Saturday, June 12, 2010

Georgia, The Photographer

 My camera has been missing quite a few times as of late.  Here is documentation of its travels.

Well Hello, Camera...

Poor Jack

Belly Shot with Car 

Serious Face


Hmm, how exactly does this work?

Bella again.

I don't even know what to say about this one.  I was thinking future facebook shot.

Ok, let's try a happy one.

One more of Bella.  Ah, yes.  That's the shot she was looking for.  (By the way, there were literally 23 shots of Bella over 3 different sittings)

The 'chill' shot.  Yes, this is Jackson's pacifier.

Behold, the next great photographer of our time.

Thursday, June 10, 2010


Amidst the craziness of three kids 3 and under, we have some fun times.  I love that they are close enough in age to really bond and be friends.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A Fond Farewell

So the latest fun thing around the Coffey household is the myriad of caterpillars crawling around.  The kids love to catch and keep them as pets.  Georgia recently caught one, and kept it in a jar.  It  survived the night (a minor miracle considering the amount of crap she stuffed in that jar with it) and the next day we put it into a little type of bug cage - really just some netting with a zipper to keep the bugs in.  Well, after her nap Georgia was looking for the caterpillar.  She unzipped the netting and was moving twigs around to find it.  I went to do something in the yard, and when I returned, Georgia was standing uncharacteristically still with her hands behind her back, staring at the cage.  I asked her what happened.  Georgia: The caterpillar is stuck
Me: Where?
Georgia: In the zipper.
I approached the scene of the accident to find half of the caterpillar on the ground below the cage, and the other half stuck in between the teeth of the zipper.  
Me: What happened?
Georgia: He was trying to get out so I closed it and he got stuck.

So sad.  Goodbye, future butterfly.  Some photos to honor your memory.  And your caregiver/death-bringer.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Jackson is 2!

Happy Birthday, Jackson!  I can't believe my little boy is 2 years old.  My Gram made Jack a cake that looked like a truck.  Jackson didn't care about the cake, but he sure did like the Oreos that she used to make the wheels.  We got him a basketball hoop, which he loves!  My aunt Rachel got him some cars, which were an immediate hit. So fun to have a boy!
Had to throw this one in here of Nana and EmJ - too cute!

Friday, June 4, 2010


Not too long ago, we had that experience that every parent dreads.  We were hanging out with our lifegroup on our back porch when our neighbor came around and said, "There's been an accident.  Georgia is in the ambulance and they are on their way back to your house."  Brian and I hear only "Accident.  Georgia.  Ambulance."  Ellie, our next door neighbor, was watching Georgia and Jackson and had taken them back to the park.  I got through my head that they were on the way to our house, but why were they not here yet?  We waited for what seemed like an eternity for the ambulance to arrive.  It was not coming, not coming, not coming.  Thoughts were running through my head like, 'What if it is worse than they thought and they are taking her to the hospital?  What if, what if, what if?'  So, I did what any irrational mother would do in my situation - if the ambulance would not come to me, I would go to it.  I started walking up the hill from our house toward the direction I knew the ambulance would have to come to go to our house.  I finally spotted it down the street and they stopped to let me on.  Georgia was doing ok - a little upset, but handling it ok.  She was trying to climb on the jogging stroller and fell off and cut her head.  It is pretty amazing how much blood can come out of a tiny little cut on a 3-year-old head.  Ellie, our poor babysitter, did a great job taking care of everything.  Although Georgia had a rough time, I would say that it was probably the best night of Jackson's life.  He hopped off the ambulance at home saying, "Truck!  Amb-be-ence!"  Well, Georgia was fine, more scared than anything.  When I was putting her to bed that night, she said "The ambulance was pretty fun.  They didn't have to give me a shot.  I was cried a little because I was a little scared."  I could not say enough about the paramedics that helped her.  They invited us back to the firestation that weekend to see the trucks.  Here are the pics from our visit.