Good groceries this whole moving with 3 kids thing is an adventure soaked in grace, lots of grace. We are in full swing of boxes everywhere, most everything is packed amidst multiple conversations that _____ is coming to the new house. And yes, I'm positive your toys and pajamas will make it to the new house, I promise. It's funny what little minds process through when moving. Their questions make me smile. And since packing the entire kitchen last week, we're sampling every frozen dinner Target has to offer, so far so good.
Meanwhile, I can't get this child to wear anything other than her kitty cat shirt. I wash it every other day now and Sister stands at the dryer like a broken record asking for it's completion.
And then it happened, the hubs looked at me with those green eyes and asked for some homemade cookies.
I can't say no to that man.
But I did pack everything necessary to measure and make anything. So I sent him next door to grab a casserole pan and I used Emma's plastic cup and eyeballed the whole recipe. Who says baking must be exact? I undercooked that sucker and dumped some peanut butter on it and no one complained a bit.
But in the midst of that, we still had one more birthday celebration with our fellow princesses.
My girl is specific, down to the napkin color and look of her cake. The gym delivered and the girls had a blast.
Emma invited some friends from school to come and celebrate her birthday. A small group of little bodies running around on tippy toes with shrieks of happiness.
A celebration indeed.
Afternoons at home, playing in the backyard.
I see you Bear, I see you.
Dr. Eskew taped her belly today with special tape to stimulate her stomach muscles and she's very proud, she pats her belly and smiles.
She makes me smile.
The beauty of it all, is He's bigger than milestones and benchmarks. He made her, crafted her perfectly. We know her progress will come and we're rejoicing along the way.
And while we're in the city, we met up with Liz for lunch. A girl's lunch if you will. What a treat, what a delight she is. I used to see Liz years ago and think how I would love to be friends with her some day. Dream come true, anyone who knows her agrees.
She's just simply lovely.
So here we are, enjoying this lovely weather, sitting on the back porch nibbling on some mac n cheese, a frozen meal of course.
I could sit here all day long. She's yummy, a sweet morsel to be gobbled to pieces.
Unforgettable surprise in the delight from feeding a baby pasta. Check.
There is much to be done.
Any mama knows the laundry is always coming, someone's always tugging on my pant leg simultaneously smearing their snot, and you can take what Oprah thought was multitasking to a whole new level.
The gift of motherhood, the daily return of immeasurable value in shaping the kingdom of tomorrow, because He's already given them the keys.
So here's to what's to come. To warmer weather, living with friends, watching babies grow, running carpool, and taking a frozen meal and turning it into a memory I never want to fade.