Christmas Morning

We tried to get a picture of the whole family after church on Christmas morning.

 Not bad for a "set the cheap camera and run back to your spot" picture!

And I really hate pregnant pictures of myself (I think I have two pictures between 3 pregnancies), but since I had the nice Christmas tree as a backdrop, I told Colonel Mustard to take a picture-- quick before I changed my mind. Someday I might want to remember how huge I was...and I probably won't want to remember the panic attacks I keep having because they are growing so fast I am certain sometimes I'm going to suffocate from lack of air!

6 Months (roughly)

Merry Christmas

As usual, it is impossible to get a good picture of these three together--I must have taken 50 and this is the best it got!

...and now they are nestled all snug in their beds...squawking and talking like three bobble heads!

We tried to threaten that Santa would bring coal if they didn't behave better. Ethan said, "That's okay. If he brings me coal I'll paint a face and some polka dots on it and have a pet rock to be my friend!"

Can't argue with that.

My Christmas letter this year will be short. Our fridge went out a few hours ago, and as usual, I feel like throwing up, so I'm saving what energy I have left for Santa!

We have had a good year-- we're all still here and mostly healthy, so what can really be bad? It's hard to believe this will be our last Christmas as a family of five-- I figured we'd be spending many, many Christmases as a family of five. It's also hard to believe that next year, the girls will outnumber the boys. I always believed our family would have more boys and I will admit, I'm a little sad it won't-- I really love me some boys!

I'd like to say I'm excited for 2012, but we have many different challenges ahead this next year, and sometimes the thought becomes a little too daunting, so I'll hang onto 2011 for the last few days I can.

In the last few weeks, I've thought a lot about Mary. I often feel overwhelmed at the task I've been given. I feel very weak in spirit from the constant sickness and discomfort and sometimes wonder how I'll survive to the end of this pregnancy. I have been comforted when I think of Mary and the burden, much greater than mine, she must have carried. Can you imagine, knowing for nine months that the child you carried would be the Savior of the World? What an amazing woman she must have been.

We hope you and yours have a very Merry Christmas and can feel of the spirit of that precious baby born so many years ago.

Love,
The Peacocks

Resolution

 

I know it's not January yet, and I hate New Year's resolutions anyway, but I needed to record for myself that I really made one and kept it! Actually I wouldn't really even call it a resolution, but rather a goal I made for myself at the beginning of the year.

Last January, I made a goal to read the entire standard works in one year, and I'm very proud to say that yesterday I finished! I feel a little guilty admitting it was only my second time that I've read the Bible in it's entirety, but now at least I can say I've read it through twice. I thought I'd record for myself Ten things I learned.

1) It is nearly impossible to feel the spirit of the scriptures if your kids are in the room. You will get a lot more out of it if they are asleep when you read  (or otherwise engaged in an activity in another part of the house).

2) The Old Testament is still as boring (for the most part) as I remember it. However, there is some very solid history of the foundation of the world and it really helps you to understand why so many in the world are as screwed up as they are!

3) If you can get past (and stay awake) the middle of the Old Testament, the end offers some of the most beautiful poetry ever written. (and it is very well appreciated at that point)

4) The New Testament, while obviously boasting the most important history of Christ's life, is surprisingly dry after John, and didn't capture me as well as I had hoped.

5) Revelation and Isaiah still make no sense to me (guess that means I need to keep reading)

6) The Doctrine and Covenants is a unique historical record. While not as eloquently written as some, there is a lot of important doctrine to be had.

7) It took me until the very end of the Doctrine and Covenants to feel the spirit of the book and the witness I had been seeking since the first section.

8) The Book of Mormon-- I saved the best for last. Wow--is all I can say! If you thought you appreciated the Book of Mormon, try taking many months of reading other scripture and then coming back to the Book of Mormon. I was so excited to finally get back to it. The spirit is overwhelming when you simply open the book. There is no other book like it.

10) I could pick out a few chapters in 2 Nephi, Alma, 3rd Nephi and Ether and give a more pure and concise explanation of the gospel than all other scripture combined. Amazing book--and by far the most captivating story as well.

10) I really want to do this again next year and see what I learn that is different. (Though I must admit I am a little sad thinking about 9 months before I get back to the Book of Mormon) 


If anyone is looking for a worthwhile New Year's goal this next year, I can promise you will not be sorry for trying this one. ( and remember, these are just my opinions--try it yourself and let me know what you learn.)

The Name Game

The worst part about having a new baby boy?-- finding a name everyone can agree on and a nice middle name to match.

The worst part about having a baby girl?-- finding a name, any name... that Colonel Mustard can agree on (forget if anyone else likes it or not).

So you can imagine the dilemma at our house of coming up with TWO girl names and TWO middle names to go with them.

We've really tried to solve this problem--unfortunately nothing thus far has stuck.

The kids and I made a list of about 25 names that at least two of us liked. We gave the list to Colonel Mustard and instructed him to circle any names he would Remotely consider--------he crossed off every name on the list.

Then we talked about keeping to our "southern roots" and naming them Bobbie Jo and Billie Jean.

The kids like Fiona, so we decided on Fiona and Fantasia.

Out of desperation, we came up with Philomena and Wilomena.

These are all nice ideas, but we thought maybe we could be more creative.

Since all our babies have looked the same, Colonel Mustard and I are a bit concerned if we will be able to tell two newborn girls apart. I told him to be sure they took a Sharpie and wrote "A" and "B" on their feet when they came out until we could find a better way to identify them--- but then again, why bother. We can just put "Baby A" and "Baby B" on their birth certificates and be done with it.

Tonight, Colonel Mustard suggested that we get a big box of crayons and each randomly reach in and pull out a crayon. Okay, baby A will be "Magenta", and oh look...baby B gets to be "Light Blue"!

Colonel Mustard's favorite idea however, comes from Ebay where a couple sold the right to name their baby girl for $15,000. Never mind they had to name her "Virgin Mary"-- they got a hefty sum for doing so! Imagine what we could get for the rights to name our twins! (tempting)

So if anyone has any suggestions--we're open to them. Remember however, not to be offended. Colonel Mustard will probably hate your idea too--unless you're paying him to use it!

Whine Session

You ever have one of those days when you just feel picked on and nothing is going to help you feel better but to whine? Yeah, I have a lot of those days. Today--is one of those days.
I feel like total crap--again nothing new for me, but I judge the quality of the day on how long I can go before giving in to the meds. Today, I made it out of bed and straight to the pill bottle--a pretty good sign that today is going to suck.
Now it's Saturday and normally I would just say junk it, but I had plans today. Colonel Mustard had to work today and I NEED to bake today. I keep putting it off because it's just no fun right now, but next week is the last week of school before Christmas. Yes, I know what you're thinking-" go to the store already and buy some cookies--no one will think any less of you at this point." That would be great and all, but Ava has a school party next week. They are making Christmas cookies AND Gingerbread houses. (thanks to whomever thought we really had to do both). Ava can't eat anything at the store. Even the allergy friendly cookies are off the table for her--so I'm stuck. And I can't find any recipes that don't require major modifications. And I'm not creative AT ALL today.

So.... I sat down and cried (cause that's what pregnant ladies do). And then I decided I would whine a little so everyone knew how picked on I felt today. ( Funny-- I don't feel any better after whining) Now I'm going to go find that pill bottle again and put on some big girl panties--cause Ava WILL get to celebrate just like everyone else even if I have to alternate cookie cutting and vomiting!

Here's hoping you have a funner day than me!

Family Pictures

We had family pictures done a few weeks ago and I was just changing out the old for the new. I couldn't help but notice how much difference a year makes-- our kids are getting so old! Andrew reminded me yesterday that he is only about a foot shorter than me. Thanks kid-- I was already feeling the pinch when I went to go buy him new shoes and we wear the SAME size. That's right-- I bought my 8 year old the same size tennis shoes as I wear! My final height prediction for that kid is 6'1"- 6'2" and I predict he will be battling to overtake my height by 12 or 13 (let's see how close I get) Fortunately for me, the other two have never been able to quite maintain Andrew's hyper-growth, so maybe it will take them a little longer to pass me up!

thanks to our great photographer, Dixie Taylor Photography!

A little story from my Garden

I know it seems a little off to show produce from my garden in December, but I have to start the story from the beginning.

These are just a couple of samples from my garden this summer. Not that strange. I have had several "twin" vegetables in my garden before, but this year was a little different. This year I had a LOT of twin vegetables in my garden--noteworthy enough that I snapped a couple of pictures because I thought it was so funny that it kept happening (too much fertilizer?!?)

Little did I know in July, when I took these pictures that less than two months later, my garden anomaly would become a very poignant memory to me.

Colonel Mustard and I have made it quite loud and clear that Ava was our last child. After that awful pregnancy, I was certainly done and Colonel Mustard could not wrap his mind around any more kids given the never ending doctor and hospital bills she has brought to our plate. I prayed for a year and a half to make sure we were making the right decision, and when I didn't receive an answer, I assumed that meant we were done. Not 100% sure, but confident enough that Colonel Mustard and I decided to make a trip to Goodwill with all our baby stuff-- yep everything--except Ava's baby clothes (it hadn't been long enough and I was overly emotional giving away the boys' stuff).

The day before my baby's (Ava) 3rd Birthday, I had a very rough day. I went to church feeling not well and my heart seemed to be pounding out of my chest. On top of that, I had several "I'm going to throw up" moments the few days before--and to top it off, I knew some one expected-- had not arrived yet. That evening I stopped the denial and headed out to get the test to convince myself of what I already knew. I wish I could say I was happy, but few things are more terrifying to me than a positive pregnancy test.

I became the sickest I've ever been it the following 3 weeks--and an ER doctor insisted that medication wasn't enough, my HCG levels were "sky high" and I needed to be seen by my doctor right away. At 7 weeks I saw my doctor and informed him that this child must not be human because I was pretty sure I couldn't get sicker than I was with Ava--and yet I was. Less than two minutes later he confirmed what has always been one of my worst fears--I was not carrying a human--I was carrying two. It was a very surreal moment lying on the table shaking and crying-- I shall never forget the instant when he deleted "single" and typed in "twin A."

Long story short-- a lot of medication, a lot of weight loss (and huge gains), a lot of crying, a couple of Moms to pick up the pieces when I couldn't hardly get myself to the shower-- here we are, still sick 99% of the time (but thankfully functioning as long as I'm drugged), 21 weeks in and 5 ultrasounds later--we are expecting twin girls!-- Very hard for me to say out loud!

And I guess I should thank my Heavenly Father for these two little miracles (although I must admit for the last 5 months it seems like the worst practical joke ever). I'm certain in 5 years time I will never be able to imagine my life any different--and I will always laugh at the twin vegetables in my garden and remember a time when they were simply, a funny coincidence.

A beautiful day

It's November the 28th-- and there is talk of snow flying in Georgia tomorrow morning. It is immaterial whether or not we see the white stuff-the mere fact that it is in the forecast for November is enough to get me all sorts of giddy! Here's hoping we see some snow and this is a sign of a good winter to come! (all you snow haters--keep it to yourself)

a Lady Gaga Thanksgiving...

Apparently that's what we had at our house today.

Along with special guest Justin Bieber!

The Verdict...

A: Girl

B: Girl

Deep Thoughts...

Did you know that the aroma from opening a bag of rice cakes strangely resembles the smell of opening a can of tuna fish? Catalogue that in "wasted brain space."-- you're welcome.

She said she wants to be Cinderella...

We're good with that!

11 Years

I guess it's not a terribly noteworthy number, but still, it can't be passed by without mention. 11 years seems like a long time to be married, and yet it doesn't feel as though it's been that long.

Yes, we've put on a little weight, our hair has thinned a little (or a lot!), we've added some kids to the mix, and certainly gotten on one another's nerves more than once-- but I can honestly say, I'm just as smitten with him today as I was 11 years ago. And the nice thing about now vs. then-- he's seen me at my worst and still loved me, he's eaten my cooking for 11 years and still says thank you, and he still shares daily detailed descriptions of his bodily functions even when I've begged him not to!

This past year has definitely brought some unexpected challenges and developments and sometimes we look at one another and wonder, "How did we get here?" If I had the choice though, I don't think I'd change a thing-- if life came as planned, what fun would it be?

Since I'll be in bed long before he gets home tonight, I'd like to take the opportunity to say,-- Happy Anniversary Colonel Mustard! I love and appreciate you more than I could ever say.

Here's looking forward to our 12th anniversary-- maybe I'll be a worthwhile date next year and we can go out a celebrate!

XOXO

Weird things I do

Have you ever seen people post those lists of their weird habits and little strange things they do? Every time I read one I think to myself, "Well I must be pretty boring because I have no weird habits or strange things I do. I couldn't even begin to make a list." Please don't ask Colonel Mustard--I'm sure he could come up with a very long list, but then again, he's OCD, so I'm not sure his list would count as "Weird things I do" or just "Things I do that annoy his obsessive compulsive brain."

But this morning as I am sitting here eating my second breakfast for the day, I realized this little habit of mine may appear somewhat strange. I like to eat yogurt with one of those little rubber Gerber baby spoons. Why you ask? I have no earthly idea. I think it stemmed from once being out of clean spoons and grabbing a baby spoon cause it was there. Funny thing--we have no need for Gerber baby spoons in this house anymore, but I have never gotten rid of them for this express purpose--eating yogurt. It makes me happy! I don't know if the yogurt tastes better off a rubber spoon, or if I just like to chew on the rubber spoon while I'm eating yogurt. Either way, I don't much like eating yogurt without my little rubber spoon--now that is weird.

So, I hope you enjoyed that little weird tidbit about me--go on and continue shaking your head in amazement that I would devote 10 minutes of my day to recording it--that's weird too!

Six

Ethan turned six today, and I guess six comes with an attitude-- cause he's had a bad one all afternoon! Now that's not very nice of me to say on his birthday, but it also wouldn't be fair of me to lie and say he's been just peachy all day- when in reality, he is in his room pouting as we speak!
BUT, attitude or not, we still love him and are so grateful to have him in our family. He is our creative child and it has been so fun to watch this last year. He can sit and color, or draw, or create with paper, glue, scissors, and crayons for hours. When trying to figure out whose artwork we are looking at we know if it's messy-- it belongs to Andrew, and if it looks like it should belong to Andrew-- it actually belongs to Ethan. (sorry Andrew- I'm being brutally honest today!) Ethan has told us he has to practice since he's going to be an illustrator when he grows up ( or as Colonel Mustard calls it-- illustrator, Aka: permanent resident of my basement) !!
We celebrated with the usual- balloons in his bedroom this morning, followed by birthday cake and presents-- and we have resigned ourselves to a little trip to Chucky Cheese on Saturday.

His "Hippo in the Tub" birthday cake-- a blue raspberry cake, per Ethan's request. Ethan would like me to clarify that even though Mom is fired for putting a pink shower cap on the Hippo, it IS definitely a BOY hippo, not a girl.

We celebrated at Dad's office, since no one gets home before 8 or 9pm tonight.

Happy Birthday to our sweet, special Ethan. We love you and hope that six is a super fun year for you!

And we begin a second time

Okay, all of you that have said, "don't worry, it's so much easier when the second kid does it- it gets easier." You are all LIARS! Liars I tell you. While it is fun and exciting to watch each kid reach different milestones, I don't think it's any easier watching number 2, 3, 4, or however many you have, grow up.

Five days shy of his six birthday, Ethan lost (well, Dad pulled out) his first tooth this morning. Another toothless grin running around this house-- and another ill placed permanent tooth that screams "I need braces!"

And though I am not a fan of toothless grins, just like the first, he's-- Oh so cute to his Mommy.

Let's hope the tooth fairy remembers her job tonight!

Halloween

I love Halloween--probably not so much the actual holiday itself, but the fact that it is the beginning of the holiday season--which I really love!

 The kids love it too-- and we have a great neighborhood to trick-or treat in that makes it even more fun.

Here are the kids all dressed up  as pirates. Their costumes weren't that great this year-- I just didn't feel up to making anything or getting all crazy, so we settled a little.

We went trick or treating for 2 1/2 hours last night and I think we are all very tired today, but it was fun even if it did get very exhausting at the end.

Ava at her class party.  (Notice her "special" lunch table-- poor kid-- but it doesn't stop her from enjoying her lunch!)

 Ethan at his class party.

 I have no picture of Andrew at his class party-- cause 3rd grade sucks and they didn't have a party! I thought about getting a picture of him picking his nose here, but I don't think he would like me much if I did that!

Monster Cupcakes-- for Ethan's class party- I was so proud to be able to make cupcakes--the first real thing I've baked in months.

And of course Ava had to have some too!

Yeah for Halloween-- and I'm as giddy as I can be right now that's it's November 1st-- many reasons to be excited for November!

Who Does That??

Yesterday, I bought some turkey lunchmeat at Costco. (I know, you can't believe I'm writing about lunchmeat. I really am going somewhere with this.) It was a more expensive brand of "all natural" "lower sodium" "gourmet" turkey. So I bought it, brought it home, and made Ava a turkey sandwich for dinner-- cause she loves her a good turkey sandwich!

So the kids are finishing up with dinner and Ava starts to cry, "Mommy, my mouth hurts!" I was not surprised by this as I have had a sore throat for a week, and Andrew and Ethan have been complaining of it off and on-- I figure we're doing our usual battle with trying to fight off sickness before it takes over. I brush it off and tell her that I'll get her a drink and it will feel better, but she keeps crying and seems genuinely irritated. I get her a drink and notice she is grabbing her lips- which she always does when they are swelling. I move her hands and sure enough--both lips are swelling. I begin looking around at what she could have touched or gotten into and didn't find anything.

Frustrated, knowing the only thing she had eaten so far was a turkey sandwich, I reach in the fridge for the turkey to read the ingredient list--and there it was....Powdered milk ....in TURKEY??? Who does that? Have you ever seen powdered milk in turkey? Yes, I realize it is my fault for not reading the label, but do you know how many labels for meat I have read and have NEVER seen any ingredient like that before? Why would you put powdered milk in turkey and then call it "all natural?" Since when is milk a natural ingredient in turkey?

Long story short, I picked her up a comforted her for a couple minutes and prayed it would jut disappear. Unfortunately, it did not-- a minute later, the inside of her mouth was completely swollen and she was wheezing so we had to get out the trusty epi-pen and break my nearly 1 1/2 year streak of not using one.  (it expires in November and I was really looking forward to replacing one because it had expired instead of having to be used.)

So a big shout out to Dietz and Watson for your terribly overpriced "gourmet" turkey breast. I really enjoyed paying $100 for the 1 piece I used! (And Ava sincerely thanks you for being held down like an unruly prisoner by her big brother while her mother stabbed her-great fun!)

What about my needs?....

I saw this picture on Pinterest this morning and I had to stop and think for a minute. My reaction to this was twofold--

1) How true

2) How sad

Is this how most mothers really feel about their role? And I realized, sadly--it is. 

The scene of the nightly dinner table came into my head. 

I make the dinner, put it on the table, dish up kids' plates, cut up food, get out the condiments they are begging for, realize I forgot something to drink, go to the fridge to find there is nothing there and no one wants to settle for water...so I run to the storage room to get some juice, come back upstairs, get out glasses and fill them up for everyone, replenish condiments that have already been used up in the first two bites, get a new fork for the kid who dropped theirs on the floor, grab some napkins to put a stop the the "shirt napkin", grab my plate and begin to dish up my own dinner, only to have someone's juice spill all over my plate and the rest of the table, clean up the mess the best I can- leaving the major cleaning for after dinner, pour some more juice for the distraught child....FINALLY-- dish up my own dinner and sit down---and and that moment my husband stands up, picks up his dishes, delcares, "Thanks for dinner Honey"-- and puts his plate in the sink...And I eat dinner by myself with some dirty dishes--as kids scramble off to play.

(Insert Quote Here)

Then I realize in my self pity, I have missed the point entirely. I signed up for this. I got married young, had kids young, and agreed to take on the sacred responsibilities of wife and mother. And here I am, belittling the opportunity I have been given Then.... I realize, it's all a matter of perspective.

Take the same dinner scene--with a new perspective.

I had the opportunity to be home to make dinner for my family--because my husband works hard to make it a priority for me to be there. I have three beautiful children who depend on me to take care of them, and they know I will always be there no matter how trivial the request. I dish up food, and clean up messes, and put off my own selfish desires to serve the people I love. I receive gratitude for my efforts and then I am  left to enjoy my dinner in relative peace and quiet. 

It IS all a matter of perspective....and while I'm certain I will still have way too many moments of selfish "what about my needs?" moments, I think I'll pin this picture to help remind me of what I should be thinking instead.

The last two months... in a few words and pics

Many of these occasions deserved their own posts with some fluffy emotional words from their mother, but since I've been MIA for the last two months and don't yet have the energy to spout inspirational monologues, a pictorial overview will have to do. 

Ethan's third day of Kindergarten.

Yes, this is a bite mark from a 5 year old's mouth that was a minimum of 3 hours old when I saw it. The day before, he was sent home on the school bus when he was suppose to be a car rider--rough start to the year and a couple heated discussions with the principle.

Ava's first taco!

Yes, I know, it's not really note worthy when a 3 year old eats a taco, but this is Ava--it was exciting for us! (thank you whoever invented rice taco shells--they rock!)

Andrew turns 8.....and gets the worst birthday cake known to man (a carrot, carrot cake made with jelly beans at his request--I struggled and just couldn't finish putting all those jelly beans on the cake) and some takeout chinese. Poor kid--we tried to make it up to him a couple weeks later.

Andrew gets baptized.

Andrew and Dad (don't look too excited guys!)

Grandma and Grandpa Peacock came and saved Colonel Mustard and I from having to give the talks! And I guess I'm proud to announce that I didn't cry at the actual baptism. I had been so emotionally traumatized the week prior that I was pretty well spent by Saturday.

 The After Party!

 It was 96 degrees that day and the kids absolutely loved this jumpy house/waterslide. Worth every penny (especially after he gracefully endured a less than stellar Birthday) My mother in law got this great shot of the kids before the crowd showed up.

Ethan's field trip to Jaemor Farms.

Aren't five year old's so cute??!!

And sad day, he's about to lose a tooth--I don't think it's going to hold on until his Birthday :-(

Andrew started cub scouts!

In case you didn't know- I'm not a big fan of scouts--one more thing to do and keep track of. But after going to the first pack meeting, I could see all this silliness is perfect for an 8 year old boy and I'll shut my mouth and endure!

Ava's first day of Preschool

She started late cause she was on the waiting list, but she is absolutely loving it. She goes 2 days a week and gets so excited when she gets to go!

Ava after her first day of Preschool (go figure!)

I'll try to do a little better job of keeping up from now on--and since I did 2 loads of laundry, put away the dishes and cleaned 3 bathrooms today (yeah me!), I'm pretty confident I can write at least once in a while!

Need to catch up

Tonight I did my own dishes-- for the first time in at least 5 weeks. While I would never claim to love doing dishes, it felt like a wonderful milestone to do them myself instead of hearing the clank of dishes from the couch. Thank you drugs! (and my wonderful Mother and Mother-in-law who have done them for so long)

Sorry for the lack of updates-- hopefully soon I will download a couple pictures and at least cover Andrew's big day.

Deep Thoughts...

Know that your greatest blessing may be someone else's trial-- and that your trail may be a great blessing to someone else.

Sunday Conversation

It's almost four o'clock on a Sunday afternoon at our house. I'll let you in on our little conversation.

Ava: (from the bathroom) Mommy, I need help.

Mom: Ummm. that's Daddy's department. I spent the last 8 years wiping butts--it's your turn for the next 8 years.

Dad: (rolls his eyes--helps Ava-back in the kitchen a minute later) Honey, you should see that thing it's huge--like this long (motioning with hands)

Mom: Do you want me to throw up?

Dad: I'm serious, you should......

Mom: You really want me to throw up don't you? I really don't want to hear the details. 

Ethan: (from the bathroom) Andrew, you gotta see this.

Andrew: (runs to the bathroom) Oh man, that's huge...and it's multicolored.....

Mom: Oh my gosh, someone just flush it down. 

Andrew: I'm not doing it.

Dad: Ethan, I'll give you five beans if you flush it. 

Ethan: Okay. (toilet flushing)

Ava:(running to the kitchen) Mommy the toilet water is full.

Mom: Byron go fix the toilet, it didn't go down. 

Dad: ( in bathroom with the plunger) Ethan, you lose six beans for clogging the toilet.

Ethan: (in protest) I didn't do it. Ava did. That's not fair.

Dad: Alright I guess it's not your fault. (finishes plunging the toilet)

Ethan: Can I still have my beans even thought the toilet is clogged?

And you clicked on this post believing you were going to hear some spiritual conversation about what our kids learned in primary. You should have known better. Our family has much more...hmmm.. hmmmm...pressing matters to talk about!

Invitation

You're invited.

Please join us for the

Baptism of:

Andrew Byron Peacock

Saturday, September 3, 2011 10:00am

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

Winder, GA

A Barbeque and Party will follow at 12:00pm at the Peacock home.

Please RSVP by Thursday September 1st.

Three

Our little Ava is three today. Man, they grow up fast don't they? I hate to think that in two short years, she will be in Kindergarten. She has had a wonderful year this past year. She has grown well and been quite healthy and for that we are most grateful. She has spent the summer covered in bumps and bruises as she tries to keep up with her brothers, but I guess that is what little sisters do!

We celebrated the big day with Hello Kitty cake.

And Girly barbie stuff...

And pillow pets...

and a bike she's not big enough to ride, but has been begging for all summer!

Happy Birthday to our little Princess Ava! We love you are are so grateful to have you in our family.