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.
He had a rough night. Stitches and a stomach bug…not a good combo…
This was my house. Every day last week starting Wednesday, give or take laundry baskets of stuff to fold.
Sitting in the sick chair. Playing with the leap pad. Watching cartoons.
This was a pic of me turning 29 (and I guess this is what turning 29 really looks like with 5 kids). Exhausted. Dirty. Holding a sweet, sick babe.
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*”Breaking the new house in” literally means breaking stuff.
Today Garrison (the 2 year old) shattered our glass on our fireplace. How? Did he throw a ball at it? Did his older brother body check him into it? Nope. He squirted it with a spray bottle full of carpet cleaner. Bam! It shattered. Story of my life. Good thing my kids mean more to me than a fireplace. You can see a photo of the damage on Instagram – karleehufford.
Today I forgot to eat breakfast and when I remembered it was almost lunch time. I knocked my passenger mirror off my car when backing out of the garage and taped it back together with packing tape. We were late to getting Eden to school. I spent one and a half hours trying to get kids to nap this afternoon and was very unsuccessful. I took all five kids to Target to get Valentines for Eden’s class and we didn’t get them finished until 30 minutes ago (they are due tomorrow). While at Target one of my children stole a Cadbury Egg (we finished the first step of discipline – time out and apology, next step go back to the store and apologize to the cashier/manager and pay for the egg). Ella decided her hair was a little on the dry side and rubbed eczema lotion all in it. My kitchen smelled like an onion for the majority of the day. On the plus side, I didn’t utter a single swear during any of it (not that I really do swear but sometimes a swear every now and then comes to mind).
Sometimes being a mom is utterly tiring, confusing, frustrating, but so totally worth all the chaos.
Man alive people! The month of January was a doozy!!! I swear we were in a season of respiratory illness (influenza, bronchitis, colds, and ear infections) starting right before Christmas. I have kind of been in a fog from checking temps to doctors visits to diffusing oils (if you use essential oils, I found that Breathe Again worked well for chest coughs as well as diffusing RC or Raven and then diffusing Thieves for the non-sick children to boost their immunity). The two littlest were hit the hardest and the rest were just hacking little people who sounded like I have been letting them smoke some cigs. So here is my PSA – Keep your sickness at home peeps! Do not take your kids out into public places if they are not 24 hours past an illness! Please!!! Or I am going to start collecting addresses and sending you my bills.
Anyway, today I got a pre-cavity filled. I made it almost 29 years without a single one, so this tooth decay thing makes me think about getting old and needing dentures. Although my husband assures me that he would get me top of the line implants (this is equivalent to him getting me a giant diamond for our 30th anniversary…that is if my teeth don’t fall out before then). So I am sitting here typing this while simultaneously telling my kids to pick up the basement while I slur my words and try to keep myself from drooling or biting my check. Another PSA – Brush, brush, brush and floss, floss, floss. And of course go to the dentist!
So to brighten your Friday (and mine), here are some crappy photos and a good reminder of why I should never be responsible for capturing important moments in our lives:-)
Garrison doing his workout. He likes to mimic Shaun T and take his shirt off so he can show off his 6 pack.
Not sure why this was on my phone but it was.
Eden had her first school performance and we were all excited!!!
Like I said we were all excited and blurry.
This is my attempt of getting a shot of Eden. If you look hard enough you might see the back of her head. By the time I got my phone out she was done with her speaking part and exiting stage center.
What happens at Grandma’s house, stays at Grandma’s house…unless your dad is there to rescue you…and your mom is there to capture the moment.
Cooper tried to fit through the railing.
Apparently his body can fit but his head cannot and Garrison just likes to watch the train as it is wrecking.
Garrison: “Dude, you are in trouble!”
Garrison: “Haha. Glad it’s not me.”
Garrison: “Darn. Dad got him out.”
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*You’ve gone on a trip and had to pee but held it until you thought your bladder would burst just so you didn’t have to stop and get the kids out of the car.
We made a quick trip to see my BFF about 2 hours away. I had to pee so bad on the way home but I had four (yes, FOUR) sleeping tots in the back and I wasn’t going to stop the car and wake them up just to use the Lou. Needless to say I about peed myself when I got home but it was worth it.