|Handsome Little Man is|
such an "old soul"
Ok, so some things we've learned, along with some random observations:
Coffee. We thought we were addicts before, but now? I think I've tripled my coffee consumption since the kids came home, and there is no signs of that decreasing in the foreseeable future. The 25 pounds of coffee beans that we brought back from Ethiopia aren't going to last very long at this rate.
We talk about poop. A lot. We rejoice over various stages of poop. Firm poop is now Facebook worthy, despite my friend's criticisms. I have tried to be positive and not share that we are, again, dealing with poop issues. Shhhh.
The music we listen to needs to be more carefully filtered. We are opposed to Jayce and Anya singing along to "Coal Mine" before they are two. Zac Brown, however, is acceptable in any form. ??? (Well, he should be.)
Morning snuggles with Jayce are the best ever.
It's refreshing to be "the parent". I don't have to worry about someone else dictating my choices. Obviously I'm dong the best I can, and obviously there are times I need advice. (Ok, I often need advice.) However, if I want to pick up a cheerio off the floor and put it back on their plate, that's my call. If I want to boil the toy that has fallen on the floor, that's also my call. It's nice. Philip and I agree that we could never do this with someone else's kids. It would feel too threatening.
Nothing is more important than spending time with the kiddos.
|First Otter-Pop from the|
neighbor girl next door
I am even more grateful for my husband, and I depend on him more than ever. His patience, enthusiasm, endurance and resourcefulness is crazy. I love him so much!
You can never pack enough snacks.
Our definition of "dirty" has changed dramatically. Now, if it's just a little food, it's still clean. Or just a little pee. Or just a little dirt. Or just a little slobber. Poop, however, is always dirty. Yuck.
I have had to evaluate my priorities, and choose wisely. At least, I have to choose. Since I only have maybe two hours a day to myself, during nap, I cannot do everything I would want to. Nap? Blog? Movie? Time with Husband? Cook? Clean? Laundry? Read? Garden? Jog? Chat with a friend? Yeah, I can't do it all. A lot has slipped through the cracks, mostly housework.
The aspect that has suffered the most is my time with God. I have not yet really figured out how that is supposed to work yet, and how to do that in a way to show the kids it's importance.
|Baby Girl "painting" in the bath tub with|
shaving cream and food coloring
I find myself evaluating whether friends' kids would be a good influence on my kids.
Calling someone back within a reasonable amount of time is.... um... a thing of the past. Sorry.
A tank of gas lasts, like, 2 weeks now. We don't really go anywhere during the week anymore.
It's hard to get used to finding such tiny clothing in my laundry pile or other places in the house. Then, there were tiny helicopters in my shower. Wha?? Oh, yeah. I have kiddos now.
I am eternally glad that we brought home two kiddos instead of one. They don't really "entertain" each other, but they are a source of comfort for each other. They are beginning to interact more and it's both a relief and kinda fun to watch.
|Baby girl all giddy that she has|
a pretty dress for Auntie Grace
and Uncle Jonathan's wedding
The mere presence of coffee in my day, whether I actually have the presence of mind to drink it or not, can lift my spirits! Though, forgetting to drink it results in disaster.
All social activities revolve around nap time. Pity the poor person who angers of the gods of Nap.
|Jayce wiping Anya's nose this evening.|
She wasn't thrilled
Pushing a stroller is hard work! It seems to increase my workout by at least half. What before might have been an easy 3 1/2 mile walk all of a sudden becomes a drenched-in-sweat-look-like-crap experience.
I'm not a fan of being hit on by creepy guys while pushing a stroller. I don't know what the attraction is. I'm not a fan of being hit on by anyone, really, but it's unnerving in the above circumstance.
Being a parent is..... unlike anything I've done before. Obviously. I don't really feel "stressed" by it, but every muscle in my back and neck is tight. I don't feel pressured to live up other others' parenting ideals, but I feel overwhelmed by my own. My kiddos are the best in the world, I can't imagine any other small folk fitting into our family so perfectly.
|A safe place to be|
Look at how they have changed in the last 5 weeks (from when we took custody):