Beds

Each time I check on my sweet sleeping children, they have shifted positions in their beds. Head on this side, then head on that; curled up in balls and then legs outstretched. Sweaty sticky-ups of hair and sweet faces on a pillow, then not on a pillow. Little arms and legs through the crib bars; not-so-little-anymore legs hanging off the edge of the toddler bed, sometimes kneeling and then back in a curled-up ball on the mattress. Buddy Boy could sure use a bigger bed. My, how they grow! Developing little personalities and minds of their own (but with Daddy's good nature and my stubbornness) by day, then snuggling in, and rolling rolling rolling across the mattress til finding the perfect place by night. I love the quiet, when they are sound asleep and dreaming of whatever they dream of, and I forget about the cares and the time-outs and the peas flung across the room and the many happenings of the day. The quiet reminds me how much I love my babies. 

Then all at once she awakes and calls out with a sleepy, hoarse little cry. As I hold her in my arms he wanders in, bleary-eyed and carrying the essentials - car blankie, Llama Llama, pillow. I should send him back to his bed but I don't. I kind of like having everyone in here. Tuck him in on the floor, feed her a midnight snack, exchange some happy smiles and blow kisses back and forth (her latest trick), then all returns to quiet as we climb into our beds.

Remembering

Sometimes being a mom is hard. Like, for example, at five in the morning when your baby awakes for the second time in the same two-hour period (or so it seems, for time - as well as perspective - is blurred at such an early hour).

I change another diaper as Little Miss fusses and whines loudly. "Shhh, don't wake up the whole house, Sweet Pea." (You see, we are staying at Nana's for spring break.) I nurse her again to quiet her. As Daddy stirs, I whine and fuss a bit myself, but he quickly rolls over and goes back to sleep (as daddies often do).

I start to grumble as Little Miss starts to fill her diaper again; but then I stop myself short, and remember. You see, at an early hour such as this, it's easy to forget. So as I hold my little sweetheart with her happy little 5 a.m. smile, and as I listen to my four-year-old utter a sweet prayer that he won't have scary dreams, I remember. I remember why I love my babies so. I remember the joy I feel when I see these little smiling faces (especially during daylight hours). I remember what a privilege it is to be their mama.

Screaming match over a jar of carrots

Ella is very happy. And very vocal. 

Ella nods her head

We took this video about a month ago. Ella had started nodding her head a lot to communicate...what a smart girl :)

lately I am loving

THIS amazing guy.

THIS four-year-old.

THIS cute girl.

THIS moby wrap (but especially the girl in it).

THIS song.

and the fact that we are going to Utah in SEVEN DAYS!!!

Lucky

What a lucky girl I am to get to see these two adorable faces every day!! Ahh, I love being a mommy :)

I want pie.

Today was one of those slap-you-back-to-reality-after-Thanksgiving-break kind of days.

Pumpkin pie withdrawals abound.

Trying to convince my son that we can't lie around watching Christmas movies all day was almost as hard as convincing mySELF to not stay in my pajamas and lie around watching Christmas movies all day.

My piano student arrives while my baby is napping and son is in "quiet time." Her lesson ends with Little Miss in my arms, barely holding back the tears, and Big Brother (having just slid down the long staircase on top of a slippery sleeping bag) snuggling in his sleeping bag in the doorway while snoring loud, pretend snores during my student's rendition of "Silent Night." 

Little Miss must be held at all times, making getting things done quite tricky. (Wait, I'm supposed to actually get things done again? I want to just laze around and flip through Netflix while eating pumpkin
pie.)

Husband returns home after school and practically falls asleep at the dinner table.

Later my house is still, everyone is asleep, and I am about to climb into bed, when I realize that I never even completed the first thing on my to-do list today (Sad, right? I did do some other things, I swear!). I take about a minute and clean the toilet, then hop back into bed and check it off my list.

Whew, I'm ready for Christmas break already!

sometimes I miss living in the dorms...

I was just remembering these great videos my brother made at BYU, and missing him as he is a missionary for the Mormon Church in Oaxaca, Mexico. Although I don't get the inside jokes in the video, it is totally reminiscent of living in the dorms at BYU - so you gotta love it! Enjoy!

oh and p.s. my brother is the awesome one playing the piano/singing. Miss him!!

Sibling Love

It doesn't get much better than this.

jeans on

It must be documented that little Ella Bay wore her first jeans today. Because of the "cold" Texas weather (ha), I decided to break out some clothes I bought for her to wear in Utah at Christmas time.

I think we may freeze when we get to Utah...

Oh but look how cute she is.