 17, 2012

dayton.

Dayton and Layla spent Tuesday evening with us because their momma was helping Matt and Morgan get the house ready for baby Kaden (who arrived at 3:30 this morning!). Layla fell asleep so Dayton and I went outside to make sure that she could at least get a little bit of a nap. Cranky babies aren’t all that much fun, so the longer the nap, the happier the Layla.

And I, of course, had a chance to snap some new pictures of Dayton. He is growing up so fast, and I don’t know where the time is going.

August 13, 2012

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We had Morgan and baby Kaden’s baby shower yesterday, and even though it was small (it was just our family because she’s had a few other showers too), she got some cute stuff. Really cute stuff actually.

Kaden should be here in the next few weeks (due on September 11), but we are all pretty sure he will be early. We hope anyway, and I know Morgan is praying he comes early.

Can’t wait to meet the little guy.

June 20, 2012

Dayton & Layla.

Lindsay wanted to get some shots of the kids for Todd for his Father’s Day so we took them to Ward-Meade Park one evening last week for a small shoot. I always have fun shooting these sweeties. Dayton was bored right away, but we managed to get some good ones before a total meltdown. And Layla, well, she is just Layla, sweet and smiley. The colors were great. The sun was in about just the right place.

And they turned out pretty great, if I do say so myself.

March 20, 2011

Silent Sunday.

August 20, 2010

love this kid.

I mean, really. How could I not?

June 22, 2010

oh, caleb.

This boy is hilarious. And super smart. He’s 6 years old and can read words like “studio” and barbeque.” I know it’s been a long time since I was 6, but I am pretty sure I couldn’t read those words. He can keep up with conversations like an adult and throws out big words that make me wonder “where the heck did he learn that word?”

Since they moved to the farm, I haven’t spent as much time with him (or the rest of his brothers or sisters) as I had when they were just across the bridge. Despite that fact, he is still close with me, and I think everyone knows he holds a little special place in my heart. He was my little angel baby nephew when I desperately needed something to make me happy.

He still makes me laugh, of course. A few days ago I took him to get his disposable camera developed (which he was so excited about), and he giggled the entire way back to the house while looking at his pictures. I don’t know if he is really interested in the picture-taking side of it, or if he just wanted another toy, but I’m going to encourage every creative cell in his little head to kick its way out.


Being like Aunt Carrie wouldn’t be the worst thing that happened to him.

June 20, 2010

1 year old.

April 7, 2010

almost time.

Matt’s graduation is coming up soon. I don’t hardly even remember when he started high school, but now they’re letting him out. Crazy. We took his senior pictures in August and got those ready. Then I spent the past 2 months thinking about and designing his announcements, and the past few days have been putting them together and getting them ready to be mailed. Finally, the entire things are done!



Final product. The vellum comes up on the right and you can take his senior pictures out.

December 21, 2008

I wasn’t ready for that one.

Usually nothing about being asked about my accident bothers me.  I would rather explain my accident and injury rather than have people stare and wonder.  It doesn’t bother to take a few minutes out of my time if helping someone understand something better is what is the outcome.  I wish more people would ask.

But when the one asking is my 5-year-old nephew, and he asks genuinely and quietly and really wants to understand, it’s hard to explain without choking up just a bit.  Caleb has always had a special place in my heart, and I think that it is obvious to everyone who knows us.  He was the very first good thing to look forward to after I was injured.  I had just found out that Sandra was pregnant just a few days prior to my injury, so his development was what I tried to focus on it while I was in rehab.  And he was born just a few months after I got home.  In some ways, I feel that as he grew, so did I.  He was just beginning, and I was just starting over.  We grew together.

Even now when I pick him up from school, he grabs my hand with his little hand and we happily go to the van together.  It’s just me and Caleb.  He doesn’t notice that some people look twice or hold their attention to me for an extra second, wondering about the wheelchair.  He just goes along with it.  We’re kind of a team when we are together, I guess.

I never really have thought about telling Caleb about my injury–or how it happened.  He has never known me to be able to walk, and I just accepted that as how it is.  He was always too little to understand, and I thought he was too little to put any of his own thought or curiosity into the situation.  I was wrong.  

Last night, he walks up, puts his hand on my arm, and asks with his dark little eyes “Aunt Carrie, why do you have to have this wheelchair?”  It caught us all off guard.  I didn’t really know what to say to him.  It isn’t just another kid asking; it’s Caleb.  I want him to understand what really happened, instead of just giving him some easy story to satisfy his curiosity for the moment.  I know he’s too young to really get it, but when he is old enough to, I’ll have to explain it again, better.  I told him it was a car accident, and it hurt me bad enough to make my legs not work.  He thought for a moment and then asked “But you got a new van already, right?”  Ah, so to him, the wreck was just like the one I had in November.  For now, that’s okay.  He doesn’t understand the severity of it, or the timeline either.  I don’t expect him to yet.  In the future, he’ll need another talk, or maybe he’ll ask more questions.  Whichever comes first, I’ll be more ready for.  I wish I had anticipated that he would want some kind of explanation someday.  After all, he never saw me in the hospital with a halo, in Colorado, so weak and sick that even doing the easiest daily things was a serious chore to do alone.  He doesn’t know that things haven’t always been this way.  

I don’t know why it affected me the way it did, why I was so upset about it last night the way I was.  But it did, and I was.  It just made me realize that the toughest people to make understand are the ones I want to understand the most.

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