I realize I haven't blogged forever. These 3 year olds sure do keep me busy. I have avoided blogging because where do I start when I've been gone so long??? My thoughts...ignore the absence and start with what's now.
I want time to stop.
For real.
I know I've said it, blogged about it and said it some more. It's old news. And yet it's on my mind always.
Life is just sweet. And I love sharing my (exhausting) days with the most precious turds there ever were.
Please, for the love, don't think it's perfect. It's so not perfect.
It's perfectly imperfect.
It might be perfect however if I thrived under the most whiniest conditions.
If you like the sound of whiny children, come on over.
I'll let you enjoy it for a while.
For the record, whiny-ness doesn't fly with me. Or Brian.
Not. At. All.
But they continue to try.
Boy oh boy do they try.
Also it might be a perfect little life if I enjoyed the occasional 3 year-old melt down.
Today....well, it's still a little too fresh to discuss but here are a few details--
Screaming. I mean SCREAMING. Kicking, thrashing, yelling, shouting--you get my drift.
At the grocery store.
During the entire check out and loading process.
Can you imagine how many people were looking at me? Let me just say...A LOT!
It was absolutely not okay.
And there were certainly repercussions for this behavior.
Can I just say discipline is so not fun?!
Necessary for sure, but one of the hardest parts of the job.
But the precious moments, well, they are mighty perfect.
And Brian + I would have 10 more Lincoln + Lilas.
Maybe more.
They just rule that much.
Last summer. Look how much they've grown!
Last weekend...
My silly lady. Looking 8 years old.
Ferrying to Seattle.
Ferry riding with my crew back home.
Last week I see to a lady coming out of Walmart, walking at least 50 yards behind her husband who was carrying their SCREAMING blonde 3 yo daughter. I could tell she was about to blow a gasket. I said, "is that your daughter?" And I could tell she was a loathe to admit that yes, that child was her fleshnblood. She was crimson. I said, "Oh, hon, we have ALL been there. It is no fun, but we've all been there." I'm usually a huggy person, but not with strangers, so I just stood there and verbally hugged her and encouraged her. She smiled and said "thank you."
ReplyDeleteSo, Karla (you're not a stranger, but I still can't hug ya from a coast away!), we've ALL been there. I know that a huge percentage of those LOOKS were compassionate, because we've ALL been there! Enjoy three. It IS fun. Usually.
((hugs))
Love all your amazing pictures and the fun you are sharing, despite all the OTHER parts of parenthood! Love you all!
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