What A Beautiful Time

Well, if you follow me on instagram, you know my 7 foods is going really well. sarcasm. You know... I have real reasons, excuses and justifications. I'll just get to those later. But so you know, I'm not doing it this month. Eh. 

I'm so ready for summer I could die. I hate being cold. I hate being inside all day. Our beach trip is planned and booked and I have got to get back to the running thing so I can wear a bathing suit- and not be the mom at the pool in a T-Shirt and Umbros. I wouldn't. I might. Curse you girl scout cookies! 

I have also recently discovered that the kids consignment shop that I love- hates us. Every single time we go there- something crazy happens. Remember this? Yesterday was no exception.

Chamblee is potty trained. But, to get rid of the 913247 diapers I bought at Costco the week before she decided to be, I usually let her wear them when we are out for errands. Just in case. So, I am on the hunt for something specific and we head to this store. Jake has a full tummy, it's not nap time, and we're all geared up, smiles and giggles, singing Veggietales the whole way. It's cheesy. It's awesome. We enter the store. Jake starts screaming. Well, ok. Then Cham needs to go potty. I can do this. Their bathroom "doesn't work". Really? So, I explain it to Cham and she, very annoyed, pees in her pull up. I give Jake my wallet so he can play with the zippers. This is all fiction, you DFACS dialers. He's content. The hunt is on. Next thing I know I hear screaming from the toy section. "I HAVE GOT TO POOP! NOW! MY BOTTOM TOLD ME SO!" Believe it. It's my daughter. Well, I'm not asking her to poop in her diaper, so we plop our things on the counter, ask them to hold them for us and the plan is to head next door to Kroger for the bathroom. Right when we get about, oh, six feet from the front door she stops. in the middle of the store. And she's not waiting for a bathroom.

The scene from then on out only reminded me of one thing. Giving birth. There was a lot of "I can't hold it, I have to push it out" and a lot of "Can you wait until we get to the hospital bathroom?" "No! Please hold my hand! It's coming out" and "Ok, you're doing great babe!" Right there. In the front of the store. Right. There. And whatta ya know. There was a screaming baby boy to play along with the theme. So. you know. I could be a doula. She delivered and we marched out to our van, poop in diaper and screaming baby in car seat and changed those pants and waltzed right back in that store like it was nothing. And we didn't find what we were looking for. But we bought stuff anyway.

J man is walking like a crazy drunk, wobbly man and there are just no shoes that fit him right. None. It's a little frustrating, can I get an amen? So we are always looking for those. He talks- a lot- babbles and says a few real things like ball, dog, bye-bye, mama, dada, go and I swear I heard him say Jacob the other day. Ask my mother-in-law. It happened. 

Milestone after milestone over here. I {finally} let Chamblee mix her Play Doh colors. It's true. She asks me every time and I'm always quick to say no. Gross. Then, a few days ago, it hit me. Who flippin' cares. It's her Play Doh and if she wants it all nasty and mixed then she should be able to do that. So I said yes. I think we both had a moment of shock. We stared at each other and then she said, "yes?" And then she went to town. Ew.

a girly girl. obviously.

quiet time

something serious.

always. eating. 

buds. 

I love that life is moving on and changes are happening and mostly that it's spring. I love that I'm growing up with my children and that helps me stay positive and press on to greater things than the things that used to weigh me down. I love that I love my family, because some people don't have that luxury, or choose that choice. Letting things go that I used to think I would cripple without has only made me more confident and sure of God's faithfulness and love and mercy and grace. Whoa, the grace. It's happening- this growing up stuff. These milestones. It's all over our house- in our children and in one another. It's such a beautiful time.

Until Next Time,
The Guff