Ok-Ok-Ok...
So it has been a month since the last time I posted anything. I am happy to say that I have found my camera, and I have taken pictures of my daughter Ann Katherine. But it saddens me to say that the pictures I did have of her on my camera were downloaded to Tim's work computer......which crashed over a week ago. BUMMER!!!!! I hope we are able to retrieve the pictures soon!!
What's new with the Foley's? Well, my doctor bumped up my due date to April 8. I was so relieved to see the baby floating around on the monitor and to hear the heart beat. I have been so busy lately, that sometimes I forget that I am even preggers! TRue, I am very tired, but I just contribute working long hours and chasing a toddler around the house to that. I am happy to say that I have not had to start wearing maternity clothes yet, but my stomach is growing! It is not as noticeable though because I have looked three months pregnant for almost the past two years, but my baby belly is starting to push through all that! I am think I have talked Tim into not finding out the sex of the baby this time. He keeps telling me that he will be happy with whatever the Lord gives us. So - If he feels that way, why is he in such a darn hurry to find out? We do have our names picked out.....for the time being.
Tim is staying pretty busy at work--I can't remember the last time he was slow at work! He is also travelling to College Station for every TAMU home game, and he a contractor when he has free time. We are doing some renovating to our house, and my mother is anxious to start renovating her house, so Tim is going to do the best he can overseeing both projects. I'll try to post pictures soon!
Wow - Where do I begin with Kate? She is the sweetest, most precious thing I have ever laid eyes on. Of course, she does have her diva moments (we all know she does NOT get that from her mother :) ), but she amazes us everyday! Her vocabulary is amazing for a child who is not even two! She tried to repeat EVERYTHING you say, and she does a pretty good job at it too. She loves singing her ABC's, the Itsy Bitsy Spider, The Bumble Bee song, Row your Boat, and the list can go on and on! I can see her asking for a karoke machine by the time she is 3! She loves counting to ten and identifying colors, especially the color PINK! She loves to read, loves to eat, and she is already picking out what she wants to wear on daily basis. She still does not have a lot of hair on the side of her head, but she is growing a pretty healthy mullet. We are potty training, but we are taking it pretty slow right now. She knows to ask to go to the potty, but sometimes she asks while she is "going" in her diaper. I need to do some research on potty training so any help would be greatly appreciated!
Please forgive me if it takes me a while to post again. I am averaging about 50+ hours a week at work, plus Tim and I have had commitments every weekend so far since the the weekend of September 21st, and I don't think we are going to have a free weekend until the weekend after Thanksgiving!
Thanks for stopping by to read this and I hope to post some pictures soon.
Peace and love,
Stephanie
"We don't remember days. We remember moments." Cesare Pavese
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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Monday, August 6, 2007
Another month has flown by....
WOw. When I was posting my last two pictures, I realized that it had been exactly a month since the last time I posted anything on our family blog. That thought encouraged a bunch of other thoughts to fill my head, especially the thought, "What exactly have I been doing for the past month?!?!?!?" Well, we did have to evacuate out of our house the beginning of July because of the flooding that was caused by never ending rainfall. Once we were allowed back in we cleaned and were in our house for three days before we had to go to the lake and help Tim's mother get settled in their new lake condo. Back to Wichita Falls to work for both of us but then we had to prepare for our 10-day trip to Ireland. Now we are back, we have been landscaping our front courtyard. And it's August. Before long there will be Texas A&M football games, busy weeks ahead at work, and my precious little girl will be turning two. My how time flies when you are having fun! I'll post more Ireland pics - or at least post the link to look at them shortly. Until then - I posted a few above.......
The top picture is of crazy Hair Stephanie & Tim at the Cliffs of Moher
The botom pic is of Tim and I (He HAD to wear his A&M bowling shirt!!!!) at Kylemore Abbey
Kate & Georgia have the same expression
There is one thing Kate & her cousin Georgia have in common - they both are bald babies! Well, Kate not so much anymore, but it has taken us 20 months to get the hair on her head that she has!!!!!Bindel genes
Seated are Kate and her 1st and 2nd cousins - (from l-r) 2nd cousin Hunter Wayne Case, Kate, 1st cousin GEorgia Elizabeth & 2nd cousin Luke Edward Hamm. KAte looks like a giant compared to them!Friday, July 6, 2007
July 4th Parade
There's Kate and her cousin Luke getting ready to go to the parade!
KAte decided that she did not want to ride in the stoller buggy anymore so she walked the entire black with her tacher Kayla!
30 years ago!
Check out this picture Aunt Patty sent me a while back. this picture was taken in 1977 right after my cousin Jacob was born. (l-r) Uncle Jim w/ Jessica, Uncle Joe w/ Jacob, and Daddy's holding me.Thursday, June 28, 2007
Open Wide!
On Caroline's most recent trip to WF from Austin a couple of weeks ago, Kate shared her crackers with her cousin.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
In the Driver's Seat
On Father's Day, Tim let Kate sit in the drivers seat while they waited outside for mommy to come out of the restaurant with her Uncle John. Later, her cousin Caroline came along for a "ride".
Let's go Streaking!
Kate has a tendency to put on mama's jewelry and go streaking through the house after bathtime. Go Kate Go! GO Kate Go!
(Sorry - I don't know how to adjust the pictures yet so you don't have to turn your head to look at them)
Sunday, May 27, 2007
4th Generation City Concrete, Inc.
Kate played a little bit at her daddy's office the other week. She straps on her hard hat and gets to work on the phone! She also took off her hat and looked at the map to tell her crew where to go!
Bath TIme Fun
Although we did go to JCPenney's to have her 18 month pictures taken, I did play with her hair while we were taking her bath later on that evening. She has enough hair onthe top of her head for mommy to make a mohawk! ( I CAN NOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO TURN THE PICTURES INTO THE CORRECT POSITION!)
Kate - 18 months!
I have finally caught up! Kate's pictures are now up to date! Here are a couple that we took this week!
A Whole lot of Goats
Houston Zoo - April 31, 2007
(top) Kate pets the big goat!
(left) Kate is checking out the scenery and debating if she is going to go after one of the other goats at the petting zoo.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Later on that evening..............
Annie Kate spent the day at the beach and went to lunch with her Aunt Carlye Jo, Uncle Marc and cousin Georgia. Not mention that she was the flower girl in a wedding later on that evening. She passed out less than one minute after Tim put her in the car seat.
April 29, 2007
First trip to the beach/Gulf of Mexico April 29, 2007. Kate was pointing at the waves! At first she was afraid of the water as it rolled up to her feet but by the end of the visit she was having a blast! She loved picking up the seashells!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Brian's Tribute
That's my cousin Brian from Omaha Nebraska. He couldn't make it to the "50 to Finish" Walk that day, but he did run a half-marathon race. That's 13.1 miles for daddy. He also wore a white headband that had 13.1 for JAB (John Anthony Bindel, Jr) and pointed the sky and gave daddy a "Hook'em Horns" as he crossed the finish line. What an amazing tribute. Thanks Brian! Looking forward to your upcoming nuptials! Oh yeah! Did I mention that he proposed to his girlfriend after the race? Big Day!
And They're Off! 50 to Finish
Walkers start their first mile at the "50 to Finish" Memorial Walk
Example of the Race Tags Aunt Margaret made for the walk.
Tony Bindel "50 to Finish" Memorial Walk
Picture of my youngest brother Adam and my mom during the pre-walking "ceremony"this past Sunday.
My girls
Here is a picture of Ann Katherine (16 months), Caroline Joyce (almost 22 months), and Georgia Elizabeth (2 months). My sis-in-law found these amazing cute dresses at Wal-mart and this is the picture we took for my dad. This picture is with him. March 21, 2007
Georgia Elizabeth
Did I mention thatI have a neice name Georgia Elizabeth? That is me holding her the day after she was born!
Open Wide!
A picture Daddy took of Caroline feeding Kate at the Knights of Columbus Fish Fry March 16, 2007.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Daddy
When I started this blog, my intentions were to catch up to Kate's 16th month "birthday" so that our family and friends who do not live in the area could keep up to date with the Foley's. Kate's 16th month birthday was on March 21st. On March 18th as I was putting away the groceries, I received a knock at my front door from my neighbor across the street. She informed me that I needed to call my uncle immediately because there had been an emergency. Little did I know that the knock at my door would change my life forever. Not only my life, but the life of my husband, my daughter, my mother, my brothers and their families, my grandmother, everyone. The number to call was my Uncle Jim, so I was assuming the worse about my grandmother. My Uncle David answered Uncle Jim's phone and the news he shared with me was that daddy had a heart attack, and I needed to come to the hospital immediately. I did not know the status of his health, I just knew that I needed to go. I think all daughters, especially only daughters, know of the special love and bond that you share with your father. I know parents love all of their children just the same, but there is something different, something more special with fathers and daughters. My gut and heart was telling me that daddy was hurt, and I needed to be there for him.
When I arrived at the hospital, I knew. I don't recall anyone telling me over the phone, in fact I don't remember any phone calls after the one I made to my Uncle D. When the sliding glass doors opened to the ER waiting room I saw two lines of family members and friends. I can't give you the name of everyone that was there, but I just knew that I should have been there sooner. They all wouldn't be here unless something was really bad. The looks on their faces just told me. The two lines kind of made an aisle that led back to the actual door to the emergency room. I don't know who went with me back there - I am assuming it was my two uncles who were here in town already, but my main focus was to go and see my daddy. I wanted to hold his hand and tell him he was going to be ok. I wanted to show him a picture of Kate and tell him that he was going to be ok because he she loved her Papaw so much. But I wasn't able to do that. God had called him home. I catch myself wondering what his final thoughts were. Did he know he was having a heart attack? Did he know he was going to die? Was he frightened? Scared? Why didn't he come back when people were trying to resuscitate him? Will I ever know the reason why God did this to my family? I accept the fact that He has a plan for everyone. I am accepting God's will. He knows the minute He is going to bring you home the minute you are born. It's ok to wonder why on things like this right? I am not doubting God's plan, but I just want to know why? I know that I may not get that answer until He calls my name and I go to live in eternal glory along with my father, grandfathers, uncle, aunts, cousins, etc..... I just want to know.
My life has felt like a blur since then. Just kind of going through the motions. I try not to cry because I have already frightened Kate once by doing that and I need to be strong for my mother and grandmother. It could be also that I can't believe that I will never be able to pick up the phone again and call daddy again. Then hang up the phone and call him right back because I thought of something else to tell him. He won't walk through the doors at church anymore to come give Kate a donut while she is playing in the hallway. Who is going to take pictures of everyone? Who is going to make me my Christmas Cd's? What are we going to do? What am I going to do? He made such an impact on everyone that he knew. He knew me like he knew himself, and I feel as though as I knew him that way as well. We had deep discussions, random talks, and arguments on the phone to the point where we would hang up on each other. The next time we would see each other we would smile, hug and kiss and act like nothing ever happened. He loved his family so much and all he wanted to do was protect and provide for them. He gave everything he had even when he had nothing to give. He loved us with every ounce of his heart and soul. I feel as though my daughter and nieces have been cheated out of knowing one of the greatest men I have ever known. He would have done anything in the world for those girls, just as he did for his children. His God given talent was drawing, and he drew the most amazing portraits I have ever seen. The last ones he drew was of my niece Caroline and of my daughter Kate. I'm sad that my other niece Georgia doesn't have a picture by PaPaw. He was a noble man. He defined humility.
I could go on and on for ever. It seems as though it is easier for me to type than it is for me to talk. Maybe because fingers can almost keep up with the thoughts racing through my head. Or I am too afraid to talk because I don't want to cry. Not yet anyways. Not now. These are just thoughts. Some are random, some aren't. I wasn't an English major so I am sure there are some fragments and grammatical errors all through out. I know as the days go by reality will sink in. This probably doesn't make any sense but I can go to the cemetery and find solace there, but yet I can't believe it is his name on the marker. Lord, please forgive me for asking you "Why?" but my heart - our hearts - are aching.
I am grateful though for the awesome weekend we had with him and my mother the two days before he died. I am grateful for the man that he was and for the man he wanted to be. I am grateful that our daughter came when she did, and that he was able to hold and love my two nieces. I am grateful that my husband has some of the same qualities that daddy had. I am grateful that my daughter said, "I love you" for the first time to him when he left that day. He left us that afternoon before he went to the walking trail with the biggest smile because of her. I am grateful for everything he gave me and for everything he didn't. I am grateful I was able to spend 30 1/2 years with him, but I long for more. I am grateful he walked me down the aisle to give me away to the man I love with all my heart because that is how he taught me how to love. I am grateful for showing me his way of love - and he loved hard. I am grateful that my brothers had their years with him, but they deserve more time with him. I am grateful that he was a wonderful husband to my mother for the past 33 years. They lived a good, very blessed life.
Needless to say there haven't been any pictures up in over a month. Kate turns 18 months old this month. I am just going to post pictures of daddy and the girls, and start posting pictures of Kate from last month on. If you read this then you just got a little glimpse of my soul. Thank you for letting me share with you. May God bless you.
The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever. 1 John 2:17
When I arrived at the hospital, I knew. I don't recall anyone telling me over the phone, in fact I don't remember any phone calls after the one I made to my Uncle D. When the sliding glass doors opened to the ER waiting room I saw two lines of family members and friends. I can't give you the name of everyone that was there, but I just knew that I should have been there sooner. They all wouldn't be here unless something was really bad. The looks on their faces just told me. The two lines kind of made an aisle that led back to the actual door to the emergency room. I don't know who went with me back there - I am assuming it was my two uncles who were here in town already, but my main focus was to go and see my daddy. I wanted to hold his hand and tell him he was going to be ok. I wanted to show him a picture of Kate and tell him that he was going to be ok because he she loved her Papaw so much. But I wasn't able to do that. God had called him home. I catch myself wondering what his final thoughts were. Did he know he was having a heart attack? Did he know he was going to die? Was he frightened? Scared? Why didn't he come back when people were trying to resuscitate him? Will I ever know the reason why God did this to my family? I accept the fact that He has a plan for everyone. I am accepting God's will. He knows the minute He is going to bring you home the minute you are born. It's ok to wonder why on things like this right? I am not doubting God's plan, but I just want to know why? I know that I may not get that answer until He calls my name and I go to live in eternal glory along with my father, grandfathers, uncle, aunts, cousins, etc..... I just want to know.
My life has felt like a blur since then. Just kind of going through the motions. I try not to cry because I have already frightened Kate once by doing that and I need to be strong for my mother and grandmother. It could be also that I can't believe that I will never be able to pick up the phone again and call daddy again. Then hang up the phone and call him right back because I thought of something else to tell him. He won't walk through the doors at church anymore to come give Kate a donut while she is playing in the hallway. Who is going to take pictures of everyone? Who is going to make me my Christmas Cd's? What are we going to do? What am I going to do? He made such an impact on everyone that he knew. He knew me like he knew himself, and I feel as though as I knew him that way as well. We had deep discussions, random talks, and arguments on the phone to the point where we would hang up on each other. The next time we would see each other we would smile, hug and kiss and act like nothing ever happened. He loved his family so much and all he wanted to do was protect and provide for them. He gave everything he had even when he had nothing to give. He loved us with every ounce of his heart and soul. I feel as though my daughter and nieces have been cheated out of knowing one of the greatest men I have ever known. He would have done anything in the world for those girls, just as he did for his children. His God given talent was drawing, and he drew the most amazing portraits I have ever seen. The last ones he drew was of my niece Caroline and of my daughter Kate. I'm sad that my other niece Georgia doesn't have a picture by PaPaw. He was a noble man. He defined humility.
I could go on and on for ever. It seems as though it is easier for me to type than it is for me to talk. Maybe because fingers can almost keep up with the thoughts racing through my head. Or I am too afraid to talk because I don't want to cry. Not yet anyways. Not now. These are just thoughts. Some are random, some aren't. I wasn't an English major so I am sure there are some fragments and grammatical errors all through out. I know as the days go by reality will sink in. This probably doesn't make any sense but I can go to the cemetery and find solace there, but yet I can't believe it is his name on the marker. Lord, please forgive me for asking you "Why?" but my heart - our hearts - are aching.
I am grateful though for the awesome weekend we had with him and my mother the two days before he died. I am grateful for the man that he was and for the man he wanted to be. I am grateful that our daughter came when she did, and that he was able to hold and love my two nieces. I am grateful that my husband has some of the same qualities that daddy had. I am grateful that my daughter said, "I love you" for the first time to him when he left that day. He left us that afternoon before he went to the walking trail with the biggest smile because of her. I am grateful for everything he gave me and for everything he didn't. I am grateful I was able to spend 30 1/2 years with him, but I long for more. I am grateful he walked me down the aisle to give me away to the man I love with all my heart because that is how he taught me how to love. I am grateful for showing me his way of love - and he loved hard. I am grateful that my brothers had their years with him, but they deserve more time with him. I am grateful that he was a wonderful husband to my mother for the past 33 years. They lived a good, very blessed life.
Needless to say there haven't been any pictures up in over a month. Kate turns 18 months old this month. I am just going to post pictures of daddy and the girls, and start posting pictures of Kate from last month on. If you read this then you just got a little glimpse of my soul. Thank you for letting me share with you. May God bless you.
The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever. 1 John 2:17
Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout.....
March 2007 - Kate doing the motions for "Itsy Bitsy Spider" after giving herself a dinner facial.
February 2006
Kate's baptism weekend February 19, 2007.
Daddy is holding his great-nephew Theron and Kate.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
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