July 22, 2015

Mila Wednesday

Amelia: 216 weeks + Margot 118 weeks

Monday ran away from me with a million errands that took us from Chandler to Gilbert to Mesa to Tempe to Scottsdale to Mesa and back to Chandler again. We were all exhausted by the end of the day, but we got some things taken care of that I'd been neglecting too long.
Among other less exciting adventures, we picked up Grandma Mary from the airport. She was away for a month and the girls were so excited to have her back in town.

They were also excited to share a smoothie (which was purchased mostly to keep them occupied while we waited for a delayed flight).
So now Grandma is home, my camera has been cleaned and repaired (the flash wouldn't stay down and it was driving me NUTS), we don't owe any library fines, and I've started gathering things for the baby's room. Huzzah!

Tuesday was more of the same: tumbling class, library again, groceries, etc. etc. etc., and today I baked and moved furniture and started repainting our master bedroom. It feels so good to be doing stuff again, but goodness am I worn out! Here's to early bedtimes for the kiddos and brownies and Netflix for me and David!

July 13, 2015

Mila Monday

Amelia: 215 weeks + Margot: 117 weeks

"We are making the biggest nest in the whole world!"

Can I take a picture of you in your nest?

"You can take one picture of each girl. One of me and one of Margot. Only those two pictures."


"Now it is bigger because we put some more blankies and pillows in. We are caterpillars in a big cozy chrysalis. And soon we will be butterflies. We have to work together or we'll never get done.  If we all work together, then we can be butterflies! But if we don't work together, we won't get a star or a trophy. Mom, if you don't work with us, you'll never get the job done."

Silly girl. 

July 3, 2015

America, America

It has been an eventful and emotional few weeks for our country. My heart has been stretched in so many different directions, and, however you feel about any of it, I'm sure yours has too.
In the midst of huge events, life has gone on, most notably in the lives of a few friends. One baby was born and another passed away. Tiny blips on the radar of the "grand scheme of things" but utterly life-altering for the handful of people at the epicenter of each.

I've been reminded a lot lately of the day of the Boston Marathon bombing two years ago. That day changed me forever in ways that I'm still beginning to uncover.

That was the day Margot was born.

And so it goes. Tragedy and joy ebb and flow. One family celebrates while another weeps, and life goes on.
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I think of this big, beautiful country of ours and think how truly grateful I am to live here. It's not perfect. In many ways it's a hot mess. But I love it. Because here are good people who work hard to fight evil and injustice. Here is endless optimism and hope that tomorrow will be kinder. Here is freedom and passion and endless potential for growth.

Here is my home. Here is my heart.

This weekend I hope you eat too much barbecue and watermelon and red-white-and-blue desserts, I hope you get to love on your friends and neighbors and family, but most especially I hope you remember that America, for all her struggles and flaws, is beautiful.
Oh, beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

July 1, 2015

Catching Up + Moving Forward

I've been all but absent lately, posting only major events or announcements and laying low otherwise. Really it's been since April that I've blogged with any sort of regularity, unless you count Mila Mondays. Here's the haps lately...
Margot turned 2. Mila turned 4. I turned 32. (I didn't blog about that, but it happened. One year older and wiser too, y'all.) We found out that baby #3 is a boy.

We took a family trip to Utah, where it was rainy and in the 50's, for a week. When we got home it was in the 100's here. That was a fun adjustment.

The girls have done another round of swimming lessons and are now in a tumbling class. We're making regular trips to a local water park, library, and children's museum in an effort to stay cool + have fun + get out of the house so we don't destroy each other. So far it's working, and we have the tan lines and stacks of picture books to prove it.

Lest you think our summer has been nothing but parties and vacations and adventures, there's also the ants that keep trying to invade our kitchen. And David's insane work schedule. And the terrible twos that Margot has embraced wholeheartedly. And the massive headache I've been fighting every day between 9 AM and 4 PM for the last two and a half months. As if I don't need to be functional during that part of the day or anything. Ugh. We've had doctor visits that ended in tears (hooray for shots), dentist visits that ended in numb faces (hooray for cavities), and one blissful prenatal massage that was unquestionably the best money I've spent this year, even if it didn't magically cure my sad cranium.

To be fair, David has got the ants mostly in check, he's finding a better work/life balance, Margot is handling her emotions a little better (for the moment), and my headaches are improving. And like I said, we've been having lots of fun despite any struggles we've had to deal with.

I've been reading a lot--books and articles online--and can feel my priorities and goals realigning themselves. I want my actions to reflect my values, which they haven't for a while, so this has been a Good Thing. Taking time to do fun things with my children has been a small but significant step in the right direction. I'm also going to bed earlier. I'm folding the laundry the same day I wash it, rather than letting it sit in a pile for a week or more. I am trying to improve myself without ignoring my natural tendencies and it feels really really good. Exhausting, for sure; being lazy is always the easier path but it's far less satisfying.

So I hope you know that, despite the radio silence, things are happening. I'm unraveling what no longer works with the pattern I want for my life and moving forward more deliberately. And now that I'm settling back into a better frame of mind--and especially now that I'm not lying on the couch every afternoon with a pounding head while the kids watch Mary Poppins for the hundredth time--I think there will be more bloggins. Maybe we'll get to revisit the original plan of giving this thing a major facelift. We'll see.

Point is, there are things to say, and I might finally be back to the place where I feel whole and balanced enough to say them. Yesss.

Photos by Let Me See You Sparkle Photography

June 29, 2015

Mila Monday

Amelia: 213 weeks + Margot: 115 weeks

They wanted to go camping in their bedroom so I got out the pop-up tent. Shortly thereafter, this one decided to be a bear-monster and would rawr at anyone who peeked inside her cave.
And this one was a bird who was afraid of people who got too close to her nest.
Nor did she like squirrels, chipmunks, bunnies, frogs, or deer around. I ran out of ideas and left them to their woodland adventure.
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