|guys. look at them.|
Sometimes I feel bogged down in the laundry, feeding, dishes, vacuuming, tidying, lawn mowing, mail checking, bill paying, errand running, dinner making...you get the picture. (And forget sometimes...I feel this way more often than I'd like to admit.)
But then I sit down and read a book to my Natsby, or roll around on the floor tickling my little Stockty, or snuggle my sleepy Smalls, and all my complaining and feeling stuck and selfish desires melt away. It is crazy how much they have changed my life and crazy how much I love them.
|the target configuration|
My view, a lot of the time:
Natalie and Stockton have been interacting more every day and it's so fun to watch. My favorite is when they make each other laugh, which is often.
Stockton canNOT get enough watermelon. I think he could live off of that fruit if it was acceptable.
|he stole some off the table and feasted while I was feeding Jack|
|don't mind me!|
Austin is still the greatest daddy around, I love watching him play with our kids. He is such a good sport trying to patiently play MarioKart with Natsby. She loves playing with him!
For family night last week we told the story of the Stripling Warriors and how their fathers and grandfathers had once covenanted with God that they would never fight again, and proved it by burying their weapons. We decided to bury our own "weapons," things that we struggle with that we would like to stop doing. We wrote them down on little slips of paper and yes, actually buried them! Mine was "drinking pop alone," because I always gave in to the temptation to get a soda when I was out running errands with the kids, and I needed to stop. Carbonation makes me happy so I didn't want to completely give it up, but this is definitely a step in the right direction. Burying it really did cement in my mind the will power I needed to follow through with this goal. (And I think we decided that I can reevaluate after we move from this house...the "burial" will become exempt once we're gone.) Natalie's paper said "pushing Stockton."
burying our vices!
|Harry Potter Scene-it|
|and a cozy sibling nap. love.|