and especially this one
So until time allows, I choose to be thankful for the business of them, b/c one day not to far from now, I'll have plenty of time for getting a pedicure.
Note to self...
I choose joy over frustration,
I choose patience over anger,
I choose sleep over a long post with lots of pictures :)
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
We kissed our summer goodbye with a bang and spent a fantastically, relaxing week at the beach with friends.
I wanted to stay.
|I really like this family photo, but why, oh why didn't someone encourage me to do something to tame my hair down.|
I didn't want to leave.
For our first story I bring you Maggie and the sea gull
She squealled at him passionately then turned to the crowd and encouraged us to clap for him
See Libs at the beach.
See Libs laugh.
See Libs run and laugh at the beach.
Much to the delight of my husband, we were sandwich between 2 tropical systems during our stay. This meant that everyday he and his long lost girlfriend got to go out and play together.
And everyday, I carried the girls to the water's edge so that they could catch a glimpse of the boy their Daddy used to be. Really beneath that strong, provider exterior, he still is that boy.
This is Maggie's beach hair.
It is luscious and I couldn't help but run my fingers through it all day long.
That's all I have to say about that.
One of my girlfriends once described Libby as a little fairy that the boys can't help but follow. It is kind of true, but not in a falling over their feet in love kind of way, in a Pied Piper sort of way....She just kind of leads them into mischief and they follow.
This is her and Maggie and all the boys. My girls are heavily out numbered for now. Libs loves them all...when we got home she kept saying "Mommy, where are da boys?"
This is Charlie, and while she doesn't show open favoritism, I do believe there is a twinkle in her eye when she talks about this one ;)
There always has been,
but please don't mention this to Caleb, or Aiden, or Robbie :)
And b/c I have no story to go with these, and I surely haven't include enough pictures yet, here are a few more
|Seriously, someone just hand me a pony tail holder, a scarf, a visor, anything to tame my lioness-like main|
These pictures are of Libby searching for shells...just so you know, it's late as usual and my creative writing skill are running low.
Keep the one on the right, chuck the one on the left.
Show this one to Maggie, "ya see it Mags? Iss- a shell, iss beau-ful!"
"Look Daddy, look at my shells! Can I keep um?"
Please don't pass by this picture until you examine the sheer bounty that is my Littlest's thigh!
And these pictures are of Maggie being 8 months old.
How did that happen? Did I say that last month? I really mean it this month, b/c the day past by and I didn't even realize it!
For the record.
8 months old=4 teeth, napping shockingly bad, cruising, loves Mommy but lights up when she sees Daddy, laughs uncontrollably at Libby and interacts with her regularly, loves green beans and blueberries. Still makes a funny little noise when she sees Trouble and cries at loud noises including but not limited to Gus's bark. Still nuzzles her head in my chest and still smiles with her whole body, still makes my heart melt when I see her.
One day our children rebelled against us when we tried to lay them down for naps, so we carried them to the beach and laid them in the sand.
I looked over at Kev and told him "this, is perfect."
Grace and peace
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
“Young boys (or girls) should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.”
I thought about this quote tonight while I was feeding Maggie. I asked Kev if he would finish putting her down so that I could read to my two year old one more time. I had this fleeting and somewhat insane thought that maybe if I read to her, I could drag it out and she could stay little just a bit longer. As it was, she never even made it through the first book, Violet the cat was still stuck up a tree, and my Little was fast asleep on my shoulder.
I am fairly certain that the Father uses parenting as way to draw us closer to Him. Not only in the sheer miracle that is growing a baby inside of you, but in loving them also. I'm sure that in loving her, with that deep, deep love, I catch just a glimmer of how He loves me, His child. Love...so profound.
I love that Little girl.