Tuesday 23 December 2008

Baby Number Four

NO! I'm not pregnant....not not not pregnant. I just figured it was time to officially announce our latest addition. He's been with us since the 1st of November but I've been a little busy to post much. Better late than never.... And here he is:



BONES
our lil' great dane
He was sooooo little at the time despite looking huge. He's 11 weeks here.


Not too impressed with the 3 hour ride home.



The girls were THRILLED with their surprise. They had no clue where we'd gone!



Tuckered out after a long day with the girls. That's how he used to sleep.



This is how he sleeps now. C-R-A-Z-Y!!



He's very obedient and he's a really quick learner. Clever clever boy. He's just sooo stubborn!



This bones over a month ago...he's even bigger now. According to the vet, he's now 38ish kilos which is about 84 pounds! You should hear his bark...



Just a little perspective of just how big his head is! He just loves Anderson and takes very good care of him. He's quite the protector.



He LOVED the snow we just had! He couldn't get enough!!



Goofy ears...he had the zoomies and he just lost it and went wild!



In case you are interested....here is his daddy:
...and the handler is tall. We're in for a big dog I do believe!!

Monday 22 December 2008

And now it's Sloane's turn in the spotlight!



















As most of you are aware, we're a gymnastics minded family. Well, at least some of us are...much to his dismay and my chagrin, Matt is slowly coming around. He sees how much the girls love it and how their eyes twinkle and that seems to be enough for him.

So, since it was display season at the Club, Sloane got her chance to stand under the spotlight.

And boy did she shine!!



Time for a brief little warm-up...shakin' out those itty bitty legs and arms.










And now it's time to get ready for the jump turns and bunny hops.










...and now gettin' ready for the forward rolls.












Out for the final bow...









At the end of the show, all the Gymlets got the chance to come back out on the floor and give a big wave. Sloane wasn't impressed and really just wanted to the part where she would get some sweets from the flippin' Santa.








No, she wasn't angry...he was truly a Santa that did flips across the floor! Check out the pink tights!! :)









Her big sister was soooo proud of her, as were we all.

Sunday 14 December 2008

It's officially Christmas...

...generally for most it's marked by the end of Thanksgiving, or perhaps the first snow or even just the 1st of December. For us though, it begins with the gymnastics Christmas display that's been all consuming Avery's lessons since the beginning of October. It's quite an incredible production and the girls have an absolute blast. On one hand the display is the perfect culmination of all their hard work over the course of a year and it's a great charity event. On the other hand, it's one of the most stressful and agonizing things we parents go through. Can we get tickets? Do we have enough tickets? Can we manage to arrive 1.5 hours early so we can get in the queue for good seats? The list goes on...

So here are a few photos from the first performance of six that she's doing this year. They've been cast as snow white and seven dwarfs and Avery happens to be Sneezy. Not much commentary this time...I figure I had better post these pictures quickly as I've been pretty lazy about doing it lately. Not that I don't have anything else going on in our lives. Ah...but that's for another post altogether :) Maybe I'll get those done in let's say...a few months or so.


Pre-show jitters


A little warm up




Avery's best bud, Dani...a sleep dwarf and Ha Ha Choo!!!





And a final bow...what a great show it was!


Sunday 5 October 2008

To honor a soldier...

I don't remember exactly when but I promised my mother that one day I would bring her to the cemetery where her biological father had been buried during WWII. It'd been years since I made that promise but last month, Matthew and I were able to make sure we honored it. And in doing so we were finally able to properly honor a soldier.


Lorraine Cemetery is located at St. Avold, France and covers 113 1/2 acres of land. It contains the largest number of graves of military Dead of World War II in Europe, a total of 10, 489. Most of these fell during battles in the border regions and at the conquest of the Rhine. My grandfather, CPL Samuel W. Gibson, was one of those soldiers.


Looking from his grave toward the whole of the cemetery is a humbling yet breathtaking experience. Just to stand there...you get goosebumps.


In the memorial chapel, a group of five statues of allegorical figures represents the eternal struggle for freedom (below).


The southern wall carries a vast map showing the military operations that were carried out.

It was on this wall (above) that we learned where CPL Gibson was probably killed, something we weren't too sure of before our visit.

On each side of the memorial, a wall for the Missing bears the names of 444 young American Soldiers whose bodies were never found. Below is the view of the cemetery from the Chapel stairs, next to the wall for the Missing.

On the other side of the cemetery is the Belvedere. It's an overlook where you can view the whole cemetery. Atop the Belvedere is an enormous eagle.


It was an incredible trip to say the least and I am so thankful that we were able to do it. We'd always known that my mother's father passed away in WWII and had been buried in France. And we'd always known that it must have been an incredibly difficult choice for my grandmother to make. The choice of not returning him to the United States and instead burying him in France where he'd fallen. What we would never have truly realized, had we not physically visited the cemetery, was how right her choice was. He remains with his fellow soldiers. He's but one among thousands however, that brings us comfort. They are all so well taken care of. Always looked after. Constantly tended. Every hour of every day. And they will never...never be forgotten.


Wednesday 24 September 2008

We are so pleased to announce the arrival of...



Anderson Sheppard Dunker
Born 23 August, 2008 at 11 something in the morning.

It's pathetic, isn't it, that after the third baby, I can't even remember the exact time he was born? I'm positive that he weighed 7 lbs 5 ounces but I have no clue what his length was. Here in the UK they don't take those measurements so I take no responsibility for that missing information. I have to admit that for most of the pregnancy I couldn't even tell you how far along I was. All I could muster was my due date and hope that you'd figure it out on your own.

For those of you that have more than one child, I'm sure you're nodding your head right along with me. For those of you that are still at one will convince yourselves that you'll be different. (have I got news for you!!) And for those of you out there that don't have any children yet will think that I just don't pay attention. But it's really not my fault. And it isn't just some old wives tale. It is the God's honest truth:

Children eat your brain.

I'm hoping that it gets better with time but the unfortunate part of that is that then I get older...which we all know does not do the mind any good anyway.It 's a losing battle, I know. That's okay, I'll probably forget about it in a week.

What was I talking about before? Ah yes...Anderson.

He showed up a bit early, much to my chagrin and Matt's surprise. As many of you know, I wasn't blessed with the virtue of patience so I was psyched that he wanted to make his presence known over 2 weeks early. Personally, I knew he'd be early because the whole nesting thing kicked into overdrive that week. Instead of grocery shopping like I did pregnant with Avery, (2 shopping carts FULL at the commissary the day before she was born)...this time it was just plain shopping. Coffee tables, comforters, sheets, baskets, picture frames, pictures, curtains, knick-knacks, clothes for the girls: you name it, I probably bought it. Matt however, thought the little trouper would be on-time or even late. So when the guys at work asked him out for drinks that Friday night he of course, said yes. We have such marvelous timing, don't ya think?

Thankfully we had a few hours before it was show-time. I got some sleep and Matt got some much needed coffee. The actual delivery went fine and we both did great. I wound up with an emergency c-section because he didn't tolerate the contractions well at all (his heartrate fell very low). So off we went to surgery and I was lucky enough to have one of "those" experiences. It's one where you're happily numb and then all of a sudden, you aren't. Eck. I thought I could push through the pain and not say anything...I didn't want to be a high maintenance patient and plus I thought I just might be tough enough to take it. Silly me. Stupid Kerrie.

After white knuckling it for awhile and almost pulling the screen down, Matt finally made me say something. I'm so glad that he knows me better than I know myself! The docs took care of the pain quickly and then Matt began to give me a play by play. They then took down the screen so that I could watch the surgeon yank the little chap right out. Anders was screaming before she could even grab a hold of him. It was amazing, especially to be able to watch it despite the c-section. Then the nurses immediately grabbed him and then gave him to me...something I'll never forget. In the states I don't think they hand them over to you if you're the one flat on the table. He just laid on my chest, staring into my eyes and it was right then that I began a love affair with someone other than my husband.


Sooo tiny!

Okay...I'm a little mixed up here according to Matt. He informed me, after reading through this blog that the pain meds wore off after they took Anders out and after I held him. So, like I said...I'd never forget him lying on my chest staring at me it's just that I've forgotten the time line. Told you. Children eat your brain.

He has his daddy's eyes. His nose. Mouth. Ears. I'm forced to admit, since pictures don't lie...Anders is another Dunker clone and yet again, I was merely a host. BUT...he at least has my hair. For now anyway...we'll see what happens in about 24 years.


Fast-forwarding to now. Anders is 6 weeks old already and nearly 5 pounds heavier. He is a chunk-a-dunk! Rolls, double chin and the squishiest arms. He's just so handsome and the girls can't get enough of him. I think he's got a dimple on his right cheek and he's got this smirk that melts me. It's just all going by too fast. Before you know it, he's going to be scootin' around the floor trying to pull the girls hair or running from them because they want to put eyeshadow on him. I used to think that I couldn't wait for the next milestone but for some reason, this time...I just want time to stand still.






I have a feeling that he's going to be dressed up like a doll by the girls before we know it.

Nana's favorite baby!

Aunt Kelley's favorite nephew!

Silly kids...