{this moment}

A single photo capturing a moment from the week.
A moment simple, yet special, something I want to remember in years to come of what our everyday life was like.
Inspired by SouleMama.

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This was our last week of school for the year.  What a learning year- an explosion of reading, picking up and mastering new and old math skills, and a few projects along the way.  We were all very ready for the end of the year, but really, we will still be doing things throughout the summer.  We will have math every week and most definitely reading of a few books.  Henry has plans for a black bear project.  He knows exactly what he wants to do, we just need to set aside the time to do it.

I am in works for planning for next year.  It is exciting and overwhelming at the same time.  It will be so different having two official schoolers.  Although Bennett did do a lot more “school” work then Henry ever did at his age, we will be working further towards kindergarten.  I am so impressed with what Bennett has taken too- math being a favorite, phonics not so much (very similar to Henry).  It is so enjoyable to be able to learn and observe how my children learn.  I am able to adjust their learning to their needs and likes.  It makes learning more fun and it is easier for them to pick up new skills.  I can’t really successfully put into words how I feel about educating my children, but it could come down to this- joy, exhaustion and honor.  What a joy to do this, it is the hardest thing I have ever tackled and it is an honor to be able to get to do this.  It may be against the grain, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

on mother’s day

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I didn’t spend the entire day with these goof balls.  Funny, how on the day you are suppose to be celebrating motherhood my only request was for uninterrupted time.  I am certain that will change as parenthood changes with the ages of babes.  But this year, not having to get up at 5:50 AM and being allowed to catch up on a few episodes of “Call the Midwife” was pretty nice indeed.  My breakfast tray was scoured upon arrival and I had to give all my strawberries to a very forceful almost two year old (he really is so very bossy).

Even though a gal can want a few moments to herself once in awhile, I am forever blessed and grateful for those three little buggers in those pictures.  They have made life more meaningful, more fun, more full of love and laughter.  We laugh every single day.  We (usually one of the younger two) cry every day and grow frustrated every day.  I wouldn’t change it for anything.  When I was younger I never put much thought into being a mother.  I figured I would do it and that would be that.  I really had no idea the impact that day in February 2008 would have on my life.  Raising these boys has been the greatest adventure.  I have the greatest partner.  The guy who took all the poopy diapers and bum wipings on Sunday (and most Sundays when I think about it…) and the guy who wrangles these munchkins so their mama can lounge.  I do believe the same request was asked for by him for the upcoming holiday in June, but I am sure that can be arranged.

My sweet boys, thank you for making me a Mama.  I am in awe at how fast it goes- I promise to soak it all in.

Happy belated Mother’s Day to all mothers!  We are all so lucky.



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Sweet boy you turned twenty-three months old last week, this means that you are almost two. You are every much two- it is so wonderful and so frustrating at the same time.  Welcome to toddlerhood.

You love your brothers, being outside, reading books, throwing things, eating oatmeal, being held, and not listening.  You are very very fond of Mama right now.  You also enjoy “nilk” (milk) and cake (or anything sweet for that matter).  You know where we keep the chocolate and daily you ask me to “carry you” (which means for me to carry you, not the other way around) and then you thrust your arm towards the pantry and shout “I see, I see, I see!”  You want to see the chocolate and you want to eat the chocolate.  You have an incredible appetite and you constantly eat when you are not sleeping or being “owside.”

Your vocabulary is expansive and your word quota for the day is increasing each week.  You do not stop talking, you even talk in your sleep.

You love your books and every night when you have finished your dinner before everyone else you want to climb into my lap and read a book.  It is hard to ask you to wait for me to finish my dinner, but we try every night.  Some days you accept this and others you do not.  You are a guy who knows what he wants.

You can be pretty mean.  To kiddos younger than you- you push them, to your brother Bennett- you pull his hair or hit him with books and to Henry you hit.  You hit me when you are not given what you want and you throw almost everything you can get your hands on.  You are learning to apologize which is very cute but I am not convinced you mean it- we are working on it.

You want to be “owside” all the time.  You want to see “Banders” and ride your bike down at the “woundabowt.”  You can even ride the plasma car at a surprising speed down the neighbors driveway.

You are fearless.  It is frightening to be your Mama sometimes.  You climb, continually try to touch the stove, grab for knives and do everything your brothers do.  Even just the simple act of pretending to be monkeys jumping on the bed usually ends with you crying after you have fallen off the couch (shouldn’t you have seen that coming, given the plot of the book?!).  You want to be so big, Mama wants you to slow down a bit.

You love baths and when I go up to check on you, you are usually just laying down in the water.  You are a water baby.  You HATE diaper changes.  Seriously, it is like they are a new torture I do every day.  I really thought that it would get easier but that is not the case.  I am not ready for you to grow up so fast, but I am ready to not fight you every couple of hours to get you a fresh diaper.

And let’s talk about your hair.  Love love love.  Not everyone feels the same, but check out that curl…



Oh sweetheart, you are a joy, you are a handful, you are our Rory.  It has been so fun watching you grow- watching you watch your brothers.  It is so different watching this time around.  Your brothers are bigger and do more interesting stuff then the last time we had an almost two year old around.  We can watch the wheels turning in that head of yours and you trying to figure out how to get it done.  One day soon your body will do exactly what your mind sees.  You will be running outside with those boys without Mama holding you back or asking you to wait for her.  Until then, I will be your shadow, trying to convince you to play in the garden so I can work and watch you play with Flanders or your trucks at the same time.  You are loved more than you realize sweet boy.  Happy twenty-three months!