There are days when I just don't feel like doing it anymore. There are days when spilled Mac & Cheese is just too much, when my frustration turns into tears, when I get tired of hearing the word "no" and when I want to be selfish and pretend no one else exists.
Maybe that's why I needed Macy Gray's "Beauty in the World" stuck in my head today.
"When you don't know what to do
Don't know if you'll make it through,
Remember that He's given you, beauty in the world
'Cause there is beauty in the world
So much beauty in the world
Always beauty in the world
There is beauty in the world."
My moments of Beauty:
Samuel giving me hugs.
Lillian's giggles and beautiful smile.
Laughing over a game of Yahtzee with Carlin.
Finding our camera we thought we lost at the zoo.
Reading books with my kids and feeling their love and joy.
When I think of all I've been given, I realize all the beauty in my life and suddenly spilled Mac & Cheese is just another part of that beauty.
Because the video makes me happy:
November 21, 2011
November 9, 2011
Oklahoma...
Oklahoma is many things.
It's tornadoes, 62 days of 100 degree heat, blizzards, ice storms, fires, flooding, bugs galore, droughts, hailstorms, and thunderstorms that can put the fear of God in ya.
What is it not?
Earthquakes.
So, why in the world have we had three earthquakes in about as many days? (Say what you will about pre-schocks and after-shocks, the fact is the earth moved my house and that's not normal people, at least not out here).
And may I mention the same night we had an after-shock of 4.7, we also had extreme weather which caused tornadoes and flooding.
http://www.koco.com/news/29723878/detail.html
Needless to say, the crazy year here in Oklahoma has left me pondering my eternal salvation...
It's tornadoes, 62 days of 100 degree heat, blizzards, ice storms, fires, flooding, bugs galore, droughts, hailstorms, and thunderstorms that can put the fear of God in ya.
What is it not?
Earthquakes.
So, why in the world have we had three earthquakes in about as many days? (Say what you will about pre-schocks and after-shocks, the fact is the earth moved my house and that's not normal people, at least not out here).
And may I mention the same night we had an after-shock of 4.7, we also had extreme weather which caused tornadoes and flooding.
http://www.koco.com/news/29723878/detail.html
Needless to say, the crazy year here in Oklahoma has left me pondering my eternal salvation...
November 1, 2011
Happy Halloween
My kids went as minions from Despicable Me - because they are minions.
Now all I need is a freeze-ray.
Now all I need is a freeze-ray.
October 25, 2011
Catch Phrase
I have a little-blond-headed sound recording that follows me around all day absorbing the things I say and then repeating them back to his sister, friends, and stuffed animals.
I have come to realize a few things about myself, like how I say "oh my goodness" drawing the "oo" out and inflecting my voice up at the end, how many times I send my kids to time-out, and how I often yell "What?!"
But what I really can't figure out is where he has picked-up his newest phrase.
Me: "Samuel, you want to eat dinner?"
Samuel: "Why not?"
Me: "Samuel, let's clean up your toys."
Samuel: "Okay, why not?"
Me: "Hey, should we bake some cookies?"
Samuel: "Why not?"
He also uses it when he wants to suggest something. "Mommy, why not take a bath?" "Mommy, why not play trains?"
So I close this ramble with one simple question - Why not?
I have come to realize a few things about myself, like how I say "oh my goodness" drawing the "oo" out and inflecting my voice up at the end, how many times I send my kids to time-out, and how I often yell "What?!"
But what I really can't figure out is where he has picked-up his newest phrase.
Me: "Samuel, you want to eat dinner?"
Samuel: "Why not?"
Me: "Samuel, let's clean up your toys."
Samuel: "Okay, why not?"
Me: "Hey, should we bake some cookies?"
Samuel: "Why not?"
He also uses it when he wants to suggest something. "Mommy, why not take a bath?" "Mommy, why not play trains?"
So I close this ramble with one simple question - Why not?
October 17, 2011
Time Goes By so Slowly...
Unless you have kids, then kids move slowly and time speeds up.
For example, getting in and out of the car.
Every day we get in the car my children insist they do it themselves. If I try to help I get a very stern "NO!" from Lillian and a "Samuel do it!" from my son. If I try to override their vetoes and help them anyway it usually ends in a complete meltdown in which I have to let them back out of the car so we can start all over.
It doesn't help that their arms are full of toys that must come along on the ride.
I know what you are thinking, "Aubrey, just let them do it, they are exploring their independence and it's healthy for them."
Well, it might be healthy for them, but it's driving me crazy. I only have so much patience and it is usually used up just trying to get them dressed and out the front door in the first place.
And that's just getting in the car, I won't mention the getting out-of-the-car and all the distractions that come with it.
For example, getting in and out of the car.
Every day we get in the car my children insist they do it themselves. If I try to help I get a very stern "NO!" from Lillian and a "Samuel do it!" from my son. If I try to override their vetoes and help them anyway it usually ends in a complete meltdown in which I have to let them back out of the car so we can start all over.
It doesn't help that their arms are full of toys that must come along on the ride.
I know what you are thinking, "Aubrey, just let them do it, they are exploring their independence and it's healthy for them."
Well, it might be healthy for them, but it's driving me crazy. I only have so much patience and it is usually used up just trying to get them dressed and out the front door in the first place.
And that's just getting in the car, I won't mention the getting out-of-the-car and all the distractions that come with it.
September 30, 2011
Long Week
Lillian got sick last weekend. Followed by Carlin. Followed by Samuel. Followed by Lillian again. Followed by Samuel again.
It seems like I've spent every morning this week cleaning up things that shall remain nameless (I'll let you use your imagination).
This sickness always seems to hit early morning and I wake up to find a mess. For Lillian, who is confined to a crib, it is a matter of stripping the bed down. For Samuel, it's a bit more complicated.
We've reached the end of the week, but if I were to measure this weekend by this morning's find - well, it's going to be a long weekend too.
However, through all this I have found a few things I'm grateful for, including:
Spot Shot
I bought this on a whim at Sam's Club and it has proven to be the best whim-buy EVER. Since I don't have a steam-cleaner, this is the next best thing.
Clorox Disinfecting Wipes
Great for everything from wiping down mattresses to cleaning toys.
Showers
Some messes are just too big for a box of wipes...
And last, but not least. My wash-machine.
I have never been more grateful to have a wash-machine of my own and not have to make daily visits to a laundry-mat.
It seems like I've spent every morning this week cleaning up things that shall remain nameless (I'll let you use your imagination).
This sickness always seems to hit early morning and I wake up to find a mess. For Lillian, who is confined to a crib, it is a matter of stripping the bed down. For Samuel, it's a bit more complicated.
We've reached the end of the week, but if I were to measure this weekend by this morning's find - well, it's going to be a long weekend too.
However, through all this I have found a few things I'm grateful for, including:
Spot Shot
I bought this on a whim at Sam's Club and it has proven to be the best whim-buy EVER. Since I don't have a steam-cleaner, this is the next best thing.
Clorox Disinfecting Wipes
Great for everything from wiping down mattresses to cleaning toys.
Showers
Some messes are just too big for a box of wipes...
And last, but not least. My wash-machine.
I have never been more grateful to have a wash-machine of my own and not have to make daily visits to a laundry-mat.
September 22, 2011
I would like to say...
I would like to say that my lack of posting comes because I spend too much time playing with my kids... but I would be lying. It comes because of the uber-busy schedules we've been keeping lately. And the skipping naps things, really not liking that very much.
I would like to say that I have pictures to post... but I can't find my camera and even if I did I haven't been a good picture-taker lately.
I would like to say that I continue to keep myself in shape and my stomach is a flat-muscular specimen of awesomeness... but the long days and stressful schedule keeps driving me to Oreos and peanut butter.
I would like to say that my exhaustion and weird cravings come from being pregnant... but - Oh wait, I actually would NOT like to say that at all. And I'm not, for those who were wondering...
I would like to say that I have pictures to post... but I can't find my camera and even if I did I haven't been a good picture-taker lately.
I would like to say that I continue to keep myself in shape and my stomach is a flat-muscular specimen of awesomeness... but the long days and stressful schedule keeps driving me to Oreos and peanut butter.
I would like to say that my exhaustion and weird cravings come from being pregnant... but - Oh wait, I actually would NOT like to say that at all. And I'm not, for those who were wondering...
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