what we're dancing to over here...

what we're dancing to over here...

on repeat

grateful.

1/ being reminded just this morning that it's a long weekend 2/ having a husband who upon arriving home collects up the girls & takes them out to pick up cupcakes, vids and earls take out 3/ dancing to this song over and over again 4/ a king size bed 5/ forgiveness

#truth

We are in the throes of teething over here. It ain't none too pretty is all I'll say. Our nerves are shot. We're tired. Cranky. Coffee is my drug of choice. As is Food Network in the wee hours. Thankfully le boy is ca-ute. He's starting the "dadadadada" chant which is adorably sweet. He's 'scooching' across the floor on his belly. And he sits... surrounded by pillows. Big milestones. Huge in fact. Most days we agree we'll keep him.

Sidenote: Yesterday I got him all the way into Save On before I noticed the sticker attached to his forehead. #sistershenanigans

listenin' & lovin'

This song. You can find me hummin' it at all hours.

3:41am

"How many lies have I told him? I and the world both. I have repented now. I no longer tell him that he can't touch the moon from my shoulders. I tell him to stretch, and I offer to run and jump. There may be a dragon in the mulberries. I make sure to check. And I look for fish under the couch." - Nate Wilson

grateful.

 

1/ a pair of sorel booters from my generous hubs 2/ a good dose of sunshine & snow 3/ the crazy magic that is cousins 4/ witnessing my fearless littles try new things 5/ good hard laughter

So blessed.

church

Some mornings we'll take it in whatever capacity we can get it. 

i don't wanna forget...

Ever, in the first few months of Pops' life, regularly shouting to Brad and I, 

"He ikes me! He eally ikes me!". 

And we'd laugh and (of course) always reply, 

"Of course he does honey. Of course he does.".

Sidenote: This photo is old. Seven weeks old in fact. Where does the time go? I have tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat just thinkin' about it.

ok.

So I realize this space has been sorely neglected. A person could blame it on a number of things; a little somethin' somethin' called Instagram, le third child, time and energy... a good lack thereof. 

But here's the thing... I love it here. I always have & I hope I always will. There are a lot of really special people (outside the world of Instagram) that check in on this little blog of mine. There is also my girls. My girls love nothing more than to pull up the blog on the iPad. They giggle and squeal at their photos. They ask me to read what is written. They play the music and they dance. They dance like you wouldn't believe. And with that in mind I really do hope to do whatever it takes to keep on posting here this year. 

Let's just take it one day at a time ok?

This would be us today between the witchy hours of 3pm and whenever B got home. Sometimes it's good to let the crazies out. Mama included.

this one's for our doula

The latch determines everything. : ) 

amen.

"Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place, not for another hour, but this hour."  -Walt Whitman

what we're dancing to over here...

Goodness these boys can put it out. 

Just buy the dang album. : )

she calls him "boy".

It may be one of my most favorite things.

just a little hump day love is all

for the record

This is Vida Blue's soccer camp. B turned his head for a split second tonight & Meatball had somehow found her way into the team cheer. She kills us this kid. : )

my loves.

it was one of THOSE days...

Happy long weekend everyone!

: )

18 kid soccer camp; 2 girls; 1 sportin' a pink flower headband.

On the sidelines; mid-snack; stretchin' it out.