It's 8:30. Both of my children are in bed. In the same room. All of the day's toys are put away. The dogs have been fed. We've had dinner. The kitchen is clean and the last load of laundry is tumbling in the dryer. I just found myself leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway thinking, "What can I do now?" Surprisingly, the first thing that came to mind
wasn't sleep. It was blog.
I know I have been MIA. And I could tell you why, but it would be a huge smorgasbord of reasons.
Mostly, I have my hands full.
Hands full of good things. (see
here). And also, my house often looks like this, and my brain almost always,
no, all of the time, feels like this:
Know what that is? That right there is an 89 piece basket of plastic food. That's right.
In the last month there's been a lot of change, a few birthdays and never ending diapers fun.
I went to the Endless Yard Sale in Chattanooga.
Chamblee turned 2.
Jacob turned 6 months.
We welcomed a sa-weeet new nephew.
K had another birthday.
We did a kitchen makeover.
We had our first family vacation.
And, my favorite, God has really changed our hearts and created a lot of opportunities for us. We are working through things and praying purposefully about avenues that are going to be taken and paths that we are going to faithfully be taking. Pray with us!!!
I have good intentions to be a better blogger. I'm still, yes still, getting this mom of 2 thing down.
And, I will sign off now with a true smorgasbord of pictures. For no other reason than they are sitting in my iphone taking up space, and I am keeping them solely because I have told myself I would one day put them on the blog. Here I am, keeping my word. To myself. Feels darn good.
girlies
curzins
Ok. I said I would sign off. But I feel the need to explain why I took my children and niece to a cemetery for a play date. I went to Athens one day to let the cousins hang out for a few hours. I knew I could do it. But yeah, I was a little nervous having 3 (almost) under 2. So I figured a cemetery would be the perfect spot to take the training wheels off. It's just like a park, right? They can run around and we can have a picnic and blow bubbles and walk around. They can play with a bouncy ball and be as loud and obnoxious care free as they wish. They could do all of this, without the worries I would have if I took them all to a park. I wouldn't miss one of them falling off the jungle gym while I was feeding the other. Or have to leave one to go chase another. I could change their bottoms in the wide open fresh air without hiding the parts from the public. If they all screamed and cried at the same time, no one would look at me funny. And I could cry, too. Most importantly, I wouldn't lose one. I kid. It was perfect.
I digress.
Time with DD & Nona
Said she'd put her in the van after she counted to 10.
She counted every 18th of a second.
And C fell asleep. Right there.
True Story.
All piled up on my lap
New nephew, Silas Hartford B.
Big plans for the next blog. Stay Tuned.
Until Next Time,
The Guff
