Tuesday, April 15, 2014

all together

Quiet and alone are two things I love, but rarely experience. It doesn't bother me because I love our loud crazy kids so much more, but I do need time away every once in awhile. Time away is refreshing and reminds me of how much I love what I do. It also reminds me that I need to be completely dependent on God. He is the one that renews my love and strength for the children and Caleb. 

It was a long day and I was feeling the need for some alone time. It was still a couple hours before Caleb was gong to be home. I dreamed about getting out as soon as he walked through the door, but as I waited for him God really changed my heart. While I do think there are times to sneak away for a bit, leaving because of my frustration with the kids wasn't the time. 

The kids and I together needed to be refreshed, enjoy one another, and get a change of scenery. We waited for daddy to get home, ate a quick dinner, and went for a walk. It was exactly what we all needed. I realized that with all the instruction and training that I do on a daily basis it's so important for me to remember to put in time to laugh and play with them. 

 Spring is my absolute favorite time of year here and I cannot get enough of our trees. 

Amelia playing hide and seek.

 The purple dress never comes off. (and yes Katy it's the tangled one:)

 Getting Elijah to look at the camera with a normal expression is just about impossible. 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

8 on ten

"God alone, who calls you to your task, will help you to know where the balance lies as you weigh your responsibilities before Him, and pray and trust."
Elisabeth Elliot

 1. morning cuddling

2. sisters dancing

3. spring blooming  

 4. lefty drawing

 5. Dish washing

6. fort building

7. window washing.

8. park playing

I know that it's supposed to be ten pictures for ten hours, but Nana came and we played for the rest of the day without the camera. 

Monday, April 7, 2014

pink paint and 'go go'

 (I started this post last week so it's a little behind, but I figured, better late than never.)
It's late, well, not really for most people's standards, but I'm an early to bed, early to rise, kind of girl. My brain is sharp at about 5:30am and toast at 5:30pm. I'm not even sure why I'm attempting to blog right now since the last sentence took me three tries to write. But here I am, the first time in my day when there's been some quiet. It's been a good day, a good week in a lot of ways, but full and noisy. I miss sipping my tea and writing out my thoughts or memories of things the kids have done. I figure I better take advantage of the moment and write a little about what's been going on or I'll never find the time. 

Caleb's a perfectionist when it comes to all things home improvement. That means hanging a picture on the wall requires a leveler, a tool belt, and a tape measure. Before I married Caleb and I wanted to hang something I held it in the general place I thought I wanted it, grabbed a nail and the closest thing that I could use as a hammer (usually a book or shoe) and put a hole in the wall. If I stepped back and it didn't look good I simply repeated until I liked where it was. You can imagine my method was deemed unacceptable once we were married. I'm fine with it. I take on the perfectionist role in all other areas so I understand him and if he wants to hang all my pictures, who am I to argue. But the man is busy. He works so hard all the time and the home projects tend to add up sometimes. This week I was ready to tackle them. The next couple months are going to be even busier than normal and I really wanted to get somethings done. So, I started painting the girls room. You should know that I'm a terrible painter, but Caleb hasn't said a word and is coming home in the evenings to help finish the job. I'm incredibly grateful for him. 

This week we also decided to potty train Amelia. And by we, I mean she decided she wanted to be like her brother and sister and I kept finding her on the toilet. And By decided, I mean I ran out of pull ups and was forced into it. She calls it 'go go' and it's about the cutest thing. 

How strange my life is at times. My days are filled with teaching a child how to 'go go' and I find it precious. I am so glad that I'm here painting pink walls and washing princess panties. I'm thankful that I'm the one holding their hand, encouraging them, and training them. And it's in the midst of these ordinary tasks that I see God transforming my heart and mind.

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