Friday, April 30, 2010

an exciting two days...a photographers joy!

When you combine my curious kids and my camera, I'm in heaven. And I know I'm rubbing off on Buster because he told me, "Mom, I just love nature." Here are some of our adventures since yesterdays post. I couldn't wait to share them with you all...
A make-shift swing that will do until daddy builds a real set this summer. (I won't deny it, I considered myself the coolest mom for flinging a squirt gun attached to a string all over the place, nearly hitting my kids multiple times just to get this swing up. I'm as excited for him as he is.)
John Patrick spotted this nest yesterday in a fork of the tree he just learned to climb.
And just LOOK!!! We were so excited to see the baby birds starting to hatch when we looked in today. I quickly took a picture and shooed everyone away. I'm dying to go look again but forcing myself to wait at least a few hours. I doubt they make much headway in 30 minutes. :-)
Caterpillar eggs (right?) on a leaf also found by observant JP from his favorite new perch.



Anella, intent on the caterpillar Dora found.


The beautiful fence line we get to enjoy courtesy of someone we've never met. The only problem is that I would love to jump it and walk the trail that they keep mowed. I saw the man who mows it a few days ago and contemplated flying out my back door to ask if he would mind us doing just that, but he was quickly past. bummer.

Pea tee pee coming right along.

Buster Brown's first attempt at the tree.

Successful!!
We are going to have a HUGE strawberry harvest as long as the birds stay away.


Beautiful flowers all around. (If only they could multiply without pollen...)

The sandbox where Anella can be found while everyone else is exploring.
And most of this happens before 2pm when I retreat into the house before I'm really sorry. I told my mom~ I can't help it, all the fun we're having is definitely worth the allergic reaction later, it's not that bad. :-)


Thursday, April 29, 2010

balance

Why does it have to take up time when I think I should be doing "other things" to play with my sweet children outside? Wrapping in blankets to enjoy a chilly but sunny morning...


examining fingernails to figure out why the sand removes fingernail polish...
Enjoying the picking (not eating-radishes are for daddy) of our first fresh veggies from the garden... Or just tromping around with a spade, looking for things to dig. I love it outside. Not in the North Face, mountain climbing, pee in the woods kind of way. In the sit out in the yard and examine flowers for bugs, jump from stone to stone in a creek bed, climb a tree kind of way.
I hear myself saying, "I really need to go inside guys and get some chores done." Ho hum, the balance of life.




Monday, April 26, 2010

Reflecting

Maybe it's the forth little one (growing quickly lately) on the way. Maybe it's John Patrick approaching 5. I've been reflecting on how life has changed and how I love the little people running around my ankles and schmushing their chubby/sticky hands on all my clean surfaces.
I so wish I could properly love them all the time. But I would rather them know the One who can. So, I just keep plugging along. Trying to point them to Him and enjoying what I've been given. Reminding my little ones that they are a part of a wonderful history of God's people. They are a part of what God is doing and they have been given a hope. How amazing that God has lent these little people to us. honestly. Quite overwhelming if He isn't faithful to Himself. Quite a high calling since He is.

John PatrickDoraAnella

Friday, April 23, 2010

I stole this post from a friend~ but it's so true.

I can't believe that this gets to be my life! I wake up in the morning and I see these beautiful, funny, creative little people and they are endlessly patient with me. In a way that I can't fathom. No matter if I give them cold cereal for breakfast every morning or if I am harsh with them or my expectations are too high. Even if I'm not as fun as John or if they have to find clean clothes to wear somewhere in the bottom of a mountain of overflowing laundry that has taken over the couch. They cheerfully accept life just as I give it to them.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

It's a love/hate relationship


Love the precious nest. Hate that the momma chose my new furn for a home which it seems to be killing.