Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!
We are headed home.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Sweet Dreams

I've started thinking of my blog as an online scrapbook my boys can read someday. I want to use this time to remember the following.

I have many "favorite" moments in the day. It starts with my husband kissing me goodbye at o'dark thirty as he leaves even though I'm dead asleep. Then Issac says hi Mom in his cute little voice when I walk into the living room where he's been watching cartoons. Next is getting Landon up. He lets me know he's awake by screaming at the top of his lungs, but once I'm in there he stops, smiles and jumps up and down in his crib. So cute. Then through out the day I get to witness all that my little ones have in store for me. Some good, some.....not so good. Then bedtime comes. We taught our kiddos early in their lives that bedtime means bedtime. I put Landon down for bed and squeeze him one last time for the day. Sometimes he'll cry for a minute or two, but usually he just rolls over with his blanket and closes his eyes. Next I read Isaac a story. Usually a dinosaur book or tractor story. Then we sing a song. Lately he's wanted to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, but he also likes The Baby Jesus Song (Jesus Loves Me). After this I relax and finish up dishes and pack Chance's lunch. Then my MOST favorite moment of the day comes. I love on the babies one last time. I can't sneak into Landon's because it would wake him up. So I pray outside of his door. I thank God for letting me be the mother to this sweet boy. Next I quietly open Isaac's door to sneak over to his bed. I fix his blanket and tuck him back in. And then I let a few tears come. The love I have for these precious babies is overwhelming. I cry for how much I love them. And I cry over the tough parts of the day we just had. I am so thankful for God's grace. I definitely need it. I literally love my boys so much that it hurts. And as I sit down next to Isaac's bed a dinosaur with a spiked tail crawls under my knee and I start crying for a whole other reason. Time to leave the room I guess.

I do this every night. And I always will.
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