Monday, October 31, 2011

There's No Place Like Home

And we've been spending a lot of time there. 

So much sickness in the house and it's making me crazy. I think [I hope] we are nearing the end. The kids feel good. I feel good. Now we are waiting on the daddy. Sometimes I wonder why we live in this state and not in some warmer climate that isn't a breeding ground for germs. 

And why can't I put them in a bubble so they will always be safe?



But this makes us [our bodies] stronger, right? Better equipped to live. And maybe that's how it is with all of life.



The hurts, the joys, the grief...if we don't experience these things and we protect ourselves in our own personal bubble, who would we be? 

Safe, yes.

But alone.

And with no depth of character.

So we pry our eyes open, and drink chicken noodle soup, and we love and we live. 

Out of the bubble.


Thursday, October 13, 2011

Pink [Small Style]

It's a new era. 

Mingled with the matchbox cars, I'm finding glittery chapsticks and princess crowns stewn about our home. 



Ivy Pearl loves pink. Everything pink.




She is beauty and spunk and grace sandwiched between two boys. 

A happy waking, sweet voice talking, tight squeeze giving little Love.

She is delightfully girl.






On Ivy:

Dress - Matilda Jane
Tights - Matilda Jane
Boots - Primigi Enoras

Linking up once again with Mama Loves Papa.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

It's on the List

Do you see it? Go to the middle and then down a few. It's been there every day, but not getting crossed off.




I'm often asked how the transition from 2 to 3 has been. Of course it's difficult and more intense as I now have to care for an extra person...one who depends on me for his very food, but the transition itself has been smoother than 1 to 2. 

I'm finding I need to be more scheduled. Especially for meal planning and grocery shopping. A quick run to the grocery store becomes a 2 hour ordeal.

I now make a to do list every day. It's keep me focused, and even if only three things have been crossed off, it leaves me with a small sense of accomplishment. SO.MANY.THINGS do not get done, but those things will wait. 

These littles will not.


They will continue to grow and flourish and take my breath away with who they are.


I refuse to miss this.