Saturday, December 19, 2009

Is it Christmas yet?

Do you ever feel like there's a lull between Thanksgiving and Christmas? I do, especially this year. I don't know what my deal is. It's not like we're not busy with the kids, presents, attempts at crafts, church callings, and everything else that's been filling our time, but for me, I just can't wait for Christmas. Thank goodness it's almost here. Kimball was a little excited to wear her hat and gloves.

We finally gave Jack a haircut. I was a little traumatized at first because it made him look so old, but I'm getting more used to it, especially as it grows out. As you can see, this is one of their new play rooms. Along with Jacks new hair cut, I'm trying to work on new ways to curl Kimball's hair. I never thought I'd love to have my cute girly girl so much, who says "thanks mommy" after I do her hair!


Baby Tod has already been helping me out tons this season, with a great case of "prego-brain." I find that I am even less able to make a decision than normal, which helps tons with present shopping. My favorite prego-moment so far is when Jason and I had both of our cars at his parents house. He took the kids home with the diaper bag that I had put the truck keys, my wallet, and cell phone in. So, I had plenty of time to finish a project, and poor Susan (Jason's mom) was really nice to chat with me while I waited for Austin to make it to my house, get the keys, and deliver them to me. I hope Susan enjoyed the chat as much as I did, and THANKS Austin.

Oh, and tonight, I almost turned Jack in to Vincent Van Gogh and cut off his ear while I was trying to trim around his ears with some scissors. I felt so bad, but thank goodness, he got over it real quick. Sorry little guy!

Either way, I'll quit whining and try to enjoy the last nice weather we have here before we head up to the "winter wonderland" of Midway, UT. But, just to show all the winter people what they're missing here... this was Jack and Jason enjoy a great PB&J at the park today. A beautiful 68 degrees! This is when I love Vegas.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Beds, Brine, and Blessings

It's official, Kimball is officially out of her crib. She, of course, is still a little reluctant about giving up her crib. We made the mistake of starting this new arrangement the night before Thanksgiving. We thought she was going to be totally okay about getting a big-girl bed, but we were very wrong. It took a lot of convincing (and various baby dolls and mickey mouse) before and during the night (2:30am-4am) to get her to stay in bed. Now, she doing okay, every once in a while she'll ask for her crib, but we show her that it's "broken" and take her back to her bed. I love how small she looks in her bed now.


Jack, on the other hand, is still loving his crib, and exploring as many different positions possible. This is one of the newest, but his old favorite is falling gripping on to the rails while he's dreaming.

For Thanksgiving this year Jason volunteered to cook a turkey. He had been watching Food Network all week, and learning new tricks and recipes. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that Jason really likes trying new recipes and cooking more than I do. If I don't know how to do something or never seen it done, I hesitate to even try. Jason, however, loves a good challenge at a new task...which may have something to do with him marrying me. Anyways, he saw a recipe for a brine to soak the turkey in the day before cooking, and got all excited. He did it almost all himself, and the turkey turned out fabulously. I love how excited he gets to try new things.

Thanksgiving itself was awesome. It was the Hafen Reunion this year, which meant 90+ Hafens all coming together for food and games. We had to have dinner in at a church because no house can hold us all now. The spread was amazing. It took up 3 long tables (with a separate 2 tables for desserts).

Here's a random shot of what this crazy-huge family looks like when we're together. And this picture doesn't show most of the kids all running around outside.
I do miss my family when we don't get to see them for holidays, though I am very thankful and blessed to have married into such a great family.

Of course during Thanksgiving, it's nice to reflect on what we are thankful for and I can't help but think of my own growing family. For Jason, Kimball, Jack, and baby Tod (whenever he gets here). I once heard I man respond to "how are you?" by saying "better than I deserve." For a lack of creativity, I'll copy him and say that I have been blessed with more than I deserve. I am very thankful for the Gospel, and for the chance that Heavenly Father gives us to learn and progress through challenges. Sometimes He must look down at me and just think - "Rookie...she still has so much to learn." And don't I know it. But somehow, in all the learning experiences, He finds ways to let me know that He knows me and loves me... and for that, I am most thankful.


Now, before I get too sentimental or cheesy, here are the token videos of our kids making us laugh.



I don't know why this particular bite of apple had such an effect on Jack.



Jack loves the camera, either to look at or head bang.


Monday, November 16, 2009

Growing Up, Cousins, Characters, and Planes

My sister, Abbey, has been so kind as to remind for the last 2-3 days in a row that I haven't updated my blog in a while (since Halloween). I wish I could give her good excuses like, I've been cleaning/organizing my house, cooking some great meals, volunteering my time to various charities (aside from the Young Women in the ward), and so on. Unfortunately, I've just been tired. This 3rd pregnancy (I'm 24 weeks along now) has been relatively mellow, aside from sapping my energy. So when the kids are down for afternoon naps, I usually ignore the blog and take a nap too. But here's the recap of the last 2 weeks... which has actually been kind of busy as I take a look at the pictures.


We went to St. George to celebrate Halloween with some of the Ashton cousins. This is as many of the kids as we could get to sit still for a picture. My parents love to look at us (their kids) like we're nuts with all of our kids/kids on the way. But we just remind them that we were raised by two nuts, so what else could we do?





On this trip, we decided not to have Kimball sleep in a crib. (Yes, she's still in a crib, because we've been too lazy/indecisive to get her a new bed) She got to be a big girl and sleep on her own pull-out bed. She did awesome. So, for Christmas, she may be getting a new bed.







Jack is also getting so big. He's figuring out just how to control mom and dad, especially while getting a shoulder ride.



Okay, I know I shouldn't blog about any more trips to Disneyland, but we were peer-pressured into going again. Anybody that knows us, knows that there is no pressure needed at all to get us to go to our "Happy" place. Jason's brother and his family decided to go for Veterans day, and we invited ourselves along.



On this trip, we did something we've never done before...actually take pictures with as many of the characters as we could. Kimball is just getting old enough to be excited about meeting her favorites, and Jack, well, he's just happy to be there and grab whatever body parts he can. We saw Tigger, Pooh, Goofy, Pluto, Minnie, Mickey, and Aladdin.





It must have been a great day because this is how the kids looked by the time we headed back to the hotel.







We hurried home from Disneyland to go the the Air Show at Nellis AFB. My brother was able to get us on the "family day" so we didn't have to battle crowds on Saturday. I highly recommend this show to anyone! It is simply amazing what these planes can do, and just to see them up close is awesome.







Kimball snacking with the girls, and then running as much as she could. Even taking off her shoes and socks to go as fast as she could.






I love having my favorite aeronautical nerds there to explain to me just how cool these planes are. My brothers, Jake (no sunglasses) and Ben are the best tour guides. They'll tell you about the planes in a way that make it enjoyable... like, Yes, Mandy, that's the plane that Chester flew in "Top Gun," or that's the plane they put the laser in in the movie "Real Genius." Just enough so their little sister can understand. Sure love these guys!



Being at that show helped me remember the importance of our military. Having had a couple of brothers as veterans (2 two still serving), makes me appreciate just how much these men and women (and their families!!) give while being soldiers. HAPPY VETERANS DAY!!!

Oh, here's a couple of videos for Abbey... I haven't forgot about you.


Jack loves the water, and bath time.



Kimball and Jack playing follow the leader with Jason's old phone and charger.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Sibling Love

Nothing new happening at our house. I just wanted to document the fun sibling bonds developing in our house. Kimball and Jack are starting to entertain one another. It almost makes having kids close together worth it. Actually it makes it very worth it (bring on #3). They chase each other around the house playing with each other, so I can actually do things like laundry, dishes, and eating.





They even discovered that they can hang out with each other in the backseat. That is until Mom and Dad tighten Kimball's straps so she can't get loose like this again. Jack's not half as amused as Kimball is. Holding hands is overrated I guess.




Even bouncing around together can be fun. Until they both run into each other and end up on the mat. But no matter what they're doing, they sure have fun doing it together. Jack is learning to push Kimball, and Kimball is busy recruiting him to play with her. "Come on, Jack" is now one of her favorite sentences.



When Jack isn't around, Kimball manages to create her own fun, or whatever you would call this.Yes, I left her there while I got the camera. It was just too classic not to capture.


Random things in the back of my car... swim goggles, and a flashlight. Kimball kept flashing the light at Jack, Jason, and Me, saying "I see you."

Jack, meanwhile, is just loving his indepedence.
Nothing like going down a slide by yourself.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Trick or Treating at Disneyland and Jack's First Birthday





Yes, yet another trip to Disneyland. But this one was extra special, because we got to go to an after hours Halloween party at California Adventure. They had the park all decorated and their were tons of characters all dressed up. We even saw "the Bowler Hat Guy" one of my favorite villains.








We dressed the kids as pirates and pushed them around to all the candy stations. We came home with around 10lbs. of candy. They also had carrots, craisins, and apple slices, so Jason and I ate the candy, and kids got the healthy stuff.











Here's a look at our own "captain" Jack. I can't believe how fast this boy is growing, and is becoming so much fun. His new talent is sucking in his lips to make a fish face. Really I think his practicing his puckering up skills.








We celebrated Jack's first birthday with the "Grandma Norma" chocolate cake at family dinner on Sunday.
This is the "before" picture of Jack and his cake.

This is the "after" picture of Jack and his cake.
I think he liked it. Or at least like the feel of it.
And this is the "post" after picture.
Nothing like a quick scrub down in the kitchen sink.
Good thing Grandma gave him a new outfit for his birthday. THANKS GRANDMA!
I bet she didn't think it would come in handy so quickly.

Here's a montage of pictures to honor Jack and how far he has come from a year ago.

One day old

2 1/2 months old

Five months old

Eight months old

10 1/2 months old

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK!!! We love you!!!





Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Jason's Biggest Challenge ever...

Was to get me to leave our kids and have a vacation without them. Well, it finally happened. He convinced me that we had to get away before #3 was born, because it's much harder to get people to watch 3 kids. So, for the first time since Kimball was born (2 year and 2 months ago), Jason and I spent a night (actually 2 nights) away from our kids. Jason and I went to Mesquite, I know, not very far, but it's all about the baby steps. We got massages, then the next day went to St. George where we went to the temple, ate at Olive Garden (twice), saw a movie, and just mozied around St. George. We took pictures to actually record this momentous occasion.

It was the St.George Marathon weekend... which became the source of many jokes between the two of us as we watch all the skinny people at the Olive Garden, all trying to "carbo-load." Needless to say our waitress didn't ask if we'd be participating in the event, but she did ask many other diners around us. We weren't too offended. But, it was the skinniest group of people at Olive Garden that I've ever seen. I almost took a picture of them all, but decided I don't want to post randoms on my page. Jason decided that he could handle a marathon... or at least pretended to up on Dixie Rock.

Okay, so we did manage to leave the kids behind, but doesn't mean we didn't miss them, just a little bit. Even so much that we felt compelled to cozy up to some fake kids
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All and all, we had a great time just laughing and being silly. We owe a huge THANK YOU to Kortni and Jordon for watching our kids.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Classic Moments with the Kids

Just a couple of moments that make my life so enjoyable. I was watching the last 10 mins of a really sad movie ("My Life") and of course I was crying. Kimball climbs up on the couch and looks at me with a sad face, and says "mommy crying." I said "I know, it's okay." She starts rubbing my upper arm and then pulls my head down with her two hands and kisses my forehead and says "It's okay Mommy." She keeps rubbing my arm and looking at me to see if I'm still crying. Such a cute caring little girl. She just makes me laugh and smile. She's already showing what a great big sister/daughter is going to be. She'll randomly give Jacks hugs and kisses and just giggles at him to make him giggle.

One of Jacks obsessions is the refridgerator. If he sees that door open, he climbs up and into the fridge. He keeps me on my toes! Also, he is VERY obsessed with the toilet ... which has added an extra challenge to potty training Kimball. Well, the other day I saw him pick up the remote to the TV/DVR and I didn't think twice. I looked away for a second (really it was a second) and I notice that Jack has wandered into the bathroom. I didn't rush right in, usually he'll just splash around a little bit, and I can just wash him off. Then it got a little quiet... I didn't hear any splashing. So, I go into check on him... and sure enough the remote I had forgotten about, was sitting there in the toilet. I almost had a heartattack. I was thinking I was gonna have to call the cable company and have to wait for a while to get a replacement. This remote controls all of our DVR recordings, and is basically the key to my TV happiness. So I was a little distraught. But MIRACLE happened and after a day of drying out... it worked again. Now I know to keep a better eye on what Jack is carrying so we don't have any more potty casualties.




I love the way these two are starting to play together. This game of Hide 'n Seek last for a good 20 minutes. Before Jack opens the door you can hear Kimball saying "Jack, open the door" if you turn up the volume.

I can't believe the way these two find ways to make me laugh during the day. It will be fun to see what their little brother (yes, we found out I'm having another boy) will bring to the mix.


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A "Get Me Outta the Heat" Retreat

For Labor Day (aka Swiss Days) Jason and I took the kids up to my parents place. We had a great time enjoying the beautiful weather and surroundings. Which means that Kimball and Jack both spent as much time outside as they could. This picture was taken in the first 30 minutes of us getting my parents house. Kimball has mastered the trampoline, and Jack has mastered getting bounced around.

The other great part about the week was the time I got to spend with my sisters and for our kids to all play together. The only time that they were actually all inside was during bath time, which took place in my parents shower. I loved this picture because I think all 4 kids were grabbing "themselves" all at the same time.







Sammy and I made our husbands go home during the week so we were left to our own devices. So, this is what we had to deal with if we were venturing out of the house WITH the kids. There is a 4th carseat behind Kimball that has her baby girl in it. This was taken at the end of the ride because we had broke down and given all of the kids their "plugs." We did make it out of the house without kids, thanks to a wonderful Nana who offered to babysit (especially during naptimes). We enjoyed the freedom anyway we could get it. THANKS Mom!

Kimball also had a great time with the pony and horse next door. At one point she actually climbed under the fence (barefoot and chewing on a carrot) and started heading over to the horses. Of course she had recruited her cousin Ashton (aka Ashbug). And he'll follow his "Pookie" anywhere. They made it half way across the yard by the time I could catch up to them. It's funny to watch these little friendships develop. Ashbug loves Kimball so much, that he actually began to take out some jealous aggression on Jack. Poor Jack knows what it feels like to have a big brother... but I have a feeling Ashbug's getting some payback by Christmas.

Then my dad managed to find some really nice people in his ward who let us put our kids on their ponies. Kimball was ecstatic. We taught her how to hold the mane, and try to keep her balance. Balance is not one of her strong points, so Jason helped her stay on, while I lead the pony. I wanted to hop on some of their horses and take a ride, but I don't know how to saddle a horse, and riding bareback on a horse that I don't know while I'm pregnant may not be the smartest idea. I every once in a while I show good judgment (just not often enough).


It was a fantastic week and a half. We all had too much fun at Swiss Days, learning to make swiss bread, watching our kids play together, eating way too much food, and enjoying each others company.

Since we've been home we've just been trying to get back into the regular schedule of life. Jack's busy chasing Kimball. He's got the walking thing down, just can't stand up on his own yet. And Kimball has taught herself how to do a somersault by herself. And they both love tackling each other.

Here's a fun video of how the kids get entertained around here:

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Rest of the Story of Our Founding Fathers.

I found this on someone elses blog while blogstalking and thought I would add it to mine.

I usually use my blog just for family journaling purposes but, I want my kids to know how blessed we are to live in this country and also to understand and appreciate WHO made our country possible.

I love hearing about our Founding Fathers, but had never heard what happened to the signers of the Declaration of Independence.

"Our Lives, Our Fortunes, Our Sacred Honor"

It was a glorious morning. The sun was shining and the wind was from the southeast. Up especially early, a tall bony, redheaded young Virginian found time to buy a new thermometer, for which he paid three pounds, fifteen shillings. He also bought gloves for Martha, his wife, who was ill at home.

Thomas Jefferson arrived early at the statehouse. The temperature was 72.5 degrees and the horseflies weren't nearly so bad at that hour. It was a lovely room, very large, with gleaming white walls. The chairs were comfortable. Facing the single door were two brass fireplaces, but they would not be used today.

The moment the door was shut, and it was always kept locked, the room became an oven. The tall windows were shut, so that loud quarreling voices could not be heard by passersby. Small openings atop the windows allowed a slight stir of air, and also a large number of horseflies. Jefferson records that "the horseflies were dexterous in finding necks, and the silk of stockings was nothing to them." All discussing was punctuated by the slap of hands on necks.

On the wall at the back, facing the president's desk, was a panoply -- consisting of a drum, swords, and banners seized from Fort Ticonderoga the previous year. Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold had captured the place, shouting that they were taking it "in the name of the Great Jehovah and the Continental Congress!"

Now Congress got to work, promptly taking up an emergency measure about which there was discussion but no dissension. "Resolved: That an application be made to the Committee of Safety of Pennsylvania for a supply of flints for the troops at New York."

Then Congress transformed itself into a committee of the whole. The Declaration of Independence was read aloud once more, and debate resumed. Though Jefferson was the best writer of all of them, he had been somewhat verbose. Congress hacked the excess away. They did a good job, as a side-by-side comparison of the rough draft and the final text shows. They cut the phrase "by a self-assumed power." "Climb" was replaced by "must read," then "must" was eliminated, then the whole sentence, and soon the whole paragraph was cut. Jefferson groaned as they continued what he later called "their depredations." "Inherent and inalienable rights" came out "certain unalienable rights," and to this day no one knows who suggested the elegant change.

A total of 86 alterations were made. Almost 500 words were eliminated, leaving 1,337. At last, after three days of wrangling, the document was put to a vote.


Here in this hall Patrick Henry had once thundered: "I am no longer a Virginian, sir, but an American." But today the loud, sometimes bitter argument stilled, and without fanfare the vote was taken from north to south by colonies, as was the custom. On July 4, 1776, the Declaration of Independence was adopted.

There were no trumpets blown. No one stood on his chair and cheered. The afternoon was waning and Congress had no thought of delaying the full calendar of routine business on its hands. For several hours they worked on many other problems before adjourning for the day.

Much To Lose

What kind of men were the 56 signers who adopted the Declaration of Independence and who, by their signing, committed an act of treason against the crown? To each of you, the names Franklin, Adams, Hancock and Jefferson are almost as familiar as household words. Most of us, however, know nothing of the other signers. Who were they? What happened to them?

I imagine that many of you are somewhat surprised at the names not there: George Washington, Alexander Hamilton, Patrick Henry. All were elsewhere.

Ben Franklin was the only really old man. Eighteen were under 40; three were in their 20s. Of the 56 almost half - 24 - were judges and lawyers. Eleven were merchants, nine were landowners and farmers, and the remaining 12 were doctors, ministers, and politicians.

With only a few exceptions, such as Samuel Adams of Massachusetts, these were men of substantial property. All but two had families. The vast majority were men of education and standing in their communities. They had economic security as few men had in the 18th Century.


Each had more to lose from revolution than he had to gain by it. John Hancock, one of the richest men in America, already had a price of 500 pounds on his head. He signed in enormous letters so that his Majesty could now read his name without glasses and could now double the reward. Ben Franklin wryly noted: "Indeed we must all hang together, otherwise we shall most assuredly hang separately."




Fat Benjamin Harrison of Virginia told tiny Elbridge Gerry of Massachusetts: "With me it will all be over in a minute, but you, you will be dancing on air an hour after I am gone."

These men knew what they risked. The penalty for treason was death by hanging. And remember, a great British fleet was already at anchor in New York Harbor.

They were sober men. There were no dreamy-eyed intellectuals or draft card burners here. They were far from hot-eyed fanatics yammering for an explosion. They simply asked for the status quo. It was change they resisted. It was equality with the mother country they desired. It was taxation with representation they sought. They were all conservatives, yet they rebelled.

It was principle, not property, that had brought these men to Philadelphia. Two of them became presidents of the United States. Seven of them became state governors. One died in office as vice president of the United States. Several would go on to be U.S. Senators. One, the richest man in America, in 1828 founded the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. One, a delegate from Philadelphia, was the only real poet, musician and philosopher of the signers. (It was he, Francis Hopkinson not Betsy Ross who designed the United States flag.)

Richard Henry Lee, a delegate from Virginia, had introduced the resolution to adopt the Declaration of Independence in June of 1776. He was prophetic in his concluding remarks: "Why then sir, why do we longer delay? Why still deliberate? Let this happy day give birth to an American Republic. Let her arise not to devastate and to conquer but to reestablish the reign of peace and law.

"The eyes of Europe are fixed upon us. She demands of us a living example of freedom that may exhibit a contrast in the felicity of the citizen to the ever-increasing tyranny which desolates her polluted shores. She invites us to prepare an asylum where the unhappy may find solace, and the persecuted repost.

"If we are not this day wanting in our duty, the names of the American Legislatures of 1776 will be placed by posterity at the side of all of those whose memory has been and ever will be dear to virtuous men and good citizens."

Though the resolution was formally adopted July 4, it was not until July 8 that two of the states authorized their delegates to sign, and it was not until August 2 that the signers met at Philadelphia to actually put their names to the Declaration.


Ellery, delegate from Rhode Island, was curious to see the signers' faces as they committed this supreme act of personal courage. He saw some men sign quickly, "but in no face was he able to discern real fear." Stephan Hopkins, Ellery's colleague from Rhode Island, was a man past 60. As he signed with a shaking pen, he declared: "My hand trembles, but my heart does not."

"Most Glorious Service"

Even before the list was published, the British marked down every member of Congress suspected of having put his name to treason. All of them became the objects of vicious manhunts. Some were taken. Some, like Jefferson, had narrow escapes. All who had property or families near British strongholds suffered.


· Francis Lewis, New York delegate saw his home plundered -- and his estates in what is now Harlem -- completely destroyed by British Soldiers. Mrs. Lewis was captured and treated with great brutality. Though she was later exchanged for two British prisoners through the efforts of Congress, she died from the effects of her abuse.


· William Floyd, another New York delegate, was able to escape with his wife and children across Long Island Sound to Connecticut, where they lived as refugees without income for seven years. When they came home they found a devastated ruin.

· Philips Livingstone had all his great holdings in New York confiscated and his family driven out of their home. Livingstone died in 1778 still working in Congress for the cause.

· Louis Morris, the fourth New York delegate, saw all his timber, crops, and livestock taken. For seven years he was barred from his home and family.

· John Hart of Trenton, New Jersey, risked his life to return home to see his dying wife. Hessian soldiers rode after him, and he escaped in the woods. While his wife lay on her deathbed, the soldiers ruined his farm and wrecked his homestead. Hart, 65, slept in caves and woods as he was hunted across the countryside. When at long last, emaciated by hardship, he was able to sneak home, he found his wife had already been buried, and his 13 children taken away. He never saw them again. He died a broken man in 1779, without ever finding his family.

· Dr. John Witherspoon, signer, was president of the College of New Jersey, later called Princeton. The British occupied the town of Princeton, and billeted troops in the college. They trampled and burned the finest college library in the country.

· Judge Richard Stockton, another New Jersey delegate signer, had rushed back to his estate in an effort to evacuate his wife and children. The family found refuge with friends, but a Tory sympathizer betrayed them. Judge Stockton was pulled from bed in the night and brutally beaten by the arresting soldiers. Thrown into a common jail, he was deliberately starved. Congress finally arranged for Stockton's parole, but his health was ruined. The judge was released as an invalid, when he could no longer harm the British cause. He returned home to find his estate looted and did not live to see the triumph of the Revolution. His family was forced to live off charity.

· Robert Morris, merchant prince of Philadelphia, delegate and signer, met Washington's appeals and pleas for money year after year. He made and raised arms and provisions which made it possible for Washington to cross the Delaware at Trenton. In the process he lost 150 ships at sea, bleeding his own fortune and credit almost dry.

· George Clymer, Pennsylvania signer, escaped with his family from their home, but their property was completely destroyed by the British in the Germantown and Brandywine campaigns.

· Dr. Benjamin Rush, also from Pennsylvania, was forced to flee to Maryland. As a heroic surgeon with the army, Rush had several narrow escapes.


· John Martin, a Tory in his views previous to the debate, lived in a strongly loyalist area of Pennsylvania. When he came out for independence, most of his neighbors and even some of his relatives ostracized him. He was a sensitive and troubled man, and many believed this action killed him. When he died in 1777, his last words to his tormentors were: "Tell them that they will live to see the hour when they shall acknowledge it [the signing] to have been the most glorious service that I have ever rendered to my country."

· William Ellery, Rhode Island delegate, saw his property and home burned to the ground.

· Thomas Lynch, Jr., South Carolina delegate, had his health broken from privation and exposures while serving as a company commander in the military. His doctors ordered him to seek a cure in the West Indies and on the voyage, he and his young bride were drowned at sea.

· Edward Rutledge, Arthur Middleton, and Thomas Heyward, Jr., the other three South Carolina signers, were taken by the British in the siege of Charleston. They were carried as prisoners of war to St. Augustine, Florida, where they were singled out for indignities. They were exchanged at the end of the war, the British in the meantime having completely devastated their large landholdings and estates.

· Thomas Nelson, signer of Virginia, was at the front in command of the Virginia military forces. With British General Charles Cornwallis in Yorktown, fire from 70 heavy American guns began to destroy Yorktown piece by piece. Lord Cornwallis and his staff moved their headquarters into Nelson's palatial home. While American cannonballs were making a shambles of the town, the house of Governor Nelson remained untouched. Nelson turned in rage to the American gunners and asked, "Why do you spare my home?" They replied, "Sir, out of respect to you." Nelson cried, "Give me the cannon!" and fired on his magnificent home himself, smashing it to bits. But Nelson's sacrifice was not quite over. He had raised $2 million for the Revolutionary cause by pledging his own estates. When the loans came due, a newer peacetime Congress refused to honor them, and Nelson's property was forfeited. He was never reimbursed. He died, impoverished, a few years later at the age of 50.

Lives, Fortunes, Honor

Of those 56 who signed the Declaration of Independence, nine died of wounds or hardships during the war. Five were captured and imprisoned, in each case with brutal treatment. Several lost wives, sons or entire families. One lost his 13 children. Two wives were brutally treated. All were at one time or another the victims of manhunts and driven from their homes. Twelve signers had their homes completely burned. Seventeen lost everything they owned. Yet not one defected or went back on his pledged word. Their honor, and the nation they sacrificed so much to create is still intact.

And, finally, there is the New Jersey signer, Abraham Clark.

He gave two sons to the officer corps in the Revolutionary Army. They were captured and sent to that infamous British prison hulk afloat in New York Harbor known as the hell ship Jersey, where 11,000 American captives were to die. The younger Clarks were treated with a special brutality because of their father. One was put in solitary and given no food. With the end almost in sight, with the war almost won, no one could have blamed Abraham Clark for acceding to the British request when they offered him his sons' lives if he would recant and come out for the King and Parliament. The utter despair in this man's heart, the anguish in his very soul, must reach out to each one of us down through 200 years with his answer: "No."

The 56 signers of the Declaration Of Independence proved by their every deed that they made no idle boast when they composed the most magnificent curtain line in history. "And for the support of this Declaration with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."

I just re-read the Declaration of Independence, what inspired men. If you haven't read it in awhile... I highly recommend it.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Party Time

Kimball got to celebrate her 2nd birthday for the 2nd time this last weekend. We had a combined pool party with her cousins, Logan and Jensyn, and with a friend Scarlett. Despite a potential bad weather cancellation the party went on. Of course the day before was 110 degrees, but the day of the pool party was rainy and probably 79 degrees by the time of the party. But that didn't stop Kimball. She was too excited about the swimming pool and giant slide to even wait for cake. So, she was wet and freezing cold as we were trying to take this picture. It was still a great time!




Here she is on her 5th or 6th time down the slide. She didn't ever want to stop.











Even Jack got to take a couple of trips down the big slide.








Kimball got to practice her good swimming skills after a quick break for cake. She decided that putting on a cold swimming suit wasn't worth it, and went back in without it.


Kimball taking a swing at the Nemo pinata.


And then feeling bad that he was broken and giving him a kiss better.
The birthday kids at the end of the night. Who's ready for bed? And maybe some hot chocolate.



Meanwhile, Jack is still working on his walking skills, they're getting better everyday.