Saturday, May 28, 2016

5


Last week Josh and I turned 5. 

There is a mix of disbelief, belief, and the lack of energy to celebrate. I think we turned to each other that morning to acknowledge the significance while brushing our teeth, one of us rocking Landon's bassinet with our foot while the other was helping keeping Emerson from destroying the contents of a cabinet. We are so old!

And our lives have certainly changed from those beginning years where it was just us. A season where we had infinite time to devote to one another, even though at the time it didn't seem like we did.  


Josh recently gave some marriage advice and, man, that guy always slams me when he actually speaks up to other people. He said that it's really important to do "it" right in the beginning because that's the easiest and simplest it will be for a couple. "It" being the foundation of your relationship - mostly how you argue, how you make financial decisions, how you respond when hurt, how much you give or take from one another. Once life builds up, the way you treated one another in the beginning years becomes second nature and changing how that goes is not impossible, but takes work. Yes. 

One thing I appreciate about Josh is how he argues. He's so great at it. He's not overcome by emotion (like some people cough cough). He is also selfless, quick to see his part in it, first to apologize if so, insistent that we work it out immediately, gentle in his rebuke. He doesn't shy away from the hard stuff but also doesn't make something more than it is. 

"Be kind to one another, tender hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ, also has forgiven you." Ephesians 4:32

In this season of young children, I am so thankful that one of the foundations Josh made sure to set right was how we argued. 

There is more, much more, but it is very early and my son is done nursing so I'll leave it at that. 

5 years, incredible. 


Thursday, May 12, 2016

5 Little Monkeys

...jumping on the bed, one fell off and pulled down another one, who tripped over the other one, who rolled onto another one, who squished the little one. Is that not how that song goes? 


Emerson had her first sleepover last night with her cousins and I'd say, all in all, it was a success - if you consider late bedtimes, the chaos of dinner and bathtime, early morning risers, middle of the night calls, and next day tired tantrums, a success. Hah. 

But oh the memories we have and the relationships the kids are forging (and the videos we will embarrass them with later in their lives). So worth it! 





Now to see if I can get my two to nap at the same time today.. :p

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A Beautiful Sore Thumb



My mom came over and picked a few weeds from the yard and somehow this was the end result. 

In a sea of toys and clutter, this stands out like a beautiful sore thumb. It's the little things sometimes, isn't it? 

Week half over. ✌🏼️

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Last week Emerson came down with a fever so I text Aimee that night asking her to remind me that I dubbed this week the "Best.Week.Ever". I had a hunch it was going to be tough and, boy, did I underrate it. It may or may not have entailed Josh coming home from work to all three of us crying on the couch. How is that even possible, you ask?  I'll spare you the details of the downward spiral if only to keep you from never wanting children (or more children) again. Cause, truly, they are the best aren't they? Or so I keep reminding myself. :p

BUT we had a truly redeeming weekend. We went to the Santa Barbara Zoo and Emerson got to feed Michael the Giraffe. 

And ride a train for the first time. 


And it seemed Mr. L enjoyed the beautiful day too. 

Today we checked out a church near our home and ran simple errands. But the majority of our time was spent with me playing with our daughter and holding her and kissing her and giving her all the attention in the world and my son getting the same from his dad. 



At my MOPS group this past Wednesday one of my table ladies had a little cry over something that had happened in her house with her daughter. 

It just goes to show that the hardest things you do often give you the greatest reward in return. Yes? Have a wonderful week friends.