snapshots, weirdness, a surprise, some prayers and some fun

Lyndsay Stradtner2010-04-30T23:11:29-05:00April 30th, 2010|Austin Photographer, My Family|

1. In addition to getting ready for this weekend my days this week have been filled with one little boy fighting asthma, it’s been a rough one. I told his doctor yesterday morning, after his 3rd rough day in a row, that I feel like we are missing a piece of the puzzle. Something is off, I don’t know what I’m missing, what his doctors are missing, but its something. I swear asthma kids are one big puzzle and it takes forever to put it all together! I’ve also had one super, super sassy little miss T on my hands. What is it with her this week? Not listening seems to be at the top of her to-do list. And […]

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Lyndsay Stradtner2010-04-24T18:59:08-05:00April 24th, 2010|My Family|

Taryn got a big kid bike today, her very first. We took the training wheels off as soon as we got home. I have a feeling that (1) Jase is going to be massively sore tomorrow morning from all the assistance in balancing her today. Even with this. (2) She’ll have it down pat very soon. (3) Teagan will be taking over the big kid trike within days and (4) My girl is growing up much, much too quickly.

I also finally managed to catch a quick video of Teagan running, which I’ve been meaning to do for awhile. His run makes me smile. And laugh. I think if the whole […]

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Lyndsay Stradtner2010-04-22T23:28:46-05:00April 22nd, 2010|My Family, Uncategorized|

1. Sing it with me now….one of these things is not like the other….one of these things just isn’t the same…..

[I realize this already made an appearance on my facebook page a week or so ago, but I think it needs to be here as well. I think it is a classic I’ll always want to remember no?!]

2. Here comes trouble.

He is quite literally in to everything. I love having a rough and tumble little boy in the house again. Love it. But man he keeps me hoppin. There isn’t a moment that goes by that I don’t soak him in. […]