Monday, February 23, 2015
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Sunday, February 22, 2015
B - It's all coming down to this last week - finish flight school strong, Sweetheart!
J - You make friends wherever you go, sweet boy. It's been fun to see you become so outgoing, especially this week with so many friends coming over, going to friends' homes, and going to the beach.
W - I love to see your sense of humor come out. You make me laugh all the time and your sweet grin is infectious!
A - You are fearless. And determined as all get out. And spunky. You keep us all on our toes. And we love you.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
.a clean heart.
Other posts in this Lent season
Sunday, February 15, 2015
B - The orchids are beautiful. Thank you for being such a wonderful example to our boys of how to treat a girl on Valentine's Day (or the day after)
J - You are such a good big brother; I love overhearing you tal to your siblings
W - I'm sorry your teeth have been hurting you this week, but I am so grateful for your silly sense of humor
A - You're growing up so quickly! Trying to stand, and picking out your own clothes at the store, and chasing your brothers around the house; just slow down!
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
Do you write letters? Do you send handwritten mail on a regular basis?
Although I don't often write out long letters, though I should, I love to send mail through the postal service.
I try to send out at least a photo card for most occasions: Easter, Thanksgiving, those sorts of days.
To me, it is one of the best ways to let those I love know I am thinking about them. I don't get to see my extended family often, so mail is my way of saying "hi".
This year, J and W were able to help me make handmade valentines. Nothing fancy, just hearts cut out of card stock (freehand style), some stickers, and crayons. This task-oriented perfectionist is learning that life is not a production. It is messy, silly, and almost never perfect. But it is wonderful. It is personal. It is An experience meant to be cherished.
I love seeing the difference in my boys' approach to art. The way they tackle a task is as different as their personalities. I have one boy who is a methodical, detailed thinker (what is Grandma's favorite color for her valentine?) and one big picture boy (why not fill the whole page with color and stickers?). It is so fun to watch.
So this year, instead of sending that perfect family picture (that we all know is never going to happen), we are going to be sending out kid-made, handmade cards. I'll probably still include a photo in the ones to grandparents, and great grandparents, because, you know, grandparents love a good photo (and a good laugh at a bad photo).
Life is a bit messy, thank goodness. Now it's time for me to embrace that!
PS - my boys do have clothes, they just prefer not to wear them...and I don't always prefer to fight that battle.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
I know it's been awhile since I've done my family sunday, but now is the time to start getting back into the habit of sharing something sweet from the past week with each family member.
B - It has been such a treat to have you home for dinner this week - we love spending time with you.
J -This has been a big week for you in the potty training department, and I am so proud of you! Keep working at it, kiddo!
W - My little boy, you have been so generous with your sweet hugs this week. Thank you.
A - You are such a character, sweet pea...you are discovering the independence of crawling, and chasing after your brothers.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Sometimes it's good advice, even great advice: like the elderly gentleman who told me about having your sick kiddos blow up balloons to help drain their ears.
Sometimes it's unnecessary advice: like the lady who screamed across Target to let me know my son was about to stick the closed bottle of hand sanitizer in his mouth. Um, he's almost 3, if it tastes bad, he'll take it out. And the lid is closed! If not, well, that makes up for putting his mouth on the cart ten minutes ago.
But the piece of advice I get the most often, and at least once every out-of-the-home experience is: don't blink. It goes by too fast.
I usually smile and nod. And pray that time goes by fast through this meltdown. Pray that time fast forwards to me not having to change fifteen diapers a day.
But in my heart, I believe them. I know my babies are growing up fast. I know that if I blink they'll all be in school and these moments will be gone. There are moments that are hard, but there are so many more moments that are too sweet.
Over my blogging break, I had to let go of my wonderful work-from-home job so I could spend the most time possible with my kids. This is my first week in a long time of no other obligations but them. I know they won't always want me around every single minute of the day, so for now, I will be.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Courage, dear heart.
I am not a brave person.
On my journey of being an active duty military family, a mama to three sweet kiddos close in age, and far away from home, being brave is important. Living with fear and self-pity is miserable.
So this is my year to be brave.
To embrace my life where it is and thrive. To cherish the moments I have with my children, before the moments are gone. To invest my time in friendships, not tasks. To be a witness to others' lives.
Being brave does not come naturally to me. It's hard. It's frightening. But it will be worth it.
2 Timothy 1:7
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Yeah, I know...I KNOW...but I'm back, for realsies.
I am...not...the most athletic person. I don't like to play sports, watch sports, go to games, or talk about sports.
And then came the Seahawks. Now, I would have told you ten years ago I was a Seahawks fan, and I would have told you twenty years ago I was a Seahawks fan. I'm from Seattle. The Pacific Northwest is my home.
And back home, being a 12 is a huge part of the culture...especially over the past couple years.
As I have been working on me and being me, I have discovered that I am a huge Seahawks fan and a passionate 12.
Outside of the Northwest, the Seahawks aren't a very popular team. Walking around with my jersey on makes me stand out. It makes me...unique. It represents a piece of home. It allows me to share who I am and where I'm from, and feel like I have a connection with everyone else back home. And it's just so darn fun.