Our biggest and happiest moment of the past two weeks? Moving Mawmaw! We looked like something I tell ya. Not pictured is the truck in front of us. We had everything moved in just a few hours and I know Ms. Steph was glad to have that hurdle over with.
We celebrated a birthday – and believe it or not, it wasn’t any of these kids’. Ms. Sam is a dear friend and I’m happy to call her that. She’s a fantastic human and you are better off if you know her than if you don’t. I feel like most people would say the same thing about her. My kids love going to Ms.Sam’s house and she’s also my boss. I work at her school. She’s got a big heart for the kids she teaches.
Wes and I thought about it and decided to change the church background. We love it. It’s cut paper, believe it or not. It turned out really good. We’ve added a verse on the green paper since this was snapped.
The other day I got emotional because I looked at my Judahs sweet little face and saw a bunch of new freckles. I was thinking, “Where’d these come from? How’d I miss them?” I’ve got freckles and so I figured he’d have some since he burns like I do. (Yes… our blond daughter got the perfectly tanning skin… because we need another reason to shoot teenage boys in a few years…)
But then, I gave him a bath… And most of his “new freckles” had disappeared. HA HA!
What a dirty little nose it was!
I’ve been running still. I’m trying to run 5 days a week but I’m only hitting about 4 of those. I’m doing other stuff too, like slacklining. It’s still fun. Yes, that’s a Lisa Frank shirt. Thank you, Christy, for knowing me well.
And my longest run to date. Whew. I’m tired just looking at my map.
And this joker.
I just don’t know. Some days I want to hold him all day and some days I wanna see what the bids would get to on eBay for him. (No, I’m not gonna sell him. Although I do threaten that pretty often.)
He’s 4, almost 5, and he is literally going 100 mph or asleep. And in the process of going 100mph hes’ tracking dirt and mud and bringing caterpillars and frogs and lizards in my house, and getting dirt on everything, and saying poop and booty more than I can count in a day. He’s exhausting. And wonderful.
I’ve grabbed him to hug him on many instances and then quickly put him back at arms length because… Well, have you smelled a 4 year old that’s been playing outside? It ain’t great.
Then we went to see Beauty and the Beast. SPOILER (sorta.. I’m figuring if you’re reading my blog you’ve seen the cartoon version) When Ms. Pots and Chip turn back into humans, she grabs him and hugs him and says, “Oh you SMELL so GOOD!”
He smelled like a little boy. I’m trying to enjoy his smells. Most of the time I hug him after his baths.
We put some eggs in an incubator. We candled them around day 14.
I say, there is something growing in that egg!
We had to go to a funeral and Lucy and Judah were both dressed up so of course I made them take a picture.
Cheetos in hand.
And Wes and I had played with the idea of adding cabinets to our kitchen. Instead, a piece of furniture that Ms. Steph didn’t want or use she gave to us, so we primed, painted and stuck that baby in there. And I love it!
The top while it was drying.
My hot hubs working to finish it. Man, I’m glad I’ve got a man who can literally do it all.
We’ve already got it loaded down and it looks perfect.
Then Daddy and Judah went down to Louisiana to help Papa J with his car. I asked Judah to smile for a picture so I wouldn’t miss him. And this is the face he gave me.
Lucy and I took the day and had some one on one girl time at UpDown!
We jumped until we could jump no more.
Then we facetimed with the brother. They missed each other more than they will EVER admit to.
Not all made it, and not all hatched, but we did have 4 that survived. We’re going to try again and see if we can get a better outcome.
And finally, a bit of real life.
I feel like I live with a tiny college art-major.
When I was in college, our art rooms were always… cluttered. There’s just so much stuff that goes with creating. You need it all within arms reach when you are working on a project. And Lucy is my little creator.
She’s constantly making, or building, or drawing, or writing. I love it, I truly do, but the mess that goes with it? Not so much.
This is AFTER she’s cleaned. Shards of cardboard, hot glue gun strings, chalk fragments.
She’s working on a project, and she’s working hard. I don’t want to stop her though, because she’s six and she’s sculpting. SCULPTING. She loves working with new mediums (she LOVES clay and Sculpey) but the fact she saw that she could make a car out of a cardboard box? Go for it girl. I guess I don’t know many 6 year olds who see a box and go beyond imagining it to be a car.
I’ll post her finished product when she’s done. All I’ve don to help her is run the glue gun. And I only glued like 2 flaps. She grabbed it and went to town (after many stern warnings of her being burned.) She wanted to do it. So… I live in the wake of creativity. And creativity is messy.
We’ve started a new garden spot. Look at how dark that dirt is! That’s where I used to pour out the chicken coop leftovers! GOOD fertilizer. It literally looks like we went and bought several bags of potting soil and dumped them out.
And the guy in the picture isn’t so bad either. I’ll be honest, I don’t really pay attention to the dirt in this picture. 😉
Alrighty – you are caught up. We’ve been busy! Now back to getting stuff done!