Night and Day

Night and Day...my yesterday and today. We had a complete turn around today. Great listening, good manners, sharing, getting along, playing together/alone, and nap time! Thank you, Lord!

Night and Day...boys and girls. I enjoyed watching Stella be mommy to her dollies today. She took such good care of them: wrapping them in blankets, feeding them their bottles, pushing them in the swing. Sam, on the other hand, was completely engulfed with his cars: lining them up, pushing them under the swing, making sound affects. It was just another little glimpse of how different boys and girls are!

I asked Stella how many babies she had and she said 2. I asked her how many babies I had and she said 3. A little curious as to why she said 3, I asked her who they were. "Me, Sam and Daddy!"

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

So I am exaggerating. My day wasn't THAT bad. It was just one of those whiny, push all your buttons, I'm not listening, I don't like it, "NO, Mommy!" days! Have you ever had one of those?!

I put the kids to bed early. 7p.m. on. the. dot. Sun still blazing, but I didn't care. They were tired (Alright, I'm not going to lie. I was tired)! Do I feel guilty? Not about putting the kids down early, but for my lack of patience and bad attitude, absolutely!

Days like this make me so thankful for the grace and forgiveness I receive freely through Christ. I am grateful that He gives me second, third, fourth... seventy times seven chances because I definitely need them!

I went up stairs to check in on my munchkins and found my precious babies sleeping so peacefully. So soundly.




I wanted to wake them up, snuggle them and play with them. OK, just kidding. Sweet dreams little ones. I love you and I will see you in the morning.

"Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:21-23

Flapjack Fun!

I love the weekends! Weekends mean that Rich doesn't have to work and we get to hang out as a family. This morning I decided to surprise Hubby with one of his favorite breakfast foods- chocolate chip pancakes! The kids really like to help me in the kitchen, so help they did! They were busy helping me dump, mix, and of course, taste the ingredients! Mmm...the sweet smell woke Rich up and we all enjoyed a fantastic, flapjack, fun-filled, family breakfast!



What do you and your family enjoy doing together on the weekends?

Getting Along

It truly warms my heart when my kids are getting along and playing well together. The other morning I awoke to the pitter-patter of little feet running through the hall way. It was Stella. She was running to see her brother. She burst into his room (thankfully he was already awake) and began talking to him in her "motherly" voice. "Goodmorning, Sammy! Did you sleep good? Do you want some more milk? Ok. We will wait for mommy to get it. Do you want to read some stories?" From my room, I listened to her read "Goodnight Moon" and "Hugs are Special" and I listened to them giggle. They were getting along!

Today was another one of those days! We had a beautiful, cooler morning which allowed us to take a bike ride down to the park and play with our cousins. After naps, Stella and Sam splashed in the pool (or the "duck pond" as they are calling it), ran through the sprinkler, rode bikes, ate popsicles, and chased each other up and down the slide! What a great day!

Just Like Daddy

Everyone we know and meet says that Sam looks just like his daddy. I even had a lady ask me if he was mine! I assured her that yes, he indeed was mine. I remember the pain..ahem...I mean the joy of carrying the little rascal for 9 months.

My son not only looks like his daddy, but he tries so hard to emulate him. I first realized this the other day while Sam was brushing his teeth. He gave his teeth a little scrub with the brush, then leaned over the sink and made the cutest little spitting noise, "puh". Then he started coughing. I thought maybe he had gagged himself with the toothbrush, but when he did it again, I knew exactly why he was coughing! He was being just like daddy! It made me smile and reminded me just how much our kids really watch what we do!

I hope that as Sam grows up he will continue to take notice of his daddy and the great qualities he possesses: the love he has for our us; his love for the Lord; his willingness to provide for our family and how he does it with a joyous attitude; the spiritual leader he is; his wisdom; his playful nature. I do hope that Sam will grow up to be just like his daddy. I love them so!

Sweet Praises

It was bed time and bed time in our household comes with a routine which consists of baths, teeth brushing, family story time, followed by prayer time. This particular night Stella asked if she could sit behind the rocker and pray. I said yes and was taken back when she actually started praying. Her little hands were folded, her curly head bowed and her button eyes closed. She began, "Dear Jesus. Thank you for this day. Thank you for the beautiful weather. Thank you for mommy, sammy, me and daddy. Thank you that uncle R., M & S could come to our house today. Thank you that we could make cookies. In Jesus name, Amen!"

So innocent and so genuine were her words. A prayer, her first prayer, filled with sweet praises to our father above. My eyes filled with tears and my heart swelled with great desire for her (for all my children) to grow to know Him as her personal Lord and Savior.

Jesus said, "Let the children come to me and do not stop them, because the Kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matthew 19:14

Perfection

Perfection. That is what keeps me from trying new things and keeps me from enjoying a lot of things. It is something I struggle with almost daily. Trying to be perfect and trying to make everything perfect is exhausting!

I've always wanted to start a blog. In fact, I started one three years ago after the birth of my daughter and soon after, I quit. I tried again after the birth of my son, and after only writing a post or two, I quit again. "My words aren't good enough. My layout isn't right. My background isn't cute enough." Who cares, right? The perfectionist in me cared. But, alas, I have grown weary of being haunted by perfection and am ready to take baby steps to change. This blog will be a new challenge for me and a good one at that!

So, here I sit. Computer at hand, my blog title unaligned and a background I'm not crazy about. But I will write. I will share. I will leave stories and memories of my little ones and the footprints they leave on my heart. Ready? Here goes....our journey in words.