big plans.

Everett:  Excuse me, Dad.
Dad:  Yes, Everett?
Everett:  Could I use your saw?  Not your chainsaw just your saw.
Dad:  Sure?

Sick day

Like her brother and sister before her, this girl will only sleep in my arms when she's sick. The result is a very tired mama, still in jammies, typing this post with one hand while we rock and rock and rock.

Also noteworthy, I haven't managed to brush my teeth yet today but finished off some coffee ice cream. You know, for nutrients.

boys.

Did you know that I have two boys?  One is the 47 pound beefcake that I birthed myself and the other came eight days earlier, is full of questions and takes all of Everett's hand-me-downs.  

Each night before bed he asks when Wyatt is moving.  He tells me he's not sure Wyatt will have friends at his new school.  I think he's been afraid that one morning he's going to wake up and Wyatt is just going to be gone.  In a month, Everett's dearest friend will move 30 minutes away and while I understand that it really isn't that far, to a four year old (and some 36 year olds) it feels far and it feels sad.  We have been blessed to have each other.  All of us.  These boys, running wild, fighting, sharing legos and peeing on trees in numerous inappropriate locations.  

"I don't have any friends at school, just Wyatt."  He tells me one morning.  

"That isn't true, buddy."  I remind him.

"Okay, Mom.  But Wyatt is my best friend.  Everyone else is just my regular friend."

"I know, honey.  I know."

No lack of confidence for this one.

I'm rocking Ingrid before naptime and whispering sweet things into her ear, "you're smart. You're funny, Ru."

Her response? "I pretty."

Ru in shoes

She is constantly stealing our shoes. Love her.

noted.

One day my house isn't going to be littered with craft projects and love notes.  I wanted to remember this one from this week, from my sweet girlie.  Because lately, I haven't been particularly likable.  Yet she extends grace like nobody's business.  And I am grateful.