Standing and Talking

Anna is standing up by herself while holding on to things.  She loves to say "Mamamamama" and "Dadadadada".  Jack believes she can say his name, I am not so sure.  However, it does kind of sound like "Bubaba", so maybe she is.  She is the sweetest little thing.  We love her so much!

You have 2 bottom teeth....  :)

Jack is sharing with his little crying sister....

all smiles for a little while....

Anna can stand!

Making Mud Pies...and throwing them at mom....

Jack loved when we worked in the flower beds.  He figured out fast how to make a mud pie.  He also figured out I squealed like a little girl when he got dirt on me.  He loved this and ended up sending me running for the safety inside the house.  :)

He was mad when I left him for safety. 

Anna and Jack

Awww......give me a kiss Jack

                                                  

so sweet.....he loves his little sister

Florida.....

Jack's Room



BEFORE



AFTER

A big brother

Jack, Anna and Mom

I am very lucky to have been blessed with  two sisters and a little brother.  However, I thought it would be so cool to have a big brother.  Someone to watch out for me. I am so glad that Anna has Jack for her big brother.  He loves her dearly and is constantly watching out for her.  He talks to her all the time, it is really sweet.  Every morning she looks all around until she finds him.  He will say "Heyyyyyyyy (it is actually that long will his little southern drawl) Anna" and then just talk to her about 5 minutes.  I just love it.  He is a sweet heart.

Packing her bags and saying goodbye

This weekend we went to Shreveport.  A trip to Shreveport that started off like any other.  However, we all knew in the back of our heads this one was different.  Not a terrible different, just a bittersweet one.  These were the last days mom has at her own house for at least a month.  She headed with Dad to Houston on Monday after school. 

I imagine this is somehow like a mom feels sending her son to war.  I am filled with love, pride, and sadness.  Love because, well, she is my mom.  The worlds best mom.  The person that loves me more than any other (well besides maybe my Dad and Kory).  Pride beacuse I know she is going to fight like no other.  She will be fighting to get home to her babies and her babies babies (the grands).  Sadness because I have seen what chemo does to her.  I will not go any further.  It just hurts me when my mom hurts.

BUT mostly I need to be filled with HOPE.  The hope that God has placed in all of my family's hearts.  He will take care of her.  She will survive.