Thanks God for my iPhone.
Seriously, it is with me ALWAYS, and acts as a perfect camera at those photo-opp moments.
Too bad most of those pictures never make it off my cellular device.
Until today.
Today, I want to share with you, my life - according to my iPhone.
A few weeks ago, we visited a pumpkin patch. Ben has been working overtime on the weekends, and so we do AN.Y.THING. to fill the time.
I teach at a Learning Center twice a week, and my kids get to attend as well. I have the privilege of having this little cutie-pa-tootie in my class. Isn't she a doll? She must have good genes. (did I mention she is my niece?)
Here is a capture of Ellie Kate's room post-"nap-time." Yeah, some nap. But I did get some chores done - which are now overshadowed by the fact that I will spend the next hour helping my three year old clean up this mess.
At least once a day, I threaten the old, "I am going to take every single toy out of this room and give it to a little girl who will treat them kindly!" speech.
Sometimes, it is a fight to get my kids to eat their meals. Snacks are no problem, but mean times with vegetables, protein, and fiber - no way, now how, no thanks.
So I get creative.
They will eat exponentially better when seated on the counter. (don't worry, I am always within an arm's reach.)
My brother, a children's pastor, is hosting a HUMUNGO carnival as his church. They have thousands of pieces of candy donated for the event. And my kids, and their cousin, decided to go for a swim.
Here is Stone and I just about every Saturday morning - dressed in our Ohio State gear. He is the only one I can sway to my side - mostly because he is the only one I still dress.
My little man adores his big sisters. And they adore him. Ellie Kate is a terrific mini mom.
Ellie Kate's massive shoe collection. Oy Vay.
When I found out I was preggo with Peyton, only seven months after giving birth to Ellie Kate, I cried. In fact, I cried for weeks. Just ask my mom.
When I found out it was a girl, I cried some more. You know, just because.
And now I cry some more. I cry when I watch these two best friends play, share, giggle, hurt, and love every single day. They are crazy about each other, and I am crazy about them.
Oh, I forgot, they also throw massive temper tantrums together.
Stone loves to stand at the back window and just watch the dogs run around in the backyard. He is definitely going to be an outside kid.
This kid's expressions melts my heart.
Typical Peyton. She always makes things a little bit more difficult than they have to be. For instance, why pick the normal sized Dora the Explorer when you can have one that is LIFE SIZED!
Ahhhh..... Stone's crib bumper - handmade in Boston. Maybe one day it will actually go in his crib in his one room. You know, whenever he has his own room. Please God, soon?
I don't know why I subject myself to the punishment of consignment sales. Oh yea, because of the great deals. I actually worked the one this year. Here was my view from my station.
Funny thing is, I think I went to high school with the girl digging through that sock/leggings tub.
Phew, that was fun. Any of you have any interesting pics of our phones? Link up in the comments! Or feel free to comment on anything of your choosing.
J
2 comments:
Hey girl! Love the pics! So, about your kids not eating their meals, but eating snacks. Mine did that too...so I took away their snacks. Or, I should say, I control them now. They aren't allowed to run around the house with a sippy cup (except Kinley or for special reasons, like football games or something) and we always eat at the table, whether snack or meal. That way, they eat the more nutritious stuff. And, I even make their snacks more healthy, sometimes. Oh, and Brianna and Nate have to drink from a big kid cup...that also helped tremendously with potty training, because it game me an idea when they would need to potty. BTW...you look great! I can't wait to get back into the losing weight routine. Only a few more months!
I thought our consignment sale was huge until I saw your picture. Dear me! Where is that?
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