It is those little things that make life that much sweeter, like when I catch Wit jumping along with Knox as Knox explores his jump-a-roo. Their eyes are locked on each other. Little brother admiring big brother, and big brother learning to love his little brother. Or when I drag myself up the stairs for the 1000th time at the end of the day to say goodnight to the girls, and I hear Mia reading to Sadie. I peak in and Sadie is listening intently laying on her tummy with her head propped on her hands. Or . . .
Hello friends! We are super excited this Valentine's week. Sadie is turning 6 on Wednesday. 6! I am in disbelief. But, it is happening whether I like it or not. I remember being so excited 6 years ago that she might be born on Valentine's Day. She was so close! The 11th is the prefect day though. A great way to bring in the love this week by celebrating my sweet Sadie right before Valentine's Day. . . .
Oh boy oh boy oh boy am I in LOVE with this little boy! He is the PERFECT finale to my baby making years :) He is 17 pounds of joy and sweet laughs. He loves being a baby, and he eats up all the attention his 3 siblings shower him with. After 4 kids I have learned that sometimes you can't fight the funk.....so when he grew out of his rock and play where he slept 9+ wonderful hours a night in, and I placed him in his beautiful brand new crib where he slept no more than 30 mins at a time in, I scooped up . . .
After cleaning out the girl's room AGAIN, purging, organizing, and trying to figure out what in the heck to do with all this STUFF I find myself stressed! I am stressed out! I know we have too much, and too much always leads us to feelings of ungratefulness. Isn't that funny? The more you have the less you appreciate it? It is this way with me anyway. So before the avalanche of toys hit my home next week I am determined to giveaway, donate, and get a game plan together to live with less. How are you . . .
You know how it goes..... You have a to do list a mile long, but the kiddos get sick, and the baby wants to nurse ALL THE TIME, and you try and keep the sick kiddos away from the baby, but a certain 21 month old likes to steal the baby's paci when you aren't looking, put the paci in his germ infested mouth and then back in the babies mouth. So the baby gets a cold and you catch the cold from the baby or the 21 month old....who knows!!! Then the to do list is still sitting there from when you made it 2 . . .
Wow 2 months! 2 months as a mother of 4!!! It's been well interesting. We've had some wonderful highs where everyone is smiling, in a great mood, and loving on each other, and then moments of total crazy where all 4 kids are screaming at the top of their lungs at the same time about something or other. Sleepless nights, no naps, and tween meltdowns. Mothering two boys under two is not a task for the faint of heart. It's non stop, all the time, 24 hrs a day. I am beyond thankful though for Wit's amazing . . .
Thank you Kristie at PURE JOY PHOTOGRAPHY for these photos of our new family :) . . .
I love this picture. Each child is chilling out in front of a summer movie. Notice Wit took over the baby bouncer chair. Of course he hated it as a baby! Now it has become a 19 month's Lazy Boy. So life with four....oh my goodness! Crazy and fun all wrapped in one package. Drew was home for the 1st two weeks for a little honeymoon with Knox, and boy was it wonderful. We spent our days playing nonstop, and it allowed me to get a nap everyday! Knox is a great baby. He nurses well, sleeps well, and we are . . .
Oh sweet Mia, my oldest, loyal, hard working, thoughtful, amazing daughter. I will never forget the early morning in August you made me a mother and changed my life forever. Happy Birthday big girl! I love you! . . .
Hello my friends! We are doing a whole lot of waiting right now......waiting on baby! My TO DO LIST is complete (enough as it will ever be). My bags are packed. We are ready! In the meantime we are swimming, building forts, and enjoying the calm before the storm of newborn :) Have a wonderful week everyone! . . .