Showing posts from November, 2015

Here we are

We went to the Nutcracker yesterday. Husband has been on call all weekend and I was not going to miss the opportunity I was so excited about-- taking my two daughters to see the Sugar Plum Fairy. Two kids, one baby, one baby carrier, 355 goldfish, diapers, Capri Suns, and nerves of steel-- I was ready.

I left hot, lighter without the goldfish, bottles, Capri Suns, and nerves of steel.

It was precious to watch Bennie. She was ready to bounce off the walls until the lights dimmed. The music started, the curtain swept up, and she gasped in awe. For the entire first act, she sat.

She Freaking Sat. Still.
Sat still for an hour.

Her little chin sat on her hands, which were all perfectly resting on the rail of the box seats, the brass rail keeping her forehead cool and kept her from tipping over the edge. Fuzzy wasn't my star student yesterday, but I could not blame him. I kept him fed until he fell into a milk induced coma. As I held Bennie on my lap, Birdie looked over at me and said, …

good thoughts

Today I was driving down the street and at a fork in the road, I noticed a house I had never really paid attention to. It's a great location for a business-- terrible for a house, right at the fork of busy and busier with no real neighbors on either side, except traffic and businesses.

The family had hung a French flag from their flagpole.

It took my breath away.

People are only as good as you expect them to be and I will forever be expecting people to be amazing. Because they are.

Viva la France!

Viva la Love!

Viva la Life!

A Day in the Life... Friday...

Y'all. The mornings start early. 
Earlier than I like.
It's Friday. Husband was on call the night before and won't be home for another 12 hours. I often wonder how 12 hours can be so busy and accomplish so little in my world and yet, so much in my children's world.
The alarm goes off...

And I check the weather...

When Husband is on call, I end up with a little bedmate. I say it annoys me, but I secretly love it. Don't get me wrong-- I love it when I get my big bed all to myself, but to have this little one next to me... it's sweet.

While I am trying to gently nudge Birdie out of her slumber, Bennie has been up, grabbed her tooth brush and ready to start her day.

I am hoping for a good morning. I am always hoping for a good morning. But, this morning- probably because I have my camera with me, I am extra aware of my attitude, and my patience is thicker than normal. I have this.
Stepping over Bennie, I go to the kitchen to get Fuzzy his bottle. Birdie starts on …