Thursday, March 29, 2007

My little Princess!
Here she is My Big Girl!
She is so sweet, always loving others...
Her Kindergarten teacher calls her Angel!
Her favorite color is pink
She is my princess who
wears the gown but runs with the boys.
Born April 5, 2001
My sweet Brooklyn turns 6 years old!
She was soooo excited
she wouldn't go to sleep last night till 11pm
and woke up at 6:30 this morning.
She can't wait for school and to tell her friends!
She is growing up so fast,
it feels like I was just pregnant with her...
and giving birth...
her tiny lips, ears and toes
her full head of black hair
stood straight up in the air!

I love how much I love her!

Brooklyn Noelle Sierra

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Gorgeous Baby!

Since I have been out of the baby scene for 4 years
I am enjoying seeking out new baby items and labels...
check out Gorgeous Baby!

A few items from her Etsy site...

Sock Monkey's How Adorable!

Whimsy...Love this!

Baby Animal Print!

Dots, dots, and more dots!

Below minky blankets...

Monday, March 19, 2007

Happy things today!

*Waking up late...ZZZ...Michael let me sleep in this morning because he said "I looked too cute and too tired to wake"...How sweeet! I love you too babe!
*Brooklyn's wonderful mood this morning-getting dressed without whining-letting me fix her hair without complaint (this is huge, trust me) each morning the hair thing is a battle!

*Walking!! I enjoy walking, I have the priviledge of walking Brooklyn to school each morning, during pregnancy exercise is hard for me so this is wonderful and Dade loves it too!

*My sisters (Love them all) Dionne and I were on weary terms for a few days but made up yesterday with nothing more than a hug and an I miss you! Tiffany lives with me so we have happy chats all the time (love that) and I have chatted with Niki more than usual this past week including this morning, she is coming to visit on the 30th (yay!) she is going to love the weather here in Phoenix opposed to Provo, UT. (Can't Wait)

*Speaking of the Weather~Gorgeous outside this morning!

*Fruit~Juicy, Sweet, Mouthwatering... Being pregnant I always crave fruit, lucky for me it's not chocolate... although I eat a plenty of that too!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Leave it to the Imagination...

Dade surrounded with toys and playing
with his Dinosaur Castle...
Brooklyn with her art easel,
Constantly Creating!

Friday, March 2, 2007

My poetry dabbling

So, my adorable younger sister Tiffany is taking a few college courses, one of which is English. She is struggling with the teacher tons but managing to get her "A" in the class. One of her last assignments was to write a Process Poem, she was a quite stressed worried that her poetry writing abilities would not pay in support of her I offered my help. I realized I had never written a Process Poem, I have taken poetry classes but it was never assigned, so I found it quite fascinating. I read up a little bit online and was inspired, so along with my assisting her (which she didn't need, and I didn't really assist) I wrote my own process poem titled "Candle". It may not be perfect, but I did state that I only dabble, and this is my first attempt.


The tall pale slender silhouette
Stands still and lonely in the stale lifeless room
Upon her throne of glory
Her stage for future audiences gaze
Cold, lonely, temporary
A stage that will soon crown a new star
leaving only traces and memories
Fire, heat, burning-
The molding process so ritual so impersonal
Liquefied, spilt into a metal cavern, stuffed, cooled
Created purely to give beauty and cease existence
Beauty for others pleasure and admiration
Patiently she waits
longing to be enlivened and aroused
With a quick flicker she comes to life
The burning she yearned for finally fulfilled
A hummed Ahhh, fills the room in unison, her audience
Her sweet aroma drowning the stale air
The soft ray of light cascades downward
Mimicking the peek-a-boo of sunlight
Splitting the clouds momentarily to kiss the earth
With the light darkness steals the show
A flurry of shadows wildly dance
Yearning, grasping to take hold
One by one darting from each empty corner
Casting and portraying stories and legends
Stories of passion, love, and mystery
She silently begins weeping
No shuddering of shoulders, just tears
Constant tears, tears of the melt pool
Tears that fall as memories are created
Just as her ancestors over hundreds of years
And now her fulfilling her destiny
The tears continue to slowly converge
Her throne o’er flowing with tears of soft white
No longer the pale slender silhouette
She had given freely of her beauty
Fire, heat, burning-
Life more meaningful than creation for the candle
The slightest breeze robbing her from life
Hushhh, a mere whisper can claim the flame
The shadows, the passion, her gift
Nothing remains but the sacrifice she gave
Silence, Darkness...