Perspective

Same swing.
Same shirt.
Same 3 to 6 month size shirt.
Two different boys.

Luke, three and a half months

















Nolan, 9 weeks

Clearing a Path, Together

The Great Melt has begun.
While our driveway was cleared
immediately after the snow, the path
to our front door has remained buried.
Saturday morning Faris and Luke cleared the pathway.

Ask Luke and he will tell you how he cleared the snow.
Or don’t ask.
He will probably tell you anyway.

His Father's Shoes

Weary

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men
Colossians 3:23

Faris left for the day
and I was feeling weary.
Crying baby.
Crying two year old.
Never ending cycle of
children to feed
meals to fix
dishes to clean and put away
children to groom
diapers to change
laundry to sort/wash/dry/fold/putaway
soothing one child
then the other
putting away that
picking up this.

I was weary as I stared down my day.
I was feeling sorry for myself.
But I silently repeated that verse in my head.
Over and over
and over
and over.

And then my heart changed
and my weary attitude.

Serving my children this day
I am serving my God.

Refreshed.
Renewed.

And then I ordered a pizza for lunch.

Did You Hear Us?

Were you shopping at
Whole Foods this morning too?

Then you must have heard
that two year old singing
almost the top of his lungs
the theme song from
Bob the Builder...

up
and
down
each aisle.

It was us.
Actually, it was him.
I only sang with him once.

And did you see him
politely
nab half a guy’s sample
slice of bread?

The baker woman handed
a nice man a big slice of
a fancy bread to try
and then came a little voice,
“I have some too, please?”
The nice man said sure
and before he knew it
a two year old
ripped
off
half of bread slice.

I won’t tell you if
a certain two year old
asked the nice man for more
when we spied him in line…

Pointy Finger

I don’t usually bore
you with Luke’s kid talk
mainly because it is
never
ever
as funny written down
but I can’t help myself
this time.

Since yesterday the kid
stops what he is doing
points his finger at me
in a super serious kid way of doing things
and says…
“Mama, guess what?
I have a question for you.”

And he usually does.
See.
I told you.
Never as funny written down.
But with the finger pointing
and the most serious of serious attitudes
it is hysterical.

Or maybe the snow
has made me crazy.

Blizzard Work

We always run to watch
Faris clear the snow and ice
off these two fan thingys.

Smile & Air

Nolan is smiling
and starting to find
some air.

Wings

A few weeks ago Luke
looked at me and said,
“Mama, wings for me?”
And he kept asking.
So I said yes, I’ll get you wings.
I’ll figure out how to make some
or I’ll buy you some.
I ordered out for wings.
Do you know how hard it is
to find non-fairy wings?
Hard.
I present Butterfly Wings!

But he won’t put them on.
Not yet.
And now I’m wondering why
I didn’t just cut some wings out
of paper and tape them on?!

Reinforcements

In between snow storms
or should I say in between
a snow storm and a blizzard
reinforcements arrived in the
manner of Papa Joe and Lindy.
Tuesday morning they arrived
and provided a much needed
change of pace.

Cabin Fever

Como sé dice cabin fever?
Because we have it.

In December this house would
have been a gingerbread house.

Whip it out during a snow storm
and you have a snow house!

More punch balloon fun.
We play this several times a day for
at least 20 minutes a pop.

Me or Him?

I can’t decide who has it harder…
ME: Inside battling cabin fever with a
two year old and a 7 week old
or
MYONETRUELOVE: Outside with the company of our kind neighbors battling huge amounts of snow, a long driveway, and cold.

Nevermind.
I know.
No contest.

A Gap of Talent

I didn’t take offense
over dinner last night
when my onetruelove
said he was glad I worked
at the Gap when I was in
high school because
I could fold shirts fast and neatly.

I never take offense when somebody
is in awe of one of my amazing talents…
even if it is folding the laundry.