Lost

Okay, so I was sitting here reading my sisters' posts about their adorable babies and thinking about what I could possibly put in my blog today that is even remotely interesting. Here's what I got: So at about 8:00 p.m. this evening while I'm bathing my kiddos there was a knock at the door. The little guy from down the street wants to know if his sister is ready to come home. Huh? I proceed to tell him that his sister, who is 6 years old, went home over an hour ago. Now by this time, as I'm sure you all know, it is completely dark and I get really freaked out when the dad pulls up in his truck and can't believe it when I tell him that his daughter is really not in our house. Now, as scary as this all is, the thing that I got out of it was the reaction from my children. They were absolutely frantic, wanting immediately to go out on a search for their lost friend. I was very touched by their compassion and concern. You know, I wonder all the time if I am instilling any good values and attributes in my children. They never cease to disappoint. Oh, and if you're wondering, we did not send out a search party; however, we did walk down to find little Hayden safe and sound at home after wandering off to another friend's house. So ends another eventful day at our house!!

Learning Experience

Well, today was a glimpse into what my life would be like if I had another baby. I had the privelege of watching my best friend's 1-year-old daughter, McKinzie, while she was at work. The plan is for me to do this for the rest of the week as well. She is such a sweet baby and Faith was an excellent little helper, although I could definitely see some jealousy coming out with her overzealous singing and dancing and "mommy look at me's." We did spend a majority of the day in the car. First, driving to pick Faith up from school, next home for naps, then on to Noah and Hannah's school to pick them up, and finally off to an appointment before returning home to wait for Auntie Christy to come and claim her precious baby. It's weird, but I can't seem to remember how I did it with Noah and Hannah being 16 months apart. I can't remember ever having to ask my son to please hold his baby sister in the bathroom stall so that mom could use the restroom. Poor Faith!!! What a sight it was watching my 3-year-old struggle to hold up her baby "cousin." All of my kiddos were amazing helpers, and I am looking forward to the rest of the week.

The fam

Well, this is us, the Vavra family. Not the best picture in the world, but work with me here. Once I figure this thing out, I might even take some more recent pictures for your viewing pleasure. Hehe!

Hoppin on the train!!

Okay, well here I go. I am now officially aboard the blog train. I can't guarantee how dedicated I will be to this, but it definitely seems like a lot of fun so we'll give it a whirl. It's nice to have a place that us parents can dedicate just to bragging about our kiddos (or venting about their wrongdoings). Well, this is my first post. Short and sweet, as I had not intended on even doing this when I logged on to check it out. More to come soon. Maybe I will even figure out how to post pictures :)