Zooming In and Out

Today I was taking pictures for a friend’s website. All was going well until Clara woke up from her nap, and Olive finished watching Little Einsteins. They were so interested in what I was doing! In fact, they would not leave me alone. Luckily I still got the pictures I was going for. Here are a few that I LOVE.

Gorgeous embroidery thread

A rainbow of crochet yarn

Even though I managed to get the shots I needed, I thought I’d share a few of my outtakes.

I spy with my little eye, a baby finger!

This is what you see when I zoom all the way out from the pictures I was trying to take.

Clara our little charmer.

In reflecting on trying to get these pictures done I now realize that I was “zoomed in” on the task at hand. But when I zoomed out, my two girlies were there and in need of attention. It made me realize how often I am zoomed in on the wrong things in life. This isn’t a new realization or anything as I am fully aware that I’m often focused on the wrong thing. It was just a nice (and not harsh) reminder to be in the moment, and to zoom in on what matters most.

Life Moves Pretty Fast

If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.

How is it that my day-to-day life seems to drag and is a never ending cycle of dishes, laundry, picking up toys, making meals, changing diapers, and helping with homework. But when I step back and “look up” our little Miss Clara is on the verge of turning one.

Anyone know how can I enjoy the day-to-day without getting bogged down in it?

Anyone?

Bueller?

Instagram Round Up 1

Every time I say Instagram I want to say, “Insta-ma-gram” a la Homer Simpson’s Saxomaphone.  Random, I know.

Anyway, I’ve been taking a lot of pictures with Instagram these days, and have decided to post all that I’ve taken during the week on Fridays.  At least, that’s the plan.

So here we go.

I never thought I’d have two in diapers. But I do. And honestly, even though sometimes it’s totally nutso at our house (or church, or resturants, or Target, or Costco, or anywhere), I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Gwen turned five!

I can’t believe how old she is and how old she looks all of a sudden.

Her favorite color is blue, so we decorated with all kinds of blue crepe paper. Cheap, fun, and cute.

Two babies means that sometimes they share the changing table. I realize that I don’t have to do this and that I could put Clara on the floor when I’m changing Olive, but they love the interaction (and so do I).

A bed-headed Olive playing on the phone. I wonder if kids even recognize these toys as phones since today’s telephones don’t look like this at all!

Morning snuggles, just my baby girl and me.

Driving with Dave. I have a crush.

There is an Emu that we like to visit in the next town. It’s awesome because it’s so random. It’s like this: “Oh look, there’s a cute little house. Look at the pretty flowers in that yard. Oh there’s a cute doggie. Check out the emu in that yard. Now we’re at Target.”

Last night Dave and I went to hear the talented and amazing Jessica Hische speak. I wish I had just 1% of her talent because she is the goddess of lettering & illustration.

And that, my friends is this week’s Instagram Round Up. Do you have an iPhone and are you on Instagram? If so, let’s be friends.

I Have Great “Helpers”

I love it when Clara is in her crib and starts fussing…hang on. I don’t actually love the fussing part, but I love that I can ask my girls to go give her a binkie/talk to her/sing to her/play with her/hold her off for a few more minutes until I can get to her.

The other day I asked Gwen for help, and Olive tagged along so I’m not entirely sure who is to blame/credit for their “help.” Every toy in close proximity was given to her, and a Mickey Mouse hat.

She looks pretty content, actually.

This one just makes me laugh. Any time anything gets near her mouth, her tongue pops out. Can you see it?

I really do have great little helpers.

Wha? Huh?

I feel like my life is a blur these days. I’m 36 weeks pregnant (okay, actually 35 weeks and 5 days) and so, so, so tired.

And I’m lazy. Well, I feel lazy. Life isn’t letting me be as lazy as I would like to be. There are still places to be, children to feed and clothe, and laundry that never, ever, ever ends.

I recently told Dave that laundry, dishes, and crumbs are NEVER ENDING. He was sympathetic and did the dishes for me. Actually, he does the dishes a lot. He’s a keeper, that one.

I have completely adopted Scarlet O’Hara’s “I’ll think about it tomorrow” attitude.

Get another crib? Eh. That can wait.
Get bunk beds for the girls? We’ll do that next Saturday.
Get baby clothes out and washed? Yeah, I’ll do that later.

I have nesting desires, but no energy to follow through.

But I can feel the panic starting to set in. I am beginning to FREAK OUT.

FOUR KIDS?!
Olive is only going to be a little more than 15 months old!
Our house is TEENY! How are we going to fit?!
My kids already wear me out! How can I possibly add another one?

Yes, I realize it’s a little too late to go back on this. But still. These are my panicked thoughts as of late.

Then. I think about what’s coming. How can I possibly be freaking out about this?

Miss Olive, just eleven hours old

Miss Olive, just eleven hours old

And those other three monkeys running around here? They are everything to me. As tiring and they can be, I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Some would call me lucky.

But I know I’m just extremely blessed.

A Reason to Stay in Bed

Olive has been on an amazing sleeping streak the last few weeks. I kept thinking it was just a fluke and that if I said anything out loud I would jinx it. It’s become another one of the many reasons why I love her so much. Easy baby=happy mommy.

When she wakes up in the morning Dave brings her into bed with me. She eats, hangs out, kicks, squeals, smiles and then falls back to sleep. If the stars are aligned, I can sneak away and leave her there to nap, while I get ready for the day.

But today, I didn’t want to sneak away. I wanted to lay there with her, stare at her little face, kiss those chubby cheeks, and maybe sneak in a few more minutes of sleep myself.

Then Gwen came in. “Mom, my diaper is wet.”

So I drag myself out of bed, away from this little piece of heaven, to go clean her sister’s bum. And these are the days of my life.

The Pickiest Eater on the Planet

Allow me to introduce Gwen, The Pickiest Eater on the Planet.

Ok, I might be exaggerating, but only a little bit.  Her pickiness really is off the charts. For example, last night, she turned up her nose at pizza.

PIZZA!

She acted like we were force feeding her brussel sprouts. “No pizza for dinner! NO PIZZA FOR DINNER!”

Even though she is SUPER picky, she does eat oatmeal for breakfast nearly every morning.

How do we get her to eat oatmeal, you ask?

Sprinkles.

Yep, sprinkles. One morning in a desperate attempt to get her to eat anything in our kitchen, Dave disguised her bowl of boring ol’ oatmeal with a dash of decorative sugar.

While I recognize the fact that we are making her healthy breakfast not so healthy, I’d like you to know that we barely put any on at all. I’d say there’s maybe 1/4 of a teaspoon.

If that.

What can I say? Desperate times call for desperate measures.

our space

Someone has a bad case of the mondays.  

Can you guess which one?

an apology to my body

Dear Body,

I am sincerely sorry that I put you through that spinning class last night. I realize that you haven’t had that hard of a workout since Gwen was born. However, it was for the best. I think I am more sorry for not having worked you that hard in such a long, long time. I also realize that I need to take better care of you and that the extra pounds you have been carrying around these past few years are even worse than the spinning class from last night. Yes, even worse.

So if you will cooperate with me, I believe it is in our best interest that we continue attending these classes. If we do so, I see a bright future ahead of us. And believe me when I say that I will feel the pain when you do.

You know I love you.

h o ll y

a day in our life

Yesterday went down like this:

Woke up feeling rather lazy and lethargic. Talked to Kristy on the phone and made a deal. I had to go workout right then and she would go today(wednesday). I took the girls on a 40 minute walk (the big loop) so I hope you went today Kris! When I got home and put the stroller back in my car, I locked my keys in it as well. Errands were scratched off my list of things to do at that point. I am just so smooth sometimes, it really is quite impressive.

Inez came up to me and said, “Mom look what I’m doing! Do you want to take my picture?” After returning with my camera I had her pose again. I’m not sure why this was supposed to be so impressive and/or picture worthy, but I humor her.

Felt overwhlemed because of this

and this

Trying to get creative for a little craft party that I’m wanting to hold (a.k.a. “stamp camp”, but I really hate that name, it’s so cheesy).

Decorated for Halloween.


“Do you want me in the picture too Mom?” she asked as she got in front of the lens.

Okay Mom K., remember how last year I found the last one of these guys after Halloween at Roberts or some place like that?

Well, I found them again this year at Tai Pan Trading Co. and bought one for you (you’re welcome).

Dave loves this decoration and said to me when we got out our boxes of decorations the other day, “We should get rid of all the decorations that aren’t like this and we should only buy this kind of stuff from now on.” Hmph. How do I interpret that one?

After getting Gwen down for her nap, Inez and I made pumpkin cookies for the second time this week. A bad thing since it was only Tuesday.
And Liz you would LOVE these.

Inez tried on her new skirt.
She decided that she wanted to keep it on all day because it was good for dancing.

Impromptu dance party(USA)



Danced to this song:

After feeling rested, Gwen rejoined us and proceeded to follow Inez around everywhere.



But got hung up on the chair, climbing up and getting down, climbing up and getting down. Again and again and again.

Then she refocused and followed Inez around again, this time under Daddy’s desk to check out the vent where Inez was playing Jingle Bells(don’t ask).

After eating some fresh zucchini from our garden (which Gwen loves but Inez won’t touch with a ten-foot pole)

we got our jim-jams on. Thanks Aunty Kiki for the cool hand-me-down jammies!

The girls went to sleep without a fight (another prayer answered).

Dave went to work tweaking our blog, but should have been working on some freelance. He finally did, for hours.
And I finally got in a groove and kicked out a few cards. This is one of my faves.

We went to bed at 2am.

Today I am EXHAUSTED and it’s time to start all over, again.