If you were to look around our house today, compared to the six years ago that we moved here you could probably count on one hand the number of major decorations I've accomplished that were once on my pinterest worthy wish list. I love those woman that change up their mantles and bedspreads and have boxes of seasonal decor. *note to self: start collecting antique sprinkler heads. I'm coming to realize that the major thing marking our years here are the changes of little chubby bodies into self sufficient human beings. And as much as I miss exhibit A and B:
I've got to admit that there is something to be said for that marker. I wasn't sure we'd ever be able to say, " Go take a bath." and not be needed for any part of the process. Or to not have to know every detail of my children's bowel movements. I slept in every morning in Hawaii and they just entertained themselves. Just because you choose to get up in the sixes does not mean mommy has too. I mean, right?! There are literally years and years you think things like that will never happen. And we still get all kinds of snuggles up in here and every now and then I get a "yemolade" for a lemonade. And my heart melts with every lispy gem. So I say we are in the sweet spot between chubby dependence and snarky attitude. Although who knows, I've heard it gets even better. I'll have to check back on that one.
We had such a lovely visit with GiGi and Papa. Can you believe they are in their 90's and they're all jet setting around the country to visit their own babies. So, so blessed. GiGi even brought the kiddos their own watercolor sets and gave them a refresher course. It all made me a little teary.
The gang on easter morning
Easter basket chase, hidden in the cobweb infested bathtubs underbelly. Mama's got to start getting creative. And how they still believe in the easter bunny after literally getting caught taking down the easter baskets is beyond me.
Smiles for candy, after four years they know the drill.
Love this crew
Miss A started in a volleyball league. In her own words writing a letter to her NiNi, "I started volleyball this week. I realized that I'm terrible at it." I'll admit it is sorta painful to watch but getting better every week!
This bond still melts me. We hit the jackpot in the pet department.
Remind me of this the next time she eats a ball of yarn, poops it out and drags it from her litterbox to play.
Welcome to lego city. I swear little man is going to be an engineer one day. He and legos = pure magic.
She is now almost four times through the entire series. I'm not sure it's healthy at this point.
In honor of her finally getting over her virus and since she missed dress as your favorite book character at school I agreed to throw her a Harry Potter book club party. It was actually super fun to plan and her friends are so sweet. Here they are playing bamboozled and getting super dramatic with every skunk/puke flavored jelly bean. Gross and hilarious. There is talk of a trip to Harry Potter world this summer, which we have to keep to a minimum or hives just might break loose.
Although the distance between their BFF and complete enemy status is getting closer together they still manage to crack us up with their play. I still can't believe she convinces Ian to do this on a regular basis.
Gotta forsee some years of therapy for this one. My beauties.
And had to include some outtakes that make me smile. Although I wouldn't trade it for the right now us. The endless reading logs, sports practices, after dinner family bike rides, staying up a little later for movie night, precious sleep, chapter books, make your own lunch, jokes, daydreaming, morning devotions, independent tooth brushing and laundry folding, the picnic game (ask me sometime), quiet hours while the kids are at school, and fun road trips. This is the good stuff, but still...
#holdmeJesus
