Oh, how I wish I had more time to blog (says every mama blogger on the web). There's always a dozen stories and post ideas floating around in my head as well as pages of pictures to share, but getting them all organized in this little space can be such a challenge, especially since I haven't figured out how to type with my knees and toes.
My favorite stranger-in-the-grocery-store-statement, My your hands are full! (to which I always reply, Full of love. Full. Of. Love.) has never been more true, especially now that I spend 80% of my day holding Peg-Leg Joey.
*Side note: If someone could please explain to me why holding a 28 pound toddler all day does not give me the arms of a cross-fitter, I would really appreciate it.
He made a solid effort to go back to crawling, but that totally shattered his pride. He couldn't bear the thought of reverting back to his old developmental milestones.
Whenever I leave for a run, Charlie asks, "Are you taking *our* baby out for a run, mommy? I love that even our four year old knows that there is another person with us at all times!
I don't want to scare anyone away who might possibly be open to having more than two kids, but the truth is, with every successive child after #2, you start to show much earlier than usual. And, should you be blessed with babies beyond say three or four, your uterus will develop a super-ego. Not kidding. I swear she's all, Hey, body, I've totally got this. Professional belly builder right here.(Instantly makes room for triplets).
Maternity clothes at twelve weeks? Super.
On a mixed emotion note, football season is over, and football season is over. I'm always happy to welcome a pause between sport seasons. It's just nice to have a couple of weeks to enjoy without the hectic practice and game schedules. But, at the same time, football is by far my favorite sport that the boys play, and seeing another season come to an end kinda makes me sad.
Both Ben and Andrew proudly wear #24 - their father's number, of course!
Could their success possibly be because they kneel on the field in prayer before every game? Hmmmmmm......
BBL (before broken leg) sideline games.
You're goin' down, brother! If we had to pick one man out of our gang that could make it to the college level, we'd put our money Joseph. As the youngest of 6 boys, he's no wimp!
We all love to see Andrew run the ball, but honestly, watching him wrap up a good tackle on defense is much more exciting for me. I admire how fearless he is on the field.
My guys. Can't you just smell the clean? Mmmmmm.
Do you really think our husbands or kids give a hoot about capturing color-coordinated smiles and cleanliness at the same time? Nope. But for me, those precious photos are a sweet reminder that as messy and undone as real life is every day, there's beauty within and underneath it all, and I love how a simple photo has the power to capture that truth.
Thanks for checking in! I hope you're all having a fabulous week!