When Paula and Jenon came to visit us, they brought a large sack of home grown oranges. The boys were super excited about the idea of making homemade orange juice.
They were surprised how little was yielded after so much work. They were also surprised by the pulp. Although they weren’t really excited about the finished product, the project was full of wonder and giggles.
I am realizing that MUCH of the joy in childhood is the journey, not the destination. As a person who loves FINISHING and being PRODUCTIVE…this is a hard, but welcome, lesson. I am learning how to enjoy and wonder a lot more along the path of life. 😉
Just loving the swings recently…
Daniel has this habit of taking a picture of the kids on the cart when he goes shopping with them. I don’t know if it is every time? All I know is that I see these cart pictures appear on the computer.
At first I thought it was strange, but now I feel like it is such a fun capture. In fact now it chokes me up a bit and warms my heart every time I see one appear. It shows the passage of time…how they grow and change, and also how their dynamic together is always changing. It also shows how often my husband takes the kids shopping to serve me. No, this does not overwhelm him. I would much rather have the 3 kids at home, he would rather have them all 3 out and about. (But yes, I do recognize it is such a gift that he is willing to take them out AND do errands for me! LOVE MY MAN.)
Here is the first cart picture of 2016.
Dayla has started her first collection. I remember wanting to collect things as a kid….and since up to this point in her life she hasn’t been obsessed with anything….I will confess that it is fun to let it run a bit wild.
She got her first “beanie boo” a few years ago from her Aunt Alex. (Pictured above) She immediately fell in love with the big eyes.
It wasn’t until her birthday this last August that she really started to ask for them, earn them, and collect them. I love seeing her motivated and enjoying something so much! (She put them all together on the couch and took this next picture all by herself!)
The other day Dayla left a beanie boo by accident in August’s crib. When I went into his room to get something, I saw that he had totally taken it upon himself to snuggle that little stuffed animal. First time I have ever seen him do that! *love it*
So with all the beanie boo love, talk, and collecting going on…Daniel and I decided it might be time for an extra shelf in her room. He took it upon himself to make the perfect little shelf for her…and she organized it just the way she likes.
I love it! Isn’t that perfect?!
So that is just a little piece of our lives and a little piece of our Dayla at 8 years old. 😉
Our happy guy heard the news that he is almost two years old…and so he found his pout-y face this last week. Tantrums too. Ah….two. Glad you last only a year.
This guy loves the swings. I love his laugh… and his hair….and him….so much.
Today at church in Sunday school class they talked about how God makes each of us unique and that we are precious in His sight….and followed that up with the conversation of what they are each good at. This was Sebastian’s art work.
It reads: “Good at coloring, good at jumping, a good friend, good at laughing, good at loving God!, good at running, good at playing “Go Fish”, and good at playing games.”
If you ask me, it is perfectly accurate.
The kids love visiting the new office.
It is pretty great. We have free cookies.
I had the gift of slipping away to a retreat this last weekend. I love getting spiritually fed, talking about God for hours and hours on end, and being with girlfriends. What I love more than all that though is that Daniel makes amazing memories with our kids when I am gone.
I love it! A total dad’s weekend….and completely perfect.
I am growing micro greens indoors. Sebastian says he likes them as long as he can dip them in brown sugar.
To be honest, he covered the mirco green in brown sugar, put it in his mouth, and then spit it into the trash can. He asked me if he could just eat the bowl of brown sugar. I let him.