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Making It

After my last post, I am overwhelmed by your encouragement, support, hugs (both physical and virtual), and simply by the sheer amount of folks who actually do read this random little blog.  Thank you all for caring about these words and these ramblings.

I’m doing better.  Nothing to do now but bumble on through to the end and try to keep my sanity intact.  I hope you all are praying for my husband as well!

Today I wanted to link up with Rachel not because I want to make a list or add to my one thousand gifts journal.

Today I just want to savor some sweet moments amid all the chaos.

Like the fact that I am absolutely enthralled by Amelia.  I can’t remember my big girls at this age.  Those memories are clouded by the strain of two under two, a full-time job, and really bad post-partum depression brought on by my hypothyroidism.  But somewhere along this journey of motherhood third time, I decided to pay a bit more attention.  Suddenly she’s (finally!) stringing words together, such as, “Shoes, ‘kay?”  And those shoes she put on by herself (wrong feet of course).  She’s obsessed with turning lights on and off, Winnie the Pooh, and gives fabulous tea parties.  This week she also informed me when I called her big girl, “NO!  Baby!”  Guess we’ll have to work on that.

Annabelle is my most stubborn child, but she likes rules.  And systems.  And boundaries.  She functions just fine once she knows where the line is.  She just made herself a “stoplight” to help us monitor her behavior at home.  It’s just like what her teacher does in kindergarten because anything Mrs. Fry does is the only way something should be done.  She’s our neat one, too, always coloring perfectly and making her bed.

Then there’s Madelynne.  We figure she’ll grow up and find a job that just pays the bills so that in her spare time she can create pottery or abstract paintings or knit or rescue horses and dogs.  She’s all over the place.  We call her Tigger sometimes because she’s exactly like that.  And thanks to Amelia, we’re all experts on that cast of characters.  Her backpack is stuffed with old papers, pencils, candy wrappers, gloves, hat, scarf, a necklace, and half-eaten snacks.  She can’t ever find anything, will read anything, and sometimes melts all over me.

Sometimes I think we might be a lot alike.

They’re something else these daughters of mine.  I hope this baby boy comes out ready to tango with these sissy monsters.

Oh, and it’s Friday.  Savor that over an icy margarita or a nice glass of wine if that’s your style.  Or you can be like me and plan to eat pizza with a friend while kids twirl around in the background.

Have a great weekend!

friday favorite things | finding joy

favorite things

Seek and You Shall Find

This has been a tough week.  A tough couple of weeks actually.  We’re busy, busy with the community theater production of The Diary of Anne Frank, which keeps me up past my bedtime every night as I try to bring dignity to the role of Edith Frank, Anne’s mother.  It’s a physically and emotionally exhausting show, not to mention, we’ve got some physical and emotional exhaustion going on in our household right now, so we’re swamped.

And I haven’t written in my gratitude journal or blogged or cared about anything for days.

But today I thought I’d try because it’s finally stopped raining and that beautiful warmth of fall sunshine is peeking through and my fingers are rusty and my words are stopped up in my head and heart and throat and need a voice.

Sometimes I don’t think what I do matters.  Especially right now when dinner is a big accomplishment and there’s no pay stub with my name on it.

But it does matter because everyday, I try and try so hard, to bring a bit of joy to my girls.  And I hope, sometimes, it spreads to you.

Dilly bars on beautiful afternoons.  And that grin.  Oh, that grin.

My toothless first grader with her party favors.
She’s so blessed by so many sweet friends.
Their new favorite book, The Interrupting Chicken.
What else are those cones at soccer practice for?
At least she looks like she knows what she’s doing.  I have no idea.  
She found another one.  Amelia really has a thing for hats.
How can anyone not find joy in this face?

Linking up with Rachel.  And these are a few of my favorite things.

friday favorite things | finding joy
favorite things · http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · reflections

these are a few of my favorite things

I’m linking up with Rachel today and doing it early so that if today repeats yesterday’s toughness, I will hopefully be better armoured to deal with it.

friday favorite things | finding joy

Joy is a flame that glimmers only in the palm of the open and humble hand.

~1000 Gifts

This face.  It never fails to crack us up and when her daddy is telling her not to do something and she responds like this, I know we are goners. 
Friends with gardens so my children can indulge in their love of cucumbers and ranch dressing. 
The squealing of my big girls as they pull on rain boots to go with their swimsuits on the day our pool plans got rained out. 
Here’s an unknown fact about my husband.  He plays the cello.  And last night he dusted it off for the first time in 10 years so he can play in the orchestra piece the church choir is planning for Christmas.  He practiced by playing Disney showtunes for his princesses.
Candlelight.  It’s soothing and calming and somehow when I light the candles after the kitchen has been cleaned and the girls are settling in for bedtime I feel like I can breathe a little more and realize that it’s small stuff, all this strife.  And they bring me the candles from the Easter baskets and beg for them to be lit too so they can have a little flame of my light.
What are a few of your favorite things?