"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Friday, August 31, 2012

A Week in Pictures

We are week 3 into this new chapter.
Plenty of newness with much adjustment and grace.  
The beauty of finding myself in irritation only to hear His whisper, gentle reminders to surrender performance and perfection to instead drink deeply of His grace and mercy.
Expectations on my children or for the hubs are in the same boat.  Choosing grace and mercy to be the reflection in my response.

It's good.
There is something about the lack of sleep, the fullness of each hour of the day, and the moonlight feedings with my girl when the house sleeps, all is quiet, and I think.

The reality that it's not all self reflecting and rainbows, it's more like episodes of So You Think You Can Dance and CSI to keep me awake.
Sometimes I wear the hub's deodorant because something about 4 kids is making me sweat.
Sometimes I remember eye liner and forget deodorant altogether.
Sometimes I call my kids by their wrong names.
Sometimes I yell.
Sometimes my sleep deprived, spread thin hubby calls me "bro" when he's talking to me.

I can deal.

I love it all.  Love the beauty and the mess altogether.
I love our week.  I love all of the firsts taking place and the joy to grab ahold of each memory and savor the moment.

The girls started school.  Ballet and tap began.  Bear is almost an accomplished bike rider without training wheels.  The grass suits her cautious heart much better.



We've had a fabulous week and as always, giddiness brews in this house today because he's coming home today for the weekend.  Family Night awaits us.  A weekend of PW's baked French Toast is on the menu, horseback riding, and a few last minute trips to the pool.

For now, our week in pictures...

First day of kindergarten was a success.  Sister jumped out of the car and stood on the porch of the school house and waved to me.  The kind of wave I know I will see again.  The wave that says "I'm fine mom, really.  Please don't cry.  You can leave now, I really am fine."

I love this one to bits.



Apples for teachers.

Boo amazed me.  First time to school and my girl was fearless and ready.  Her little body hopped out of the car.  She's played this moment in her head a thousand times.  She's waited for the day to hop out of the car, wave to mama, and holler over her shoulder how she loves me and how she will see me later.  Well done big girl, well done.

And the Bunny, oh this one just keeps me on my toes.  She's healthy and on track which means she's officially almost 2 years old, into everything, and doubles as a secret ninja usually leaving her destructive trade mark of a slimy pacifier or sippy of milk.



Cue happiness.  Ballet and tap have begun.





Ballet buns.





Ella Rose, Millie Jean, Emma Rose

My lil' laundry helper.








Belle sleeps 99% of the time.  I have yet to grab a pic of her with her eyes open.


I can't describe the emotion of this week.  In one moment watching her soar and step out onto her own, my heart is flooded with memories.
I remember my mama tucking me in at night, scratching my back for as long as I wanted.  I remember how I smelled of her perfume once she left my room each night.  I remember excited opening my lunch at school to see her notes of love and affection for me.
I remember my daddy teaching me to ride a bike without training wheels.  I remember his tan, strong surgeon hands guiding me as I learned.  Shaking his head in assurance when I fell, telling me I was fine and to try again.  Sometimes he would kick the bike and yell at it for hurting me.
And as I catalogue memories in my heart of my own childhood, a new canvas masterpiece is being written before my eyes.  
I watch these sisters grow in love for each other.  His continual thread of sisterhood being woven.  They celebrate together.  They cry and laugh together.  They are learning relationship together.


The week has been full and we are thankful.

A week in pictures warms my heart.
Happy weekend!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

A Summer Farewell

Summer is officially over.  We have bid this toasty season farewell.

Tonight I listen to the rain gently trickle against my window.  Cooler temperatures have been promised.  Fall approaches, without a doubt my favorite season.  School supplies sit unopened and ready to be used, kitchen creations take a step into more richness and heavenly scents of apple cider and pumpkin will soon fill the house.

Football will provide the perfect sounds to fill this house of pink, Barbies will be lined up for kickoff, and we'll slip on jackets to run out and play on crispy fallen leaves and cool grass.

 Fall is coming.

Yet my heart is still full from summer.  We loved our summer, we drank in deep.  
And babies endlessly bickered, pregnancy crankiness was present, and at times we craved our space from each other.  But trumping all messes were the every day blessings.  My sun kissed babies swam for hours every day, boxes of popsicles were eaten, plenty of family walks.  Time with family and friends.  Preparations for our Belle.
 Summer delivered and our applause is still continuing for its performance.



This past week we celebrated summer's commencement with later nights, outdoor movies with friends, sleeping in just a bit, and pancakes, just because.  We headed to school for parent meetings and first introductions of little ones meeting their teachers.  
Fall is coming and we are happily stepping onto its stage, relishing in and gratefully enjoying...

Donut Dates with Mama
My girls know a good thing when they see it.  Donuts.  A fabulous way to start the official last day of summer.  

Exploring classrooms and meeting teachers
Boo will be in preschool and my Bear a kindergartener.  How did this happen?  Monday my babies will set off on adventures.
And I will smile and cry like a baby.

Blessings 
The past few weeks we are overwhelmed with the blessings from our family and friends.  My mom has visited, meals have come each week, and friends have stopped by with gifts and for time with my girls.  
One day, Alicia grabbed my older girls and they went all over town searching for treasure.  Love this.  Love it that my girls were loved on so well by Alicia and love it that I scooped up my younger 2 littles and headed to the park.






Nest and Errands
Errands have become an all out executed mission these days.  To time the feedings, give space for diaper blow outs, potty breaks, and a few melt downs.  Ballet slippers need to be bought, groceries grabbed, and then making our way home to the nest.  


Always learning and taking note of our limits and victories.  Knowing when to choose productivity and when to rest.

Speaking of the nest, it's a full one these days.  You can find princess attire, naked Barbies, and/or a kiddo at your feet at every turn.
It's delightful.



I know the pace will shift in just a few days.  Soon our mornings will become structured and scheduled, the days will become games of Tetris to fit everything in.  And I do love me some Tetris.

And in carpool lines, library times, field trips, and dance lobbies as I wait, dress littles, nurse my Belle, and think ahead of what's for dinner, I will let my mind slip back into the summer memories He wrote in our hearts.



And I will smile.
Toasty sun, brown shouldered babies, sticky snow cone hands, back yard dinners, and ruffled babied bodies...see you next summer.

A summer farewell.