I just looked outside an upstairs window and saw a sight that was so fabulous, so beautiful. So stinkin' funny. A few houses over I saw a lady, a young mom, with a diaper clad baby, guzzling a bottle, clinging to her hip. So cute to see that little guy, with just his diaper, just hanging out, drinking some milk, spending quality time with mom.
Quality time MOWING THE LAWN with mom. Haha...it was awesome. She was pushing that mower up and down, making neat green rows, like vacuum lines on carpet. And that baby was just hanging on, bouncing around on her hip, watching that lawn mower.
What a great mom.
Baby-totin', lawn mowin' serious multi-taskin' mom.
Sunday, April 3
Gifts 115-130
That I can stay home and raise my babies
Butterfly Kisses
Tangled ;)
Brushing daughter's hair
Watching daughter dance
The pride that she brims with when she tells me about preschool
A preschool co-op
Pineapple and coconut
Dinner with friends
Praying for friends
Sun tea
The hymn, "It is well"
Pictures
Blogging and the community around it
Comfort from Christ
Vanilla wafers
Saturday, April 2
Saturdays
Ugh.
I hate Saturdays.
They are definitely my LEAST favorite day of the week.
Hubby works. All day. And late into the night usually.
Just me and the kiddos.
of course, that's nothing new.
I'm a SAHM, it's always just me and the kiddos.
But on Saturdays it feels different. Lonely.
It's boring and dull.
So I keep myself busy doing things that are usually done during the week.
We run errands.
But everywhere is packed with moms and dads and their kids running errands together. Or having lunch together. Or picking up steaks for the BBQ.
So we go home to clean the house, do chores, pull weeds.
And all the dads and moms and kids are outside, going on bike rides, washing their cars, playing baseball on the front lawn.
Blah.
We don't call friends on Saturdays because almost everyone we know has a dad home on Saturdays.
Saturdays are family days.
Saturdays are a day of leisure.
Blah.
And then, on some Saturdays, especially this time of year and through the summer, there are really fun events every Saturday.
City events for families.
Adult parties in the evenings.
Date nights.
Birthday parties.
So I load up the troops and go to these parties. These family events.
And they are fun. And the kids have fun.
And I get to see and talk to friends.
But I'm always just half.
MY friend is working.
I'm thankful he's working, but we miss him on Saturdays.
I miss him on Saturdays.
Sometimes, I just don't want to go to things without him.
Weekends, holidays, the times when most people are celebrating and relaxing. Those are the days when hubby is working.
Cooking meals for other families.
So that they can enjoy their Saturdays and eat a tasty meal together.
Sometimes I just get tired of always being just me at these parties and events. Sometimes I just want to be us. Not me. Us.
I hate always being the one of the only ones without my hubby.
Sorry for this post.
I know it's annoying and I'm whining and throwing myself a pity party.
I know.
And it could be worse, I do know that, and I am so thankful that I have a hubby. I have someone that works hard to take care of his family. And he comes home. He's not gone, risking his life overseas for months. His kids know him. I am so grateful.
So what if we don't have Saturdays. Or holidays. Or lots of nights.
We have Mondays.
I think we'll throw our next party on a Monday morning. ;) That's what works best for us. lol
Alright, rant is done.
Sorry to be such an annoying downer.
I'm done. I'm over it.
I'm going to go enjoy the rest of my Saturday with my kiddos.
So you take your Saturdays.
I've got Mondays.
Top that.
I hate Saturdays.
They are definitely my LEAST favorite day of the week.
Hubby works. All day. And late into the night usually.
Just me and the kiddos.
of course, that's nothing new.
I'm a SAHM, it's always just me and the kiddos.
But on Saturdays it feels different. Lonely.
It's boring and dull.
So I keep myself busy doing things that are usually done during the week.
We run errands.
But everywhere is packed with moms and dads and their kids running errands together. Or having lunch together. Or picking up steaks for the BBQ.
So we go home to clean the house, do chores, pull weeds.
And all the dads and moms and kids are outside, going on bike rides, washing their cars, playing baseball on the front lawn.
Blah.
We don't call friends on Saturdays because almost everyone we know has a dad home on Saturdays.
Saturdays are family days.
Saturdays are a day of leisure.
Blah.
And then, on some Saturdays, especially this time of year and through the summer, there are really fun events every Saturday.
City events for families.
Adult parties in the evenings.
Date nights.
Birthday parties.
So I load up the troops and go to these parties. These family events.
And they are fun. And the kids have fun.
And I get to see and talk to friends.
But I'm always just half.
MY friend is working.
I'm thankful he's working, but we miss him on Saturdays.
I miss him on Saturdays.
Sometimes, I just don't want to go to things without him.
Weekends, holidays, the times when most people are celebrating and relaxing. Those are the days when hubby is working.
Cooking meals for other families.
So that they can enjoy their Saturdays and eat a tasty meal together.
Sometimes I just get tired of always being just me at these parties and events. Sometimes I just want to be us. Not me. Us.
I hate always being the one of the only ones without my hubby.
Sorry for this post.
I know it's annoying and I'm whining and throwing myself a pity party.
I know.
And it could be worse, I do know that, and I am so thankful that I have a hubby. I have someone that works hard to take care of his family. And he comes home. He's not gone, risking his life overseas for months. His kids know him. I am so grateful.
So what if we don't have Saturdays. Or holidays. Or lots of nights.
We have Mondays.
I think we'll throw our next party on a Monday morning. ;) That's what works best for us. lol
Alright, rant is done.
Sorry to be such an annoying downer.
I'm done. I'm over it.
I'm going to go enjoy the rest of my Saturday with my kiddos.
So you take your Saturdays.
I've got Mondays.
Top that.
Friday, April 1
Gifts 108-114
Handy daddy and helpful papa.
That I can stand to worship Him.
That I can stand to worship Him.
Fog rolling over the hills and into the valley.
The sun, pushing its light through the fog.
My husband taking care of me.
The sun, pushing its light through the fog.
My husband taking care of me.
My son praying for me.
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