I am so thankful I get to stay home with Daisy and Rockwell. There are so many blog posts about motherhood and its highs and lows. Each one that I have read I can usually relate to. Being a mother is one of the most amazing, if not the most, wonderful thing I have ever done. I have felt more annoyance, swallowed more anger, and had to practice the most strict patience as a mother. The emotions that motherhood bring take life to another level. I understand why its part of the plan. It is also one of the most bizarre experiences. I can look at one of these kiddos and feel the most strong surge of pure love and pure annoyance all at the same time. And all I hope for them is that they can feel it someday too! These two make my heart full and I am so grateful for what they have brought into my life. And if you (my children) are ever reading this as teenagers, don't get offended, you'll understand what it is like to live and care for small children someday.
There is just something adorable about a kid in sunglasses.
Diaper wedgie.
My little bean.
They both like me to wrap them up in a towel and carry them downstairs. Little things like that make up my day.
Daisy made a Christmas Tree.
Sometimes when Dad isn't home, we eat popcorn for dinner and watch a movie.
Daisy does morning and evening chores (when we are on top of our game). This particular day she was very pleased with how she made her bed. A picture was requested.
All she wants to do is dance.
Twice a week Daisy goes to preschool, which leaves me a few hours with just Rockwell. I wish I could say I make these hours special for him, but he is usually just my shopping buddy or my cleaning buddy during these hours.
This was just a beautiful day. I love the clouds that fill the sky in the late summer of the desert.
Sometimes I am nice and we go to the park.
Or the furniture store and try out the comfy chairs.
We play games.
And make funny faces.
And most mornings we have cereal or eggs.
We get carried away with markers.
Good thing they aren't permanent.
We take lots of pictures.
And pick our noses.
We make more faces.
And tell stories.
Sometimes kids go on covert missions to the pantry for fruit snacks. He is not as sneaky as he thinks he is.
We make forts and comfy beds.
We get sick sometimes too.
And annoyed when the TV won't work.
We color snowmen.
And hang on Mom all day.
We pull curtains off the wall and give hugs.
We play dress up... with sister's clothes.
We fly kites.
And put the dishes away...
We play with balloons that smear markers all over the house.
And we play. Or squish our little brother.
My days may not seem important to the world, but they are so important to us.
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