I feel like this photo describes my life, my days, and my attitude, and my children, and what I do when someone wakes me up. Oh just kidding. But no really.
Let me give you a lil update right quick:
and by right quick I mean really absent-mindly fast because as I type someone very well could be pooping, hiding valuables in the undisclosed locations, or jumping from dangerously high altitudes.
They're supposed to be sleeping.
But you never know.
These guys are tricky. Very tricky.
We've hit some milestones in our busy, busy lives folks.
[Compared to Gideon @ 1 month]
She's sweet. and she has thigh rolls.
and I love that.
Oh you precious [9lb6oz 21 1/2inch] girl, I'm so glad God knew I needed you.
Her and I had some nice bonding time a couple of weeks ago when we both flew on an airplane for the first time to DotMom conference in Birmingham.
My brother in law is coming in this weekend to take some pictures of her.
I'm so excited, although she has a full face full of baby acne right now.
Sorry Jesus about my shallow prayer to clear her acne before pictures, but ya know...
Oh I'm just joking, really a little bit.
She is so proud and enjoys the precious people there! I'm enjoying running my errands on those mornings with only two little ones, and getting to spend a little extra one on one with my boy!
She is taking tap and ballet, and she hasn't gotten kicked out of there either! Woop!
PLUS she's behaving! and listening! and dancing! which is so cute!!!
Philip and I are pretty proud at the adjustments she's been making in her Adeline attitude lately and with all of the changes that have flooded our family lately she's done great.
So Philip finally let her have earrings, since she's been asking for them for a few weeks.
Every grocery store clerk, bank teller, and stranger passing by is given no other choice than to look at her earrings.
It's buckets of cute, but I have to pretend not to notice and contain my squeals and aws so as not to ruin man moments.
but when my kids make cute happen, I like to go with it.
Because despite what you old ladies in the grocery store think, 3 little ones 3 and under usually aren't cute. It's chaos.
Blessed chaos though.
The kind of chaos with 8 loads of clean laundry covering up every square inch of floor in my laundry room.
The kind of chaos where I slip on spilled juice while nursing a newborn but maintain composure while talking on the phone and burning chicken on the stove.
The kind of chaos where if I hear "Mommy I'm hungry." one more time after I cooked you an actual meal that you didn't touch [AGAIN] then I might throw my empty (but refilled 5 times) coffee mug straight out of the window just for dramatic effect.
But amongst the chaos there is a sweet Jesus holding my hand and forgiving me when I screw something up, which is..... a lot.
He's ever-present around here, and I love Him for that and so much more.
We are blessed.
Me and the animals I take care of.