Last week was our very first spring break. The weather was perfect and we had tons planned to do! Not only did the kids get to play outside and with friends but I got to hang out with friends (I stayed out until 10pm three nights last week…I was living life on the wild side). Aside from a nasty sinus infection (thanks to adult-onset allergies (I am officially getting old!)), the week was a good one!
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*You have to have a conversation with your son about eating change.
Cooper ate a piece of money. I asked him why. His response: “I wanted a dollar.” Not how that works buddy or I would be eating nickels and dimes all the time.
It’s crappy photo Sunday because it’s not Friday.
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*Last week you tried to at least get out of your pajamas and brush your teeth before the floor guy came and by day five you greeted him wearing pjs and an old t-shirt with coffee breath.
Our house has been in construction mode for over two weeks. I don’t care what people think of me but at the same time I like to look alive and well when strangers enter my house (sweat pants and a washed face suffice). But Bruce has been at our house from dawn until dusk and I frankly could care less what I look like, I am just ready for my dining room table to actually be in the dining room and for our couch to not be right at the top of the stairs.
I have missed sooooooo many Fridays lately. Last week we were all sick and this week we have the craziness of getting new flooring. I managed to take minimal photos but at least you can get a glimpse of what this week has been like.
Last night we went to Eden’s very first conference. It made me feel old. And big. We sat on little chairs at a little table.
We are so very proud of our little girl! In the short time she has been in school she has excelled and is past the point of where she should be when she graduates kindergarten! She is one smart cookie!
Her teacher only had positive things to say about her. She called her their “little ray of sunshine” and when she was gone last week it was definitely felt.
The one thing that stood out to us in the conference was her teacher recalling a time that Eden got bumped or someone hit her and she told the person that it was okay and she forgave them because Jesus died on the cross for our sin and because Jesus forgives she can forgive too. People!!!!!! My daughter unashamedly shared the gospel!
I can’t even tell you how many times we have prayed that she would share Christ at school. We pray that for her and with her. Honestly, sometimes it feels like our prayers and guiding and (hopefully) gentle pressing on her heart for the love of Jesus, isn’t doing squat. Then I pray for God to work in spite of us and our parenting (because we are FAR from perfect). Ultimately it is God and not us anyway, right?
I want my kids to do well in school and be smart and succeed and do big things but I would rather them truly know Christ and the power of His resurrection than any of that. I want my kids to be bold for Christ and to give God the glory for the great things He has done. I want for my kids to follow Jesus to the ends of the Earth. To proclaim His great love. Because that matters more than grades and extra-curricular activities.
Last night I kept thinking, if only I were to be so bold as Eden. I pray that I would be more like my daughter and be unashamed of the gospel and just spell it out and not feel that a “listening ear” or my “actions” are gospel enough because words matter. They really do.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
February was a rough month on us. Real rough. Of course that means our entire family would get the worst stomach bug ever while Garrett was gone to end the month well.
Seriously, it sucked. I remember laying in bed Sunday afternoon telling Garrett (he arrived home on Saturday, just in time for me to take a turn for the worse) that I know how people die from diarrhea. He asked if I thought I was dying. At that moment no but I had debated in the middle of the night whether I should go to the ER because at that time I thought it might never end and I wouldn’t live to tell the tale. It was that bad folks.
But we survived. The house got bleached (every bleach-able surface). Every single thing my kids touched got washed (I am not even lying about that). My hands are cracked and peeling and itching from washing and cleaning. I am finally not exhausted from nursing a baby, cleaning up puke, and taking care of sick, helpless little people (five kids seems like a bajillion kids when they have stuff coming out of both ends…all of them…at the same time).
Time has seemed to go by so stinkin’ fast this month and yet sooooooo stiiiiiiiiinkin’ slooooooow this month and I honestly can’t seem to recall most of the mundaneness of it because it was cray-cray (maybe I will tell you about it).
Anyway, life has returned to us all full-force and we are ready for spring and sunshine and daisies and walks and parks and bikes and our doors always being open.