After two weeks I still have 30,000 items that need to be deleted in my trash can (I think I had over 100,000 when it started, a problem I know), this pretty much sums up my summer. I have let so many things fall behind and I'm now cleaning up the messes, however it has been a glorious few months. I am trying to figure out how to deal with the thousands of pictures I have on file as a result and how to catch up here on the blog.
I did find these photographic gems at the bottom of "my pile" on my desk. I didn't appreciate the photos when the big boys first brought them home, but now they are a long lost treasure I didn't know I had. I love their sweet faces.
When the boys were born I used to have people tell me how wonderful it was to have my retirement secure because the boys would be professional ball players. It would frustrate me for so many reasons that don't need to be hashed out here, but here's the deal. My boys like sports, but they prefer other things, so sports are not a priority for them and thus they choose to focus their time in other areas like science and engineering. I can't wait to see what the future will bring for them.
Professions are a tricky subject at our house, one day while driving in the car Brick said, "Mom, when I grow up I'm going to be a rock star!" To which I quickly replied, "Oh, I hope not." With great indignation Brick retorted, "IT'S MY CHOICE!"
I had no idea he felt so strongly about it. Of course 10 minutes later he changed his mind and wanted to be a race car driver so I didn't take offense. I did however love this frustrated face he gave the camera as I was retelling the story.
As I have already posted one sad picture adding another will hopefully not give you the impression that our lives are filled with sorrow and disappointment. We have our fair share of tears shed, we're a typical family (although perhaps your family doesn't cry as much as ours) and bath time for Loaf is a horrible experience. I couldn't help but document this phase in her life when washing her hair is the worst thing to ever happen. Look at that pout, it's so sad!
I finally pulled myself together and decided that if I was already in the process of potty training one baby, Ellie, I should face my laziness head on and potty train Loaf. She is the cutest thing running around in only her panties, cheering when she has successfully gone to the bathroom. Potty training is not one of my preferred tasks, however Loaf's great success has reminded me that potty training a girl is so much easier than potty training a boy! Ellie is doing great as well.
I did draw the word "strength" on the top of my journal to remind me that I can do hard things, like potty training. I need the reminder in other areas as well. I am constantly reminded that with the Lord all things are possible and that He will give me added strength to accomplish the hard things life has to offer.
As we are speaking of hard things, this picture of Fred preparing to clean the boys' bathroom makes me giggle. This might be the least favorite cleaning job and Fred is taking all precautions. Loved the belt she created with all the supplies, of course the clothes pin on her nose is a great touch.
Brick loves to pick flowers and creates little bouquets for everyone. I think Munch received quite a few these past few weeks since she has been home. He missed her so much and would hand her a flower and tell her how beautiful she is. Little brothers can sometimes be so sweet!
This face is the sweetest thing ever, even if there are the remains of breakfast still on his mouth. Dash's eyes get me every time. He bats his eyes and I find it hard to resist his pleadings. I can't tell you how much I love this little man, well all my children really. As challenging as motherhood is I wouldn't change anything about my life.
I know Arnold would change the fact that I always seem to have the camera in her face, but I have assured her that other siblings have it much worse so she should appreciate that I neglect her. She was not amused as you can tell by her expression. She was working on remaking a blouse. She is talented and finding sketches lying around the house of things she would like to create makes me happy.
With the summer quickly coming to a close Gus is spending every waking moment in a book, rereading her favorites and savoring the magical places she has traveled. Soon her time will be filled with text books and math assignments and these quiet afternoons spent outside will be only a memory.
As I have poured over the summer pictures, reliving all the different experiences and lessons learned I marvel that such a few short months could bring about such great change. Our lives are different as we start a new school year, but then I suppose it happens like this every year. Perhaps I only notice it more because I am documenting our lives differently now. Whatever the reason gratitude fills my heart with overflowing love and appreciation for the blessings and trials that have shaped our lives.