My girls were asked to model their Aunt Katy’s “kids cowls.” So of course we curled our hair and had fun with a mini photo shoot. What do you think?
There is something about these beautifully cool fall mornings. This morning I woke up, and the skies were gray and cool from the rain last night. I decided to come downstairs and secretly enjoy a very quiet cup of coffee and snuggle up on our couch with the cool morning breeze blowing on me. Something that makes me want to write. My cup steams aimlessly next to me and I grab its warm base and cup my hands around it. It is comforting. Quiet. Peaceful. Something about starting the day feeling refreshed before the kids wake up. As the caffeine slowly makes its way through my blood stream, I feel just that. Refreshed. Ready for the day to begin. Ready to hear those little feet, one by one, pitter patter down the stairs. I remember when August and I were newly married and only Grace was with us. We would fantasize about hearing those little pitter patters come running down the hall, laughter and giggles echoing from their rooms. “How wonderful we thought that would be.” To not just be just us, but to have a full house hearing those wonderful sounds of delight. Now that is our reality and I sometimes forget how much I longed for these days. Now, eight years later those days have come. I find myself sometimes overwhelmed by all the pitter patters, thumping and bumping, teasing and laughing and giggling. “SHHHH!!” I’ll shoot up the stairs. “Not so loud please!” I now laugh to myself. Oh how fickle and contradictory we humans can be! Wish for something the next, then find ourselves grumping about it the next. What if we realized, what if I realized, that these are the very moments we need to be thankful for. Instead of griping and grumping and wishing for a quiet moment instead, I relished the clatter of noises? Even now I hear Tobias squeaking in his crib. Time to wrap things up and go pick him up, greeting him with a sippy of milk. So I suppose I leave with this thought. Lets be less contradictory. Lets learn to remember how much we longed for certain things, and now that we have them, to wistfully and thankfully relish these “noisy” moments.
Hey! Remember me? The momma and blog you used to enjoy reading little quirky family posts from? Yes has a year really gone by? Seriously, the last post was from November 22 2015. It’s is now September 16, 2016. I don’t think I can possibly write and fill you in on all that has happened in the past year, except that the pumpkin cheesecake recipe in my last post, a YEAR ago, was a flop! What was supposed to be a quick and easy and turn-out-yummy-cheesecake did not turn out yummy at all! So scratch that one from your recipe logs and I’ll try again sometime soon…maybe. The truth is that I have been busy and happy and content, really just living life and not really feeling the need to write about it. We had a great summer, full of swimming at G.G’s and also Oma’s on various occasions. The kids had slumber parties with GG every week! What a blessing that was to me and to them! The joy I would see on their faces when they realized it was Thursday and after naps, that their dear sweet beautiful GG was coming to pick them up was priceless. And for me, a day of cleaning (or not cleaning, lets be honest), the quiet and some pretty sweet, precious one on one time with my number four littlest boy was something I am eternally grateful for. So because I know you’re reading this momma, thank you. You have truly blessed me this past summer. Past?
Next week we usher in the first week of Fall. Whaat?! I really just can’t believe it. Somehow time really marches on and I am blinking and each year my children get a year older. It boggles my mind that my oldest darling girl is now 8. In 3rd grade. Reading chapter books, dividing and multiplying far better than I ever did at her age. Anya too has come a long way. We had a little difficulty in Kindergarten last year. Reading did not come easy. A few more months of maturing and a little time off we have started anew and she is doing wonderfully! Saying special sounds and recognizing them in stories (thanks dr. seuss and green eggs and ham) (sAY I do so like green eggs and ham!) It appears we are over that hurtle. This being my 4th year now of homeschooling (again…whaat?!) I am finding to not stress over those hurtles as frustrating as they can be. I enjoy it. I enjoy sitting with them discussing the things God has created and finding that each subject really does open a window to see more of who He is. We love attending our co-op. Such a sweet gathering of friends and fellow believers all with a common goal in mind, to raise up our children in the way they should go, so that when they are old, they will not depart from it. We begin our mornings with prayer, allegiance to our flag, and then on to our individual classes where we learn the foundations to life. Already I have been greatly helped by this community. Sweet friends and mentors who have come alongside of me to encourage me and help me along this path of homeschooling. Wouldn’t trade it for the world and it is so totally worth it!
So on to another year. Strange, so strange to already be thinking of fall and holidays and cooking and baking. Warm fuzzy socks over leggings and pull over shawls. Cowls and scarves, gloves and mittens. Rain boots and backpacks. In a way I am ready for this busyness. Ready again for the routine. Ready to go through all of this together. I think that is the sweetest thing about each new season. Is that I realize, I am surrounded by people who love me…little people I’ve created…God has given me. My own family. So amidst all the “sometimes” struggles I am tempted to focus on and be negative, I still know deep down…way down…I wouldn’t trade my life for anything else!
So perhaps a few shots from this year will suffice. Enjoy and welcome back to me..and you! Ps. Somewhere in this time Tobias grew into a sweet talking, babbling, cantankerous little toddler!