Not to be confusing or anything, but I am still catching up on this whole 2017 thing. It happens to be September of 2018, but who's keeping track? I love a good walk down memory lane, except when I have no recollection of what happened and who was there or why. In any case, I might just have to make some stuff up to make it more interesting. Apparently we went to a Norfolk Admirals game. I think thats the name of the team-I really am just guessing. We went with our next door neighbors, the Kreutzbergs and Reeds who both had daughters singing the National Anthem with their school choir. I think we stayed long enough for the kids to ask for every item of food found at the concessions, and just long enough for us to spend all of our cash on said food.
I love that all of our kids will come for cuddles. Even the ones that are taller than me. She just coils those long legs up and sits until I can't breathe anymore. Haley coined the phrase "touchy time" at our house. And while the name certainly makes me uncomfortable, I ache a little when I think about any of my kids being gone and not asking for it anymore.
Every once in a while I do something ingenious and fun...something that allows me to sit back and relax for 4.2 seconds without them getting into trouble or making a big mess. These two boys, they amuse me and exhaust me all in the same afternoon.
On the ramp between church and home someone hit a small fox several weeks before. Suddenly one day the fox was gone but his outline appeared to memorialize him. It was funny and made me chuckle for several months until it faded away. I mean, someone had to spray paint around a dead fox...
This cute face...even when he is sad.
And this picture simply because despite our family's efforts to do...whatever it was we were doing, the dog sat front and center as though he was running the meeting. Poor Rocket, he often thinks we are including him when in reality, he is being ignored.
Trouble.
I'm guessing this picture has something to do with Clark not being there for dinner. I remember a similar, frequent-ish scene on our table growing up. Almost always this plate of cold dinner was waiting for a Dad that was at a church meeting or helping someone. The tradition lives on. It's not a bad tradition.
Church was hard for a long time when we first moved to Virginia. You know that stage between about 6 and 18 months when a child hates church and hates you going to church and hates you sitting and listening and getting anything out of church? For whatever reason I struggled in our ward here for several months after moving in. I'm sure it was a combination of leaving a place we loved, starting something uncertain and new combined with a baby at that age when they need so much of my attention and energy but in any case I remember this Sunday. Ezra was fussy, I was frustrated and a little sad. So I put him in the car during church and just drove. He fell asleep and it snowed and it eased my sadness just a little.
I love the tradition and practice of attending the women's session with my girls. It will always be special.
Haley won a debate in one of her classes at school over several days. We were very proud of her and not surprised one bit that she won- a debate- where she essentially argues with other people about why she is right.
And Jonah. He is just himself and I love him for it.
I haven't had cause or energy to get out my nice camera often but the girls like to take it around from time to time. I find all sorts of adorable pictures of them with their neighbor friends - we are so grateful for sweet friends flanking us in this neighborhood. We could not have asked for better.
