Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Sometimes it takes too long

    This morning Brooklynne came into my room and immediately crawled into my bed while I got ready.  Usually, in the morning she wakes up ready to go but today was different.  After coaxing her into the living room she said that she was so tired and she didn't feel like going to school today.  Brooklynne loves school and adores her teacher so I thought something must really be wrong if she didn't want to go and agreed that she could stay home.
      I got the twins up and prepared breakfast and she seemed to wake up and act like herself again.  It was a nice warm morning so we decided to walk to the park for fresh air.  On our walk while Brooklynne rode her bike I decided to ask "why didn't you want to go to school today?"  To which she replied "sometimes it just takes too long."  Well there you have it sometimes three hours for preschool is just too long and mom is a sucker ;).




Hello Again

         Well, here I am again.  This morning rain is pouring down from the dark gray sky and it is quiet.  The boys are off playing in their room together and Brooklynne is at preschool.  I was sitting and doing some work on the computer and I felt compelled to come to this space so, here I am.  I love looking back at old posts and seeing the pictures included in our activities.  That is something that my journals can't accomplish for me; the pictures.  Seeing Brooklynne's little hands helping me cook or the mischievous look in Josiah's eyes or Grayson's perfect little smirk.  I come back to this space because it puts my thoughts and those precious images together.  So here I am again.
          In the time since I was last at this space I became a year older, 30.  I must say that I have truly enjoyed this new age, even though I may have went into it begrudgingly.  Over the past couple of years I feel as if I have been introduced to myself and the best part is I kind of love who I met.  I gained a sense of who I am and I am proud of that person and make no apologies for that.  Most importantly, I feel this deeper intimacy with Father God.  I went from trying to do things on my own (and failing) to now not wanting to take a step without Him.  Oh, how I still fail so often but oh how His grace is so sweet.  I could write about His unfailing love for days on end.  I could give testimony after testimony of how He has moved in our lives these past few years.  I could on and on about times in worship and tasting His sweet presence.  And the thing that I always come back to is "He loves me."  Little ole me.  He loved me when I was full of fear and could not find joy.  He loved me when I tried to perform for Him when He only wanted a connection with me.  Unconditionally He has loved me and He loves me.  Friend, there is nothing like His love, nothing comes close.
            In the time since I have been in this space we have also moved into a new home.  A house that is right where we wanted to be.  I am so happy here, but we didn't get into this place without learning some hard lessons on obedience and knowing who our Provider really is.  I am so thankful for a Father who guides us and corrects us when we need it.  Sometimes that correction doesn't always feel good, but it is so needed.
            The kids and I fallen into such a routine since being closer to Brooklynne's school and our church as well as our family.  I feel like I have really been finding my footing as a stay at home mom and it may have taken me two years to say that but that's okay.  I still find myself struggling with maintaining relationships because I can become so introverted at times, it is something that I work on daily.  It isn't always the easiest thing for me to text someone or give someone a call because my mind begins to overthink it all; better save all that for another day haha.
           I have also become involved in the children's ministry at our church.  God began to speak to me about children a couple of years ago but i didn't know what to do with the information he was giving me.  I actually got frustrated because I just didn't feel like I was in a season or position to do anything about children's ministry.  But God's grace is so good and He gently pointed out that I don't need to be qualified to be used by Him.  So I jumped in and it has been quite the ride.  I have been overwhelmed; but I learned to pray and to not try to control everything.  I have been so excited and proud of the kids and I learned to praise Him for every little thing.  I have been so lost and I learned to ask the body for help because I can't do it all on my own.  So I have been very stretched but I feel like I have learned so much too.
          Unintentionally, this turned into a catchup post; that's okay though.  We have been busy but so happy and we have some big things coming up soon.  Can't wait to share!

First Haircuts

       About a month ago the boys had their first haircuts.  I was very nervous anticipating this time but more about how they would react to someone they didn't know touching them rather than how they would look afterwards.  I tried to go in with a plan; I thought it would be best to put my quiet, laid back Grayson in first.  He tends to be much more easy going and if he gets too upset then he just sticks his thumb in his mouth... usually.  That was not the case this day.
         From the time he sat down in the adorable red car he was over it and this only intensified as the stylist began to comb and trim his locks.  However, she was just so kind and patient with him and really took her time to ensure that she was doing a great job while she continually handed him lollipops.  

       He ended up with such a cute big boy hairstyle that is much easier to manage and happens to make him look so much older.
        By the time we were done with Grayson I was completely stressed and overwhelmed knowing that Josiah was next.  I felt for the stylist as well as everyone else trying to get their haircut.  I tried to leave and come back another day but the wonderful stylist insisted that we do it then so I agreed.  I was completely shocked that Josiah just seemed to enjoy it.  Even after watching his brother sit there and scream like he was being tortured he was perfectly fine.  

      Along with the boys having opposite color hair, the texture is also quite different and Josiah's seems to have a bit of a wave to it.  We decided to keep his a bit on the shaggier side and it suits him perfectly.

         He walked out of the barber shop like he owned the place.  These boys keep me on my toes that is for sure!  Just when I think I have it figured out they do the opposite of what I would think they would and I kind of love that.  
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