Foot Notes

Recently I haven't seen much of them. My feet that is. They have been staying busy, running lots of miles (30 miles last week! At 35 weeks pregnant I am just a little proud of myself. And I'm typically not a "look at me" type of girl. I'm more the "sweating cuz they are looking at me" type of girl.) and also enjoying staying cozy at night by the fireplace that I am truly madly deeply in love with.

Speaking of feet and fireplaces, my feet and theirs have had some fun evenings together lately, cozied up in the house having "picnics" as the hooligans call them by the fireplace. Tirzah thinks because I put a big towel out on the living room floor (we eat dinner and watch a movie) that the actual towel is a picnic. She told me the other night she would go get "the picnic" and came back with a towel.

I think I've created a picnicking monster, and they hardly want to eat at the table anymore. Not like they really eat "at the table" anyway when we eat in the kitchen. Their little feet stand on it, in their chairs, under it, somehow their in the living room/bathroom/kitchen cabinets, etc. Anywhere BUT the table. I turn around for 5 seconds and it's Where the Wild Things Are live in my kitchen. I won't complain too much though. One day those feet will be too big to stand on my table or to want to have a picnic in the living room. So for now I'll just roll my eyes a bit and tell them to get off my table right now just to say I did. ;)

The first shot is for Simplicity, Second is for Sweet Shot, Third is for Communal Global.

My Reflexes are Tired.

I love blogging. I love my kids. I usually love blogging about my kids, too. But recently my motivation to do anything besides sit on my couch and watch movies with my kids is pretty much at zero. I hate feeling like a blog post is a chore, and usually it's not. But at this point in my pregnancy, the exhaustion is starting to take over.

I am even having a hard time picking up my real camera as opposed to just using my iPhone. I really love taking pictures...it's just a reflex almost, but recently my reflexes are, well, tired. And sometimes my camera is so...far...away. (Like, completely across the room, people.) So all this blabbing is just to say please forgive me for this lame blog post, and these pictures that really were taken like a week ago. I'm busy being used as an incubator for what feels like the next 5 years. Ok, probably no longer than 5 weeks...but a week is a year in preggo-time.

So anyway...I will keep plugging away over here on the old blog. But if I disappear occasionally it's not permanent, so don't go too far. (I mean, unless I scared you off which could be likely.) I'm sure I'll be back right after I finish sitting on the couch growing a human. ;)

The second shot is for Monday Rewind

Traditional

So I'm not necessarily big on traditions. I mean, I'm not the kind of person who loves change or anything, (I like routines and like to have a plan...not even necessarily big on surprises either) but I don't always stick to the traditional either. But certain traditions I love and look forward to every year, like watching all the Christmas specials that come on TV. The last two nights its been The Grinch and Rudolph. 

Much to my husbands dismay, I watch these things every year. Thankfully now the kids will watch them with me, and Billy is free to snicker from the other room. I don't blame him exactly...I realize a 25 year old man should not be expected to be thrilled about watching a cartoon from 40+ years ago. But anyway, like I said, despite my love for certain traditions, there are others that I can do without. Like this year, for example when we decorated for Christmas, we noticed that I used zero red and green. I guess blue and brown are the new red and green?

I'm also the type of person who likes to do things all the way, or not at all. This is a trait that has occasionally gotten me into trouble, but at the same time can be helpful for getting things done. Recently I decided that I wanted to do something fun, something for me, something "non-mommy" before Baby J is born. I have never colored my hair, so I decided I wanted to get some highlights. I also decided, hey, why not pink highlights?


I love the way they turned out, and it was fun to change things up and do something not expected before I fall into the expected chaos and lack of sleep of a new baby, as much as I'm looking forward to it. There is something to be said for many traditions, this entire season of Christmas is full of meaningful traditions based on the Savior that I base my life on. And I think there is also something to be said for change, and for growth, and for using both change and tradition to make us better than when we started.

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, 

which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. Ephesians 2:10

 

The first shot is for Paper Mama, Second is for Scripture and a Snapshot

Till it Hurts

Some days with my kids I want to pull out my own hair. Other days they literally make me laugh until I'm crying and it hurts. (Actually, they usually make me laugh like that everyday, unfortunately some days I'm laughing at things I probably shouldn't be...like Tirzah saying "damnabbit" instead of "dagnabbit".) If I posted/blogged/tweeted everything funny line out of their little heads I'd probably be more annoying on social media than I already am. But come on, some of that stuff is just too good not to tweet.

Like the other night, I was giving the kids baths. I got them out, and for some reason Merrick decided his hooded towel made him "Superman". (This is new...usually we are Spiderman or Lightning McQueen.) He asked me, in a nonchalant tone, if he could "fly down the stairs" in his towel...just his towel at this point. I said sure. I'm dressing Tizzy, and hear a big crash. Naturally I ignore it, cuz crashes happen frequently around here, ya know? And if you were these kids' mom you would learn to ignore any crash that is not followed by a scream. 

Shortly following the crash came "Mom, help! Can't get up!" I peek around the corner and he's laying on his face on the landing, still in his hooded towel. That was funny enough, but he seemed to feel the need to explain why he couldn't get up. He said, "Mom, when kids fall in their towels they can't stand up." I suppose if I was tangled up in a hooded towel I might have a problem getting up too. Thankfully I am not in the habit of flying down the stairs...someone has to be responsible around here. ;)

The first shot is for YouCapture, Second is for Texture Thursday and This or That.

A Blur

I know how it goes. Too fast. Especially when there are kiddos involved. Before I know it Christmas will be over for another year, it will be 2012, and there will be 3 instead of just 2 to fill up my day. They'll be going to college and getting married and...let's not go there.

I always say I'm going to savor every moment, and I totally plan on it. It's just hard when this is what every moment of their waking hours looks like...a blur:

But they are my favorite little blurry streaks of energy...and I cannot imagine how boring and stationary life might be without them. So I'll do my best to sit back and enjoy every waking, screaming, laughing moment of this holiday season...for their sake and mine.

The first shot is for Simplicity, Second is for Communal Global,

 and third is for Sweet Shot.