Apologies if yours doesn’t and this makes you feel bad. But sometimes, a mommy just HAS to brag it up.
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You are four today. Four years and I still haven’t got you figured out. At all. You’re way too young to be so engimatic.
On the one hand, you have a cherubic look about you with your pink tinged cheeks, shiny blonde hair, and big blue eyes. You have those rosebud lips and a certain grace to you as you flit about from place to place. Even when you’re walking you look as if you’re dancing,[...]
We spent the weekend switching our upstairs bedroom with the girls’ downstairs one. It was sweaty, grueling work and I think my accident-prone self has wracked up more bruises and scratches in the past two days than the past two months combined.
Oh but it was fun. (Pictures Forthcoming)
There’s a sort of natural high that comes with change. It’s exhilarating and unpredictable and even more exhilarating BECAUSE it’s unpredictable. Then afterwards there’s this shivery sort[...]
I’m the sort of mum that other mothers envy/hate. This may, at first glance, seem like an exaggeration, but having heard multiple declarations of “I hate you” and “You are SO lucky”, I’m thinking that’s a pretty accurate statement.
None of the happy happenstances in my life earns me as much envy and hatred as the fact that my children go to sleep easily and nearly immediately. We have a pretty formulaic bedtime routine, and the girls have both[...]
Becca: I love you Mommy!
Me: I love you bigger!
Becca: I love you best!
Me: I love you more than chocolate!
Becca: Wow! That’s a lot! Well…I love you more than syrup!
Me: (trying not to laugh) That’s a lot!
Becca: It sure is!
Sweet morning moments . . . ah the joys of not dozing in bed in a semi-stupor instead of getting up with the kids . . .
Now I’m not saying that I couldn’t handle having ugly kids. Heck, at one point in time I was one, so there’d be a certain poetic justice to it. Still, when I look at my daughters I can’t help beaming just the weest little bit. They’re gorgeous, after all. And while I know that God had more of a hand in their creation than I did, sometimes I strut a bit and think, yeah, I helped make them. I rock.
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Less blogging has equated to more family time here at the Vanderhorst homestead. I’m feeling a fresh sense of wonder as I take time to watch my children play. I love their use of imagination, and their love of music, and today I captured a moment where both combined. Rather strangely, I’ll admit, my kids are also weird, but oh how very, very fortunate I feel to be the mother of such darling little girls…
Oh, and I’m[...]
My baby turned three yesterday. I watched as her strawberry blonde frizz bounced about in time with the ripping of the wrapping paper. She was meticulous at times. Insisting on throwing the ripped off pieces out of sight behind her before she would go for the next tear. One present would have been enough. She would have stopped and played right there and been content. There’s a lesson there I think. But we[...]
