The Hannig Home

Ben already needs a sweat band.  He works out in his bouncy 3 to 4 times a day (vigorously, as those who have seen him know).  His leg muscles are getting big and strong (although he will need to tone up a bit before you will be able to see those muscles!)

Paul and Luke were reading a book called "What Do People Do All Day."  Paul asked Luke "what does daddy do" and Luke said "work at Rambow."  Paul asked Luke "what does mommy do" and Luke said "Takes care of me."  Ahh, he knows.  I wasn't sure what he was going to say.  I love it! 

Well, it has been a year.  Wow, does time fly.  Last Thanksgiving is when Luke discovered the helmet (pictured above, Thanksgiving 2010).  This phase has endured the 4 seasons, a new baby brother, and a move from Minneapolis to Spicer.  It has been worn on many 90 degree days (soaking Luke's hair and turning his cheeks bright red) and on days when a tossle cap would have been much more appropriate. And the helmet is still going strong.  In fact, as I type on Thanksgiving morning, Luke is wearing his helmet...still.  Other than not being able to reach Luke's face for a smooch, I've adored the helmet phase (as have many, many bystanders and strangers and friends who have gotten a laugh or smile from it).  I wonder if we will be celebrating a second anniversary next Thanksgiving.  :)  Happy Anniversary, Helmet!!!  

Since blogging has replaced my handwritten journals for the boys, I need to make sure I remember that Luke and Ben are my main audience and that I get down all the stories that I would have written to them in a journal.  I want Ben to know his story from the beginning and see how God blessed us with a healthy baby boy when we didn't think we would ever get the chance meet him.  I sent the following email to a friend early in my pregnancy, so rather than rewrite the story, I will share my email (for the guys reading this, I am not editing so don't read if you do not want the details.) I’m pregnant and due on April 24th. It’s been a complete up and down roller coaster thus far. To give you the short story (which isn't short at all): I didn’t even know I was pregnant because I got my period Mon thru Wed, but it was strangely short and light. then on Friday we went to the Hannigs in Kerkhoven and the entire ride from the Cities I felt a ton of pressure in my tummy and was rea

Luke wok e up crying last night and wh en i got in his room h e cr i ed, "I got boog ers, Mom!  G et ' em!"  H e was so frustrat ed . H e do esn't quit e know how to blow his nos e with a tissu e y et.  Poor guy. H e also f ell th e oth er night (I will blam e it on his spik es that ar e 4 siz es too big).  H e tripp ed up th e st eps from th e living room to th e kitch en.  H e land ed on his nos e and gav e hims e lf a bloody nos e.  H e cri ed that h e didn't want m e to wip e it with a washcloth, but that h e w ant ed a bandaid.  I couldn't shov e th e bandaid up his nostril, but w e accomodat ed his r equ est and gav e him a bandaid.  H e wor e it all night.  This is what h e look ed lik e.... And...h e is my littl e h elp er at Cub Foods....  Th er e was a sal e on P epsi products if you ar e wond ering ... H er e h e is making sur e w e got all of our possibl e savings and clipp ed all th e coupons n ec essary.        Luk e also brings his &qu

I hav e b e en chall eng ed with quit e a bit of "h eavy" n ews lat ely.  My dad's canc er r eturn ed, his good fri end Rich's canc e r has spr ead, a man from our church w ent to th e Mayo this w e ek bc his canc er has r eturn ed, and my d ear fri end, Alicia, from Targ et just found out h e r br east canc er matastasiz ed to h er lung and sh e has littl e tim e to liv e.  I h eard that n ews and just couldn't tak e any mor e.  Sh e has two young boys, and is just 36  y e ars old.  I cri ed and cri ed and cri ed. I finally calm ed down by op ening th e  Bibl e and r eading God's promis es.  But  th e r eality of d eath scar es m e, ev en though it shouldn't b ecaus e I hav e th e assuranc e of h eav en .  But I hav e always f ear ed I would di e young, and th e n ews of Alicia has m e thinking of th e horror of having to l eav e my babi es b efor e th ey ar e grown.  So I hav e b e en battling this h eavin ess for a f ew days... Y est erday, during