Leaving our Mark

I have always loved to see kids hand prints left in the side of a special place.  Building my new home is the most special place to me right now and I wanted to save a piece of my children within it's walls.  I decided to place their hand prints and names in the cement of our front porch.

Now this doesn't sound like a complicated project.  Pour concrete...place hands...write names.  Well let me just say that this project didn't happen as easily as I had expected.  Steve talked to the concrete guys the night before and he must have told them that it would probably be ready between 9 and 10 AM.  Well I don't think he ever mentioned this to me (although he thinks he did).  So at 9:10 I get a call from Steve asking if we had done it yet or not.  At this point we are still at home in our PJ's and I was feeding Carlie breakfast.  Sooo I throw clothes on the girls (except Carlie, I just took her in her PJ's figuring I'd be coming home immediately following), rush to the house, and ask the Amish guy if he is ready.  He says, in his slow quiet Amish voice, "Well it's still pretty wet.  It'll be a little yet."  Ok not a problem, so I take the girls over to the yard and let them play with the bikes for a little.  To make a long story short, two and a half hours and a bunch of grumpy girls later we finally got to leave their adorable little marks in our family home.