Life

Balance. Anyone got that figured out yet? Not just balance of time and activities, but balance of emotions. Just this morning, I was up early {the Honey plays basketball at 6am Friday mornings} and excited to squeeze in a blog post of this week's happening's before the household was up. I no sooner opened my computer to begin editing a few photos when I heard the creak of a bedroom door open. Annoyed. I was annoyed. Annoyed that I couldn't sit down and reflect and gush about how much I love and enjoy my children because now one of them was up and demanding my attention. Hmmmm, balance.

If you're a mom you know what happened next. The domino effect. They're all up. I'm sitting at the dining room table and not cozied in my bed. My thoughts are not organized. I have little fingers trying to reach at the keyboard and the lovely serenade of The Fresh Beat Band in the background. One child wants pancakes and another wants yogurt. My saving grace is that the coffee is already brewed and poured.

I've resolved to push through the craziness of the moment to reflect and gush because these moments deserve to be remembered. Like making bird's nest cookies and watching their faces light up when I serve them.

Afternoons spent reading on the couch. Juliana has blossomed as a reader and has been generous to share her newly acquired skill with Trent. Not only does she read to him, she has taught him how to read himself. Now let's not get too crazy. Neither will be reading The Hunger Games this weekend, but both have the skill set to sound out words and read almost ever Dr. Seuss book we own.

And then there's this one. She keeps us on her toes. She's busy and vibrant and we continue to fall more in love with her.

Lately getting the mail has been a big deal. An anticipated event that stirs excitement when they finally hear the mail truck rounding the corner and onto our street. As for the little one, any opportunity to run out the front door is one she takes.

Lastly, it was viewing week at dance. It never fails, I always get a little teary. Seeing her clad in her leotard and tap shoes is one of the sweetest sights. At home she is the big girl, the one I rely on {maybe a little too much} for helping with the other two, but when she's at dance I'm captivated by her littleness. I'm reminded that she's still only five.

When I started this post is was 6:02 am. It is now 5:24 and we are supposed to be at some friend's for dinner in 6 minutes. Life. That's our life. We have our kinks, but overall it's pretty great. Praying you all have a blessed weekend ~Lisa