Deep Thoughts

I love eavesdropping on Henry and Adam. Their "conversations" mostly consist of Henry telling Adam things, Adam saying "No He (Henry)!"  and Henry yelling, "Yes Adam!!!" The other day as I was making their lunch and they were arguing conversing I heard:

HENRY: Adam, did you know God made us for his art?

I froze. In stopped production of the PB&J factory on my counter and my eyes teared up. In moments like these I am so in awe of my children and my God. I am amazed how He reveals himself to the little ones such as these. And I am humbled by the simple faith of a child. In the midst of slathering jelly on crust less bread I was reminded that "we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which he created in advance for us to do." (Ephesians 2:10)

Thank you Lord, for using my children daily to draw me closer to you.

Word To The Wise

Three car seats in the backseat of a big truck can be difficult to coordinate. Picture Adam on one side, Claire in the middle, and Henry on the other side. Poor Claire is stuck between the boys because otherwise they fight way too much. Today as I was attempting to place a sleeping Claire in the middle car seat Adam kept trying to touch her and I desperately wanted her to stay asleep.



ME: Adam please don't touch baby Claire. If you wake her up she will scream her head off and none of us want that.

HENRY: Adam, we don't want that. If she screams her head off one of us will have to sew it back on. And it won't be me.

Not sure whose comment was more effective, mine or Henry's. But Adam didn't touch Claire again.

Tahoe Blues

When you're 4 the blues sound a little like this ...

Yes Henry. There will be plenty of time to sing about silly girls breaking your heart. Rock out a chorus about marble games and butterflies while you still can.

Our 4th of July Was A Blast ...

Can't you tell.

 

It Takes Three Baby

I am in love. Deeply and madly in love. Part of this overwhelming feeling may have to do with the fact that we are vacationing in beautiful Lake Tahoe where all of life feels just a bit sweeter. I'm sure it also helps that I have seven extra sets of helping hands around to lighten the load that three children can create. Maybe my children have just cast a spell on me. Whatever the reason I've never been more content to be a mom. Or more in love with my three blessings.

This feeling of sweet contentment started to blossom when Claire was about 2 months old. I've been trying to put a finger on just why I am so satisfied with my role lately and while I think there are many contributing factors one thing above all else seems to have made the biggest difference ... I became a mother of three. And in doing so, I am now completely outnumbered, and overwhelmed, and exhausted and somehow more relaxed than I've ever been. I am enjoying my children to the fullest. Henry seems more charming and clever. Adam more witty and full of life. And Claire is just precious. If this feeling continues we just might end up with all the kids (5!!) Matt has always wanted. Maybe. Or maybe that's just the thin Tahoe mountain air talking.

All Our Thanks

We are officially moved into the new house and I would like to take a few minutes to recognize all that helped us accomplish this goal.

A bottle of Windex.

(hours of entertainment for Adam)

A box of Lego's.

(one of the last toys left in the house)

My (always available) babysitter "Thomas the Train."

A 2 year old boy who isn't opposed to falling asleep on the floor.

A baby girl who started taking 3 hour naps.

And last but not least, THANK YOU to all the good folks at Dreyer's. I would not have made it through the last week without you.

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Truly the biggest thanks goes to our friends and family. My mom was grandma on call all week and even took the boys for a night. THANK YOU! Matt's best friend Mack flew up for a week and did a bit of everything: wood flooring, fence building, babysitting, and cooking. Matt worked LONG hours (day and night) and still kept his cool at home while his wife had one emotional breakdown after another. My sisters entertained the boys with rodeos and sleepovers and my dear Chico friends Mea and Becca willingly took the kids so I could have moments of child free packing. Thanks to all of you our roots are now firmly planted in good 'ol Chico.