Monday, February 23, 2015

Snow Days

I've come to the opinion that winter must have at least one good snow.

Which means that the Louisiana girl in me is leaning more towards Arkansas than she is to her roots. Because Louisiana people get worried if the temps dip into the 40s.

Truthfully though, I've actually been quite grateful that the temps this year have been rather mild. After last winter, I swore up and down that I would never complain about the hot weather again. Being stuck inside for days upon end with young boys is very similar to forms of torture (this is my personal opinion, not based upon experience, other than the stuck inside with boys part).

Last week my boys were granted their winter wish of being able to play in snow. I was grateful that the precipitation fell as snow and not ice, as some were predicting could happen. All three boys were besides themselves with glee. Tyler would repeatedly exclaim "NOOOOO!!!!" as he looked out of the windows. It was so cute. Unfortunately for Ty, we don't have the best set of gloves for his little hands, so he didn't last too long outside the first day. But he still seemed to enjoy himself, and despite his little fingers being frozen like popcicles, threw an epic fit when he came inside and realized his outside fun was over.
(I'm pretty sure this was taken at the point that Tyler decided he'd really like to feel his hands).

The last of the snow melted over this past weekend, and I'm now officially ready for spring and summer. Keeping my fingers and toes crossed that last week's snow was our one and only snow of the season ;)

Friday, February 20, 2015

Just a Boy in his Boots.

Tyler just turned 21 months old this week.
Someone needs to come scoop me off of the floor because between that and him getting a rather horrible hair cut the other day, I'm about done in with emotions.

He's currently obsessed with boots. There is no preference to the type of boot, so long as it is a boot.

I'm currently obsessed with his big toddler belly. Every time I put a shirt on him his belly protrudes so much that the shirt gapes at the bottom. About does me in every time. Tyler now says "belly? Eat it?" because I have been known to chase him around the house chiding him that I'm going to eat his belly :)

This phase of ushering in toddlerhood is not one that is known to be easy. We definitely have our hard days. BUT. It is SO very sweet.
He is constantly asking for hugs and kisses. To play ball, and will do about anything for a laugh (which is a blessing and a curse).

He greets EVERYONE (and I do mean everyone) with a "HIIIII!", and expects a greeting in return.

He is the sweetest thing (when he wants to be)...
...and he loves his boots.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Everyday Moments.

I was washing the dishes today and it occurred to me that it felt like it had been years since I had blogged. As I was pondering why my blogging has taken a back seat over the past several months, I began to realize two things: life with three kids means that it's filled with more kids stuff and less me stuff, and life with three kids means that life is sometimes more ordinary.

Neither of these points of focus are a bad thing. While life with three kids means more kid things, it doesn't mean that our world revolves around them. I truly believe that a family that stays family centric instead of kid centric will win at life. However, it just means that there are more balls to juggle and sometimes the ones that I'd like to continue to keep in the game just have to lay low for a bit (especially in the ever demanding age of 20+ months... Lord help us all get through this phase again!). And life with three kids means that doing things often means laying low around the house.... things that are seemingly mundane but that make my life sweet at the same time.

A few weeks ago I decided to pull out my big camera. Sadly, it's gathered a lot of dust this winter as we've adjusted to the Kindergarten schedule and have become more busy altogether. As I was looking thru old pictures I realized that while I still have pictures of my younger two boys, I have missed capturing some of the everyday moments that I get to sit back and witness while I sip on my coffee in the mornings or while I am catching up on daily folders in the afternoons. To the outside world, these moments don't mean much. But they are moments that I know I will treasure forever: the chubby toddler hand gripping colors to draw a marvelous scribbled drawing, the boys playing together in the playroom, imagining that their action figures are taking over the world, backyard adventures, trampoline bounces.... the list goes on.

So, here are some of the moments. The ones that I will treasure in my momma heart. Because as hard as this season is, I've not yet met an older momma or daddy who tell me that they miss it. They all say it's the best.
(this is often what I get when I ask to take his picture... no one has time to smile for momma when you're the middle child)
unless Momma says poop. ;)
being almost two is SO SO rough, y'all.
babies are alway sweetest during their slumber hours.
life's just hard.

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