Saturday, May 29, 2010
Testing out our new camera's video...
Here is our darling Adelaide singing about me. (I woke up to this cute video.) My favorite part is when she eats her feet...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
home?
We have just returned from a dream like trip to San Diego. The sun shone, the cousins played non-stop, Eliza was baptized, the babies followed each other around the house and I soaked up all the love I could get in from my parents and sister. It was wonderful, just wonderful.
I have hundreds of pictures to sort through, some unpacking to do and lots of praying that my kids will be able to get back into the Eastern time zone. My mom spent the afternoon cleaning up after the storm of grandkids, dumping out half empty cans of orange crush and finding binkies stuffed in odd places. It's back to the task at hand for all of us. My mom has a mission to run, Emily has kids to raise and a husband to support as he attends school and works full time. And me, I have a major life change to figure out.
This time of job searching and future deciding has been hard on us. I, however, came away from this trip with a renewed sense of purpose and vision for these next couple of months. I just need to put my head down and focus on my kids, connecting with them and pointing out the Lord's hand in guiding us through these next months. That's it. It's simple. I don't need to stress, nag, or worry. I can just trust. All there is to do is embrace this idea, come what may and love it. I think that I might just be learning that the Lord is in charge and thank heavens because His plans are so much better than mine.
I have hundreds of pictures to sort through, some unpacking to do and lots of praying that my kids will be able to get back into the Eastern time zone. My mom spent the afternoon cleaning up after the storm of grandkids, dumping out half empty cans of orange crush and finding binkies stuffed in odd places. It's back to the task at hand for all of us. My mom has a mission to run, Emily has kids to raise and a husband to support as he attends school and works full time. And me, I have a major life change to figure out.
This time of job searching and future deciding has been hard on us. I, however, came away from this trip with a renewed sense of purpose and vision for these next couple of months. I just need to put my head down and focus on my kids, connecting with them and pointing out the Lord's hand in guiding us through these next months. That's it. It's simple. I don't need to stress, nag, or worry. I can just trust. All there is to do is embrace this idea, come what may and love it. I think that I might just be learning that the Lord is in charge and thank heavens because His plans are so much better than mine.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Phenomenal Mother
How did that silly poem I modified go?
When I walk out the door, people crowd around me saying,
"What is your secret to motherhood?"
"I only do what every mother should.
It's in the kindness of my voice,
the tenderness of my touch
that makes my children love me so much."
"What is your secret to motherhood?"
"I only do what every mother should.
It's in the kindness of my voice,
the tenderness of my touch
that makes my children love me so much."
Here's to the mother who still bears the scar I gave her coming into this world.
To the mother who managed not to kill me, the most stubborn toddler of all time, before I turned four.
To the mother who let me "arrange" the shoes in her closet in creative ways.
To the mother stayed up with me past midnight helping me finish a Revolutionary War packet that I procrastinated.
To the mother who knows just how to make my sweet potatoes.
To the mother who I could always find in the backyard garden.
To the mother who did all my laundry even when I was well into high school.
To the mother who would follow me around the house reading out of poetry books.
To the mother who giggled with me in the middle of the night because I somehow fell into the wall climbing into bed.
To the mother who picked me up from school when I was devastated that I didn't make the play.
To the mother who dealt with (and even seemed to like) all the teenage boys that I paraded into the house.
To the mother who could somehow get things to grow when no one else could.
To the mother who knew that I would end up with my husband even before I did.
To the mother who let my husband and I live in her basement and eat all her food when we fled from our first apartment.
To the mother who comforted me, crazy, pregnant me, when someone ate my leftover Chinese food.
To the mother who obsessively compulsively wiped counters while I was laboring and then stayed up all night with me while I had my first child.
To the mother who took said child when I didn't think I could do it.
To the mother who always knows how to spice food.
To the mother who takes my daughter in the morning so I can sleep in when I'm staying at her house.
To the mother who I can always call about random medical questions, and she somehow always knows the answers.
To the mother who got her degree after we were all grown because she wanted to be a teacher.
To the mother who knows all things grammar, and will edit papers on demand.
To the mother who mothers those who need mothers.
To the mother who never gives up on her children.
To the mother who loves us all unconditionally.
To the mother who managed not to kill me, the most stubborn toddler of all time, before I turned four.
To the mother who let me "arrange" the shoes in her closet in creative ways.
To the mother stayed up with me past midnight helping me finish a Revolutionary War packet that I procrastinated.
To the mother who knows just how to make my sweet potatoes.
To the mother who I could always find in the backyard garden.
To the mother who did all my laundry even when I was well into high school.
To the mother who would follow me around the house reading out of poetry books.
To the mother who giggled with me in the middle of the night because I somehow fell into the wall climbing into bed.
To the mother who picked me up from school when I was devastated that I didn't make the play.
To the mother who dealt with (and even seemed to like) all the teenage boys that I paraded into the house.
To the mother who could somehow get things to grow when no one else could.
To the mother who knew that I would end up with my husband even before I did.
To the mother who let my husband and I live in her basement and eat all her food when we fled from our first apartment.
To the mother who comforted me, crazy, pregnant me, when someone ate my leftover Chinese food.
To the mother who obsessively compulsively wiped counters while I was laboring and then stayed up all night with me while I had my first child.
To the mother who took said child when I didn't think I could do it.
To the mother who always knows how to spice food.
To the mother who takes my daughter in the morning so I can sleep in when I'm staying at her house.
To the mother who I can always call about random medical questions, and she somehow always knows the answers.
To the mother who got her degree after we were all grown because she wanted to be a teacher.
To the mother who knows all things grammar, and will edit papers on demand.
To the mother who mothers those who need mothers.
To the mother who never gives up on her children.
To the mother who loves us all unconditionally.
I am a mother, phenomenally.
Phenomenal mother- that's me.
Love you, Mommy.
Ashley
Phenomenal mother- that's me.
Love you, Mommy.
Ashley
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