Brooke

She's 4 1/2. She's the middle sister. She's smart. Courteous. Curious. Left handed.  She likes to swim. She LOVES life. She LOVES her sisters. 

Oh how Birthday's change when you're thirty-something!

I remember always having that excited feeling the night before my Birthday. It's the same feeling I used to get on Christmas Eve.
I crawled in to my bed on April 9 and I felt nothing. I was thinking to myself how this could be? Where did that feeling go? Why wasn't I excited for the big day? When and how did I lose that "feeling"?? I want that feeling back!
Chris always makes a big fuss over my birthday. In that regard, I feel very special. Here's what we do on Wilson birthday's.
1. Coffee and presents in bed. First thing. No breakfast. Presents are the number one priority.
I personally like to spread the present opening out- but no- this is the Wilson way!

I don't have point #2. That is all. That is the big deal. The opening of the presents in bed. So- really, the birthday is over at around 8am. That's ok though- cuz it's more fun for the girls to make a big fuss the rest of the day. Singing Happy Birthday all day and telling me that they love me. Chris made me a lovely dinner too... and we had ice cream cake!

We haven't been using our camera much lately, but here are some iPhone pictures.. sorry if they're dark.

Our trip to Victoria- that really wasn't a trip.

There's one thing I know for sure. It doesn't matter what shoes you're wearing when your kid is sick. I took careful steps to prepare for our vacation to Victoria. Bags were packed with outfit sets. Nails were painted. Spray tan applied! Sleepovers at Grandparents were scheduled. Then the rug got pulled out from under us on our drive out to Victoria. The flu. It hit Dylan hard.. and then lingered on.. and then took a big turn for the worst when she collapsed with a seizure in our hotel room on our first day in Victoria. Ambulance came. 3 more seizures later- she was hooked up to IV's, she was poked with needles and pumped full of drugs. Drugs that turned her in to a caged animal when she woke. Drugs that inhibited her from being able to walk for 6 more days. Drugs that kept her from eating. Losing 4 lbs is a blessing for most of us, but for an 18mos old, it makes her look like she's been starved. Starving she is. She's been waking multiple times at night to eat and when she's awake during the day, she's eating and holding on to me for dear life. 

The day before the big event. She was walking around happy as can be. 

In her daddy's arms. 

Her IV board. She chewed on it every chance she got. 

After sedation and an EEG to test her brain for seizure activity. ALL CLEAR!

The happiest part of Victoria General Hospital? The  bunny rabbits!

After flying Dylan home to recoup, she sat in our bed (covered in towels in case of more puking) and ate constantly. Those big eyes. They say a lot. 

Pottery time!

I haven't taken a pottery class in a couple of years. Prior to that, I had to been dabbling in it since 2006. This last class was different for me. I just couldn't get in to it again. Perhaps it was because it ran from 7pm-10pm. That is when I turn in to a pumpkin. So 5 weeks went by and I had NOTHING to show for it. So- i took my clay home and sat down at the dining room table and hand built a few things. It was at that point I felt "in to it" . Here are the final results. They are just so springy!!!

Don't you just love the color in these? 

A more traditional item- that I actually did on the wheel- Ok- here's the ONE thing I did in class.

I made 16 napkin rings. Surely I'll be handing a set out- as I am not sure what I'll do with 16!

Pinch pot bowl. 

Pinch pot nesting bowls! (they are a light yellow)