I read this today and loved it!

Sometimes I read sappy "Mommy" things and shed a tear thinking about my sweet babies growing up.  I love this time, I love almost everything about it.  I found this letter today from a friend sharing in on facebook.  How true it is.  I hope I can go back and high five myself one day when the boys are older and see that we all have made strides and that they "get it".  They get what is important in life and that they are kind to others, that they follow their BIG dreams and that they know that their dad and I have loved them both with all of our hearts. I hope they know that we did the best that we knew how to do and that we learned along the way with them.  I hope that they will be happy with what they have and what they earn.  Whether they earn a million dollars or just the respect and love of someone who will be their princess like I am to their dad.  That is the good stuff in life. 
I share this with you from the blog: http://wearethatfamily.com/  I DID NOT WRITE THIS.  I just relate to it! 

An Open Letter to the Mothers of Preschoolers:

Fun boy hanging on the rope, child's notebook page
Do you know what the hardest part of having a newborn was for me 11 years ago?
A two year old.
One day I answered the corded phone in the kitchen (yes, I’m that old) and made sure my two year old followed me. It was my mom, who lived more than 1000 miles away checking in on my chaos and her two grandchildren. My son was less than two months old, tucked safely in a bouncy seat in the other room.
I missed my mom a lot and hearing her voice was such a comfort. After a minute or so on the phone, I realized my two year old had left the kitchen. I put my mom on hold and ran to find my busy child. I had a new baby in the house and my two year old was what some might call A HANDFUL. Perhaps you know this stage?
I rounded the corner and found her leaning over her baby brother. She wasn’t hitting him and I sighed in relief. She ran off as I got close. But as I turned to head back to the phone, I noticed a strange red drool coming from my baby’s mouth out of the corner of my eye. My first thought was that he was bleeding.
My toddler tackled me from behind, “I share Momma!”
My baby smacked his lips and I sat in the middle of the floor and cried. I wondered how close my newborn came to choking and how close I was to shaking some sense into a two year old. My mom eventually hung up.
I have chased a two year old through a quiet library, screaming at the top of his lungs, both of us crying the whole way home.
I have whispered threats in the middle of the grocery store, bribing and begging my way down every aisle.
I have hung my head in shame after learning my three year old educated the church nursery staff on the details of his momma’s private parts.
I have packed my dinner in a To Go Box because we simply couldn’t make it through a meal in public with a two and four year old.
I have hated some days and longed for the quiet house that comes with the sacred nap time hour.
And for as many challenging days I had while mothering little people, there were three times as many that were simply good. Sweet chubby hugs, chocolate kisses, little hands in mine, the brilliant moment of teaching something new, watching little minds grasp and grow, counting breaths, stroking sleepy heads, the wonder of everyday.
But this letter isn’t a reminder to LOVE EVERY MINUTE  and LIVE IN THE MOMENT because one day it will all be gone. You get that. You’ve watched your tiny bundle turn into a toddler, you’ve packed away little onesies and big memories and I know you know your children are a precious gift from God. But honestly, there are some moments we don’t ever want to relive, there are some phases we won’t miss and there are some burdens of guilt we don’t need to carry.
You are normal. Yes, this season is beautiful and amazing. But it is equally hard. What you do in your boring, every day tantrum- filled life is important. You are molding, you are shaping. You are raising children who will eventually be able to wipe themselves. God willing.
I made a lot of mistakes. I was too hard and too soft and too human. And I probably only did two things right: I loved my little children and I loved God and did my best to introduce and intertwine the two.
With the end of every phase, another one lurks around the corner. [We are currently in the "my-tween-son-constantly-makes-noises stage and my teen daughter tells-him-what-to-do-phase. My mother in law warned these stages could last for years. Sweet mercy.] As your children get older, you will go from physical exhaustion to emotional weariness, and like it or love it not, you will get there one preschool day at a time.
Today, I have kids who are simply lovely. They are smart and funny. They care about others and are growing in grace. They can also point out a mullet a mile away, create an argument out of thin air and sometimes they make fun of grown women who wear puppy sweaters, so clearly my work isn’t done.
Yesterday my day was full of sarcastic laughter with my 11 and 13 year olds. We had intimate conversations about good stuff and mature discussions about current events. I realized how much they have taught me about motherhood and life. From their preschool days, they taught me humility and how to lay down my pride, they reminded me life isn’t always in my control and to trust God more. And today they teach me to let go a little more, to trust them, to laugh, to be ready for deep conversations, and mostly to be present.
So, momma of a preschooler or two, you are establishing routine, building character, teaching right from wrong. You are tired. Your days are long. But your every day hard work is purposeful and one day you will be my age in a quiet house. Your car will be filled with stinky tween boys and giggling teen girls. And you’ll remember these preschool days… and smile. And possibly high five someone that you made it.
Until the next phase hits.
An older momma cheering you on
- See more at: http://wearethatfamily.com/2013/09/an-open-letter-to-the-mothers-of-preschoolers/#sthash.CtnCoK0H.dpuf


Summer Fun Dress Up Days

Andrew's school had fun dress up days each week this summer.  Here are some of our costumes...

 Astronaut (one of my better efforts)
 Mad Scientist

Its over...

August 25th- My last night on maternity leave.  I cried a lot, just like I knew I would.  I mean, could you leave this sweet face?  I am so unbelievably grateful to my work and the time off that they allowed me to take.  I realize that everyone may not get 11 weeks to stay home and enjoy their babies.  I feel so fortunate that I was able to take that time and love on Will and Andrew too.  Tomorrow I start back to work and there have been many changes in the last few months.  Hopefully things will return to normal for us around here again and we will all get in a routine soon.  I have loved every.single.minute.  I hate it when its over!  
My snuggle buddy!
Sweetest baby ever
Mrs. Billie Powers kept Will at our house for the first week.  They loved each other!  She was so great!
Gift basket from my boys on my first day back at work.  So sweet and thoughtful. 
Thanks honey!
 So happy to be home with my boys at the end of the day!

Samford Fan Day

Andrew getting to meet some of the Samford football players at Fan Day.
Can't wait for football to start! Go Bulldogs!

beach- the beginning of the end

What better way to end one of the best summers ever? A trip to the beach!  Honestly, I had waited for this week throughout my whole pregnancy.  The way that I told my mom I was pregnant was that we were not going to be able to go to the beach in June because she was going to need to help keep her new grand baby.  Luckily we had one other week in August.  We went down a day early and stayed in a hotel.  Poor Andrew had a fever/stomach virus.  Yuck!  Thankfully none of us caught it and he was pretty much over it by Sunday/Monday.  It didn't slow him down though.  He loved playing in the sand and water.  The best part about this trip was that this was the first year that my grand mother came with us.  She has been staying with mom for a couple of weeks after my grandfather passed.  She loved it and the boys loved being with her.  We shopped, ate and relaxed.  It was a nice get away! 

burring mommy
my happy place
big love
little love
building sand castles
playing with dad
ready for a night out 
First Family Beach Photo
Sweet Will
watching the sun set
Great start to our last week before I go back to work!