A Happy Heart

I don't have alot to say. (unusual :) Just a happy, full heart! Happy Birthday Sweet girls! Love you to the moon and back! 2 Corinthians 5:7 For we walk by faith, not by sight.

Life Goes on!

Summer is flying by. We have birthdays galore coming up. Brooke got up this morning and said, "2 MORE DAYS TIL MY BIRTHDAY!!!" Macy yells, "ME TOOO! AND WE WILL BOTH BE THIS MANY!" (4) I said, "why are you both 4?" They looked at each other and said, "I don't know." They are their own individual people. I am not even sure they know they are twins. Macy claims they can't be twins because she is bigger. A LONG time ago, like when Steve and I were dating, I told him I wanted 2 kids. That's all! No more! He said that he wanted 4. So we compromised on 3. Well, after our 3rd I really wanted 1 more. So, God gave us 2. Now that the twins are 4 years old (almost) I said to Steve, "just 1 more?" I got no comment, hehe. No concerns, we will not have anymore children. I wasn't completely serious :) My age is against me, along with a full house, van and schedule. My question is, how can you go from being very adament about having 2 children, to thinking that 5 children is not alot. I think when you are in the midst of chaos it just becomes normal. Speaking of children, I must relay my frustration with one of mine. Due to camping and having alot of children, Brooke missed 2 weeks of therapy. No concerns right? She's doing ok, not eating full meals but making progress. So I was excited to go to feeding clinic and tell them about her progress. We get there and she did head in without crying. She came out, because she had to go to the bathroom. Ok, we do that. Then the water works start! Crying, screaming, saying she "CAN'T", she "WON'T", etc etc. Macy and I watched through a window. The therapist was so patient with her and kind, in a very calming voice. Well, my blood was boiling and I was not a happy mama! The therapist comes out and says, "she did well, she ate 2 bites of applesauce, we just needs to catch up because we missed 2 weeks." Catch up my butt!!! So we get the van, I say nothing!! Brooke is trying to say things, I told her I was not interested in speaking to her now and nothing was said the whole way home. We got home and she said, "you're mad at me." Darn tootin I'm mad at you! I explained she is wasting our time. So it's lunchtime, she wants ice cream, I say, fine as soon as you eat a sandwich. So she eats it. 3/4 of a grilled cheese. Supper was a struggle but she did try the rice, at 8pm finally. It's a funny texture. Breakfast, she wanted french toast. And she ate 1/2 a piece of the french toast. So we go back to feeding clinic Friday. We'll see what she does. She is making progress, just doesn't want to show anyone I guess. Good thing these kids are cute :)

Insanity

That word pretty much sums up my life. I N S A N I T Y!!! I was so happy to see school come to an end. One less thing on my plate. The girls had commented their grades went down the end of the semester. Ashley said, "don't worry I told my teacher we don't study spelling words anymore in the Spring." Oh boy, we need a sensor sometimes :) So schools done, but we still had softball almost every night. Really, is that many games necessary? But when I looked on the calendar I saw a week of camping. PRAISE THE LORD, a break!!!! The day before we left for camping we had a ball game (go figure). It was Ashley's last one and an early one. I dropped off Leah at her destination, picked up Steve and we were off to t-ball. We watched the game, (even brought the dog, daring). As we were packing up we folded up chairs and guess who stuck their finger in their chair? Yup, Brooke! Oh the screaming. I wanted to look at it to see what was going on and Steve was rapidly shooing everyone in the van, getting very irritated and being short with us. When we got in the van I looked at him and he cranked on the air conditioner and he was all white. Then I got it, blood! There was blood, Steve doesn't do blood! So after a few phone calls, Brooke and I headed to the "spa" for a quick finger check. Nothing was broken, just a mangled up finger, mangled nail, dressing changes and antibiotics. She's doing well with it. (Steve's ok too, silly boy :) When we got home I sat on the couch and said, "when we actually leave for camping we leave. No more rushing." I like to be prepared and organized and I hadn't even started to pack, or get groceries. As always, everything fell into place and we were off and camping the next day. We so needed the lack of schedule. Camping was great! The kids had fun. They ran on a sugar buzz all week, which came to my disadvantage when we got home and the sugar wore off. Heavens to Betsy, it was a rough 24 - 48 hours. Re-programming children is not for the weak. Now we are home and according to my calendar it looks like we have sports camps. Why do I do this? My thought process was, I'd let each kid do 1 thing. Then I wouldn't get so busy. When you have 3 kids in things and Brooke's therapy, that makes it busy. So it just comes down to having alot of kids. It is what it is. I wouldn't change any of them and if I didn't have them I would be bored. Our dog! For some reason he liked to lay in the (non hot) fire pit. Yes, we took the dog camping. It actually went well. Brooke eating! She actually ate more than candy this week. She ate a whole smore, tried some lasgna, banana bread and more. Everyone we camped with were amazing in feeding my grazing girl :) Megs and her friends! Leah was too cool to let me take a picture of her. She probably knew it'd end up on here. The ladies laying on the laundry after we got home. It was quite comfy.