PinkBlush Maternity

Never have I ever needed to buy maternity clothes..

I'm one of "those" women. 

But chasing around preschoolers all day and being a mom of two very active little girls I realized that this time around maternity clothes are where it's at! as far as being comfortable and fashionable during pregnancy. 

So when Pinkblush Maternity contacted me about collaborating with them I was Thrilled! 

They have some of the most trendy maternity clothes! 

Here are my faves from their collection of stylish maternity clothing: 

This blue rose maternity top is so soft, flowy, & gorgeous that I never want to take it off. 

Anyone who knows me KNOWS that I love hoodies! And this floral hoodie is no exception! I have a feeling I will be wearing this often and even after baby boy comes. 

Feeling cute during pregnancy does not come easy for me. But this Floral maxi maternity dress makes me feel elegant and confident. :)

If you're pregnant and needing fashionable & comfortable maternity clothing head over to pinkblushmaternity.com
You wont be disappointed!

Xoxo

The last Andrus :)

We are having another baby!!! 

Our last baby. 

And we could not be anymore excited! 

It took a long time for us to get here.

There were heart breaks.

It was a bumpy road. 

But I believe that everything happens for a reason. 

I believe that we struggled because I needed to fight for this baby.

We as a family needed to fight for this baby. 

The girls needed to be ready & excited about having another little person come into our family.

Ben needed to be just as invested in having a baby as me. 

& I needed to be 100% ready to have a baby & to give myself time to get over how hard the newborn phase was with both of my kids so that I can be ready to have a baby with my husband. 

To not be alone for the first 6 months again. 

To not be stressed out about playing mom & dad to a new baby again. 

Because this time Ben will be home.

 

I won't be alone.

& I have two little girls already eager to help feed, change, dress, love, & bathe their new baby brother or sister. 

I get to be excited this time! 

(Not that my other two little loves weren't exciting but the amount of stress that came along with them both was overwhelming)

And this time I can & will take pictures of our baby bump. I don't care who it annoys.

I didn't the last two times because I was uncomfortable with my body, I was worried about being compared to other pregnant people around me (again), and I was worried about annoying others with posts/pictures of something that is insignificant to them but means everything to me and my family.

This time I don't care. 

I'm pregnant and ecstatic about it! 

& I don't care whether I am bigger or smaller than someone else. 

I am going to enjoy this last little miracle. 

 

"Sweetie"

Today while listening to my kids play house with their dolls I heard the way I speak to them in the way the mom dolls spoke to the kid dolls. 

Things like "sweetie, if you don't stop talking for two minutes mommies head is going to explode" 

And "honey, get off of that table before you fall a crack you're head open" 

And "sweetie, if you keep throwing your toys they will break, do you understand me?" 

to be honest I'm a little relieved. 

They see me as the mom who calls them sweetie or honey when I'm frustrated. Rather then the mom who screams a yells to get her point across. 

I was raised in a home where the louder dad/mom got the more trouble you were in. 

I knew I was in for it when I heard my dad shout "Kelcey Kae Fowlks, get your butt in here now!!!"that was the point in which I chose to hide most of the time. ;) 

Yelling was something we did often in our home growing up, we are a loud family. 

Ben's family... Not so much. 

So our first year of marriage was a struggle, I'd get mad and I'd yell. He would get mad and go silent. 

It took a while for him to learn to talk when he was hurt or upset and I took me even longer to learn not to yell when I was hurt or upset. 

We have spent a lot of time over the past 6 years talking about what we want our family to be like, what type of parents we want to be, what type of communication is acceptable in our home. 

We've both chosen the positive aspects of our upbringings and applied them in our parenting. 

I chose to make a change, I don't want to yell at my kids (I have my days where it happens, I am not perfect). 

I don't spank/get physical with my kids when I'm upset.

I don't want them make choices based on how afraid they are of me/ or my yelling.

 Kids make mistakes.

It's part of growing up. And I don't feel like screaming at my kids til I'm blue in the face or  a spanking or a smack will do any one any good. 

Children learn more from your example then they do from you're words. 

The way I react to a situation is how they will act in the future.

Do I want them to scream at others for their mistakes? No.

Do I want them to be physical/violent with someone because they are bigger/stronger? No. 

So I have to be the example. 

I have to be constantly aware of how I'm feeling and how im showing it. 

And today listening to them play was like getting a small reward for doing things the way I believe is best. :) 

Evelynnes doll was throwing a fit and Chloies mommy doll said "honey, I know you're not happy but if you tell me what's wrong instead of screaming I can help you fix the problem." 

That right there was confirmation that they actually listen to me while in middle of tempertantrum. 

Parenting win! :) 

The Forgotten Blog

I haven't posted anything to my blog in months! Honestly hadn't even thought about it until someone asked me if I had a blog.... 

It's so much easier to post a cute pic with a short caption to Instagram or Facebook, so I've neglected the blog. 

But for some reason Instagram and Facebook have become much less appealing lately. (Maybe I'm getting to old for it? Maybe I just have more important thing to worry about then what's going on on social media.. Dunno it's just less appealing)

So I'm reviving the old blog. :) 

Since I last posted (back in March) quite a bit has happened! 

Birthdays, anniversaries, family parties, remodeling, lots of projects, new job, separation anxiety, first sleepovers... Just a lot of little things. 

It's been a year with lots of ups and downs, lots of smiles and frowns, but I think as a family we've grown a lot. 

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I now spend three days a week playing with preschoolers. It's a blast. It's been a big change for my little family BUT a good change. Feeling like I contribute to our family financially makes things less stressful for me. And getting out of the house to do something more then grocery shop gives me a purpose (and pushes me to not wear sweats or workout clothes daily and to socialize with other adults, ha!). 

I know that being a mom is the most important thing I can do but it's also important to make sure I'm doing something that I enjoy so that I can be the kind of mom I want to be. :) 

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Chloie had her first sleep over at aunt Whitney's  house with her cousins (paisley, rylee, and hadlee). It was nerve wracking for me to leave her but I did it and I'm glad I did! I'm lucky to have such an awesome sister in law! (You should have seen the looks I got from some of my family members when I said I had never spent a night away from them... Hilarious. I'm a freak show I guess! )  

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Today Ben and I decided to clean out our closets and donate everything we don't wear... From my closet alone: 24 pairs of jeans, 40 shirts, 12 pairs of shoes, 2 jackets, 4 dresses, 7 swimsuits, and 6 belts later my closet is pretty much empty... It was such a relief getting rid of all those clothes though. Felt like a fresh start!  I recommend it! ;)

There is something about starting fresh that I love.

 A new coat of paint gives a room a whole new feel. 

A new piece of furniture or decor adds something special to a space.

 A new hair color changes the way you feel about yourself. 

Freshly cut grass & Freshly bathed babies smell like heaven. 

A new workout pushes you to be better.

New recipes/ food inspire new ideas.

New friends push you out of your comfort zone. 

New places and new experiences are exhilarating. 

Start fresh this week.

 Try something new, get out of your comfort zone! 

Love the life you're living and try to care less about what others think! 

-That's my goal!-

Perspective

Today I was a referee, a shaufer, a maid, a cook, a search engine (I'll explain later), a doctor, a cheerleader, and an entertainer. 

I'm a mom. 

I spend my days dealing with the horrors of potty training (poop covered everything), making snacks every hour (my kids are grazers), sending screaming-yelling-hitting-pinching-hair pulling little girls to their separate corners, answering a million questions (and when I don't know the answer I'm told to find it= human search engine), I fix all the owies, I cheer for all the little successes, and I dance around my house like a psycho just to make little people giggle. 

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Some days are quiet. Some days are LOUD!! 

Some days Donatello and princess Ana run my house and other days it's rupunzle and Arora. 

Some days are a whirl wind of chaos and tantrums. Some days are calm and snugly. 

Some days I feel alone. Isolated. 

Some days I feel overwhelmed and surrounded. Deperately in need of being alone. 

Some days my house is clean.... That's a lie, my house is always clean... Underneath all the toys and dress ups and sticky fingerprints... My house is clean.... 

But today.... Today was something more than all of those "some days". 

Today I was a mom. 

Today I was loved. 

Today I was kissed and hugged. 

Today I was needed. 

Today I was able to do everything. 

Today was messy. 

really messy. 

There were still tantrums and less then perfect behavior (from my kids and from me). 

Today I chose to appreciate all the imperfections. The poop painted bathroom was a learning experience for both child and mom. 

The tenth snack of the day meant we had enough food in our pantry. 

The ninja turtles and princess that rule our home mean my children have imaginations. 

The fights over toys give me an opportunity to teach them to share/take turns. 

It's all about perspective. 

I am dang lucky to be a mom. 

And I refuse to let this blessing become a burden. 

Chloie

Chloie has become quite the chatter box as of late. And has bee spouting the most random things. 

Some e of my favorite things she says have been: 

"I haven't seen this in TWENTY years!!!" - while cleaning her room. 

"I'm six years old, mom! I'm not a child" - whenever I ask her to do something. 

"I don't know how to make bodies! My mom made us" referring to building a Lego robot. 

"You're the most beautiful, and beautifullest, beautifuller mommy ever" when I tell her she's beautiful. :) 

She is the funniest little girl. 

I really enjoy being with her all day everyday and being able to watch her become a "person".  

Be the good

Being a mommy is hard work. 

Whether you are a working mom or a stay-at-home mom. (I've done both)

IT IS DIFFICULT. 

And to be a mom now days is especially hard. 

Because we make it hard on eachother. 

Maybe it's just my size and my youthful appearance, but I get A TON of unsolicited "advice". 

Anyone else experience this? 

I generally have at least three kids with me everywhere I go and (almost) without fail someone stops me to offer a word of advice. Or to tell me I'm tooyoung to have Sooo many kids. Or my personal favorite the "your child wouldn't behave that way if you didn't/weren't (insert something condescending here)"

It's a wonderfully opinionated world we live it, isn't it?

I even had a man refuse to open a door for me while I was holding my 40lb special needs neice, dragging my (kicking and screaming) two year old, and pleading with my three year old to keep up. After which he said "if you put the big one down and let her walk your life might be easier" to which I replied "if she could walk on her own I wouldn't being carrying her". 

So, why is it that when we see someone struggling we offer up judgment instead of a helping hand?

Do we honestly think we know more/better than everyone else?

What I am getting at here is  next time you see someone in need (whether they're struggling with an ornery child or just have their hands full) offer up a helping hand, or a KIND word. 

Be the good in someone's day. 

Put yourself in someone else's situation and treat them how you would want to be treated. 

Miss Evelynne

It's the middle of the night. Evelynne is snuggled up on my chest asleep. 

In just a few hours she will be two years old - though she's been acting two for months now ;) 

 

::Birthday letter:: 

Dear sweet Evelynne, 

In the morning you will be two!! 

I cannot believe just how quickly you have gone from being placed on my chest -just moments old- to being a talkative, outgoing, independent (almost) two year old.

I love watching you explore, create, and play. 

Hearing new words come out of your mouth has become a daily thing and each time I am more and more amazed at how quickly you pick things up. 

You already have such a funny personality and have developed a quit wit and silly sense of humor. 

You are very attached to your mommy. You spend most of the day making sure I am within reach and you make it very clear when I has strayed too far for your liking. :) 

You are the sweetest little love (most days) you hug and kiss everyone. You randomly come snuggle and kiss me during the day and tell me you love me at least 20 times a day. 

But just cause you are tiny and sweet doesn't mean you don't stand up for yourself and, BOY, do You have a temper when things don't go your way.. ;)

I'm a little sad that age one has come and gone so quickly but I am excited to see what changes come out way during this next year of your life. 

Happy birthday, my sweet baby. 

I love you to the moon! 

-mommy 

Reality.

Can I be real for a minute? Is that okay to do? 

Most of the "being a mommy" articles I've read lately talk about how wonderful being a parent is and how every moment is amazing. 

I don't know about anyone else but I feel like these articles are there to make me feel like I'm not doing enough. The pictures that go along with them are these perfect spotless homes, perfectly dresses kids, stylish moms with flawless hair and makeup... If only that were my reality. 

I get that motherhood is a blessing and kids are tiny miracles but sometimes those tiny miracles make me wanna rip out my hair. 

If you came to my house right now you would find toys everywhere, sipping cups soaking in the sink, crayon artwork on most of my walls and piles of laundry in each of our bedrooms. 

I am a neat freak. I LOVE LOVE LOVE when my house is spotless and smells like Lysol.

 BUT the reality of having 3 to 4 kids daily under 4 with 2 in 2 separate preschools is that my house is rarely clean. 

And the majority of the time I'm too exhausted to clean so I just sit in the midst of the mess trying my best not to cry, or scream. 

Being a mom raising two kids and watching other kids full time is overwhelming at times. 

YES,  it's a joyous, wonderful, meaningful  blessing I've been given just being a mom. 

And YES, I am lucky enough to be able to help with my neice and nephew as well as stay home to raise my own kids. 

But good gosh it is hard. 

I don't get days off, date nights are few and far between (finding a babysitter when you are seen as the babysitter is next to impossible), And I can't even remember the last time I slept through the night. 

Not everyday is wonderful. 

Somedays are down right dreadful. 

I guess what I am getting at is motherhood isn't picture perfect all the time, there are moments and those little moments of joy are what carry us through the rest of it. 

I just wish that magazines and Pinterest would just stop making it look like life as a mom is perfect. 

It is wonderful and amazing. 

But rarely is it perfect. 

Change

I knew that a change in my attitude would result in a change in my kids attitudes and my nieces too. 

I knew that positivity is contagious. 

But I never imagined the change it would make in my marriage. In my husband, to be specific. 

Now I'm not talking about a huge, mind blowing type change I'm talking about a change in the little things. 

Helping me with chores without me asking for help, giving me time alone after the kids go to bed (which is so needed when your life revolves around others), he even opened the car door for me the other day. Which on its own is a small miracle. (He has not done that since before our wedding. 5years ago) 

The way he talks to me has changed and the way he looks at me has changed. 

It is amazing how a change i made for myself has effected everyone around me. 

I have not felt better about myself, my life, and my marriage before. 

And it not like something drastic had to change. 

I chose to be happy.

 I chose to be positive. 

I chose to be a better person. 

It was that simple. :)

Positivity

"Positive thoughts generate positive feelings and attract positive life experiences."

My life can be a bit stressful. And a bit depressing. 

I'm alone a LOT with 2 to 4 kids under the age 4. 

And while I'm never actually alone I feel lonely quite often. 

Last year there were a few days where negative thinking got the best of me. 

And I've chosen to do things differently this year (school year). 

Positivity is contagious. 

I have found over the last few weeks that if I wake up with a positive attitude my kids "catch" it. Then when I act positively towards my niece Gwenny (instead of being half asleep and rather indifferent like I have done in the past) when I get her out of her car each morning she reacts positively. Which in turn makes my day a whole lot easier. 

Positive reassurance is also helpful around my house... For some reason everytime I try to go to the bathroom or get a drink I have a herd of children chasing me, screaming and crying because for some reason (even my kids)  think I'm leaving them. 

So we say lots of "I love you"'s "I'm right here" "I'm not leaving" and "you can come too"'s 

Seems to help with the group emotional breakdowns. 

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Today when I dropped Gwenny off with my mother in law she (Gwen) did not want me to leave her. I was holding her and as soon as we walked in the house she squeezed my arm tight and started pointing to me (her way of saying she wants to stay with you) and waving "bye bye" to grandma. Which is very unusual (She LOVES her grandma!). But honestly, I loved it. 

I love that I have been able to develop such a great relationship with her and that she has grown kind of attached to me. 

It's amazing how a positive action like that from a child can make you feel so loved! 

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Lately at the end of our busy days (or in the morning while kids eat breakfast when ben is home) I do a quick yoga session to help relax and center myself. 

Seriously, it has helped a ton! 

My attitude has changed, the way I talk to my husband and children has changed, and the way I feel about myself is changing. 

Positive thoughts and actions create a positive atmosphere. 

Try a little harder - To be a little better

Today was interesting.

I found myself frustrated by my 3 year olds frustrations. 

Funny how that works, huh? 

The harder she tries to tell me what she needs or how she feels the harder it becomes to understand her. 

The simplest miscommunications between us can cause chaos. 

Tempertantrums. 

Tears. 

Feet stomping. 

The whole nine-yards. 

Things that seem meaningless to me, in my hurry to get from point A to point B. 

Are things that can easily ruin my child's day. 

From grabbing the "wrong" box of Popsicles. 

To giving her pjs that she just doesn't want to wear. 

Frustrations seem to be everywhere. 

What really got to me today was a melt down over something important. 

You see, baby gave me a kiss then I turned away to finish my chore. 

Suddenly Chloie was screaming. 

Bright red face and crocodile tears.

And because I could not even begin to guess what had upset her I started to get upset too. 

Which made it even harder for both of us.  

So. It took me a while to calm her. 

Finally, Between sobs, she said "you didn't give me a kiss too! I need loves too!" 

My heart sunk. 

I don't remember her asking for a kiss. 

And to see her so upset over it... 

Broke my heart. 

How frustrating it must be to be so little and have such big feelings. 

Just another reason for me to try a little harder, to be a little better. 

The "compairing bug"

I've been sick for the last little while. 

..okay.. I've been sick for most of my life. 

But lately it has been getting worse. 

This illness, at times, completely consumes me. 

I call it "the comparing bug" and i would like nothing more then to be rid of it.

But everywhere I look some one has something "better" then I do. 

Their pictures are prettier. 

Their hair is perfect. ALL. THE. TIME.

Their house is - bigger, cleaner, artsier... 

Their voices are amazing. 

Their kids dress like mini models. 

Their husbands are home A LOT. 

They're closer with their family. 

They have countless friends. 

They get to work/ further their education.

They have FREE time...

And I can't seem to stop myself from day dreaming or being bright green with envy. 

What is wrong with me?!

Nothing. The answer is : nothing. 

We all do it. 

It's "normal" 

And therein lies the problem. 

I find that the more time I spend on social media the sicker I get. Because people don't post pictures of dirty dishes piled up in the sink, or laundry covered floors, or messy haired-makeup less-pimple covered-I've had it with being a mom selfies. 

People want compliments and "likes" they want people to think their lives are picture perfect at all times. Because what they are seeing on their feed is YOUR perfect life.  Imagine that. 

I like to think that I don't contribute to this cycle but I most likely do... in one way or another. Or maybe I don't... Maybe I make people feel better about themselves... 

I'll never know. 

Because we don't talk about. 

We all walk around acting perfect. 

Not admitting that we ate ice cream for breakfast, We have OCD (which is the ONLY reason our house is clean), we drank way too much diet coke today, we have not washed our hair in a week... 

Or maybe that's just me...

I think we are all so jealous of other peoples "perfection" that we are all afraid of being judged for not being as perfect. 

I am going to try to spend less time on social media and more time being happy. 

Because i am sick of being sick. 

And the best way to get better is to accept and enjoy all the imperfections surrounding me. 

With that being said... 

I won't judge you for being imperfect. In fact I may just smile, hug you, and invite you over for a dirty diet coke drinkin', still in our pjs, and rocking messy buns while our kids run around half dressed covered in mud kinda play date . ;) 

Cause that is how I roll... 

5 years down :)

June 27th, 2009 I kneeled across an altar in the Salt Lake City LDS temple from a guy who had, with very few words, swept me off my feet and I became "mrs. Ben Andrus". 

Oh how so much can change in 5 short years. 

From being young and in love to being... A little less young and more devoted and more in love than I could have dreamed. 

Those two kids who knelt in that temple could not have begun to imagine where they'd be in 5 years. 

Two babies? No way!

A career change or two? Na! 

Fire academy, boot camp, engineer school all in less then 3 years while juggling jobs and two kids?! Yikes! 

Arguments? Temper tantrums? Potty training? Puppy raising? Selling our first home and buying a second? 

If you had asked me then if I could handle all of this I would have flat out said NO. I had plans. 

Oh, how god laughs when we make plans... 

5 years later. 

Two beautiful, happy, healthy little girls. 

A lovely home.

And a man by my side. who I KNOW, without a shadow of a doubt, will always be there. Supporting his family, loving his wife, & treasuring our kids. 

5 years ago I was in love. 

Today I am head over heels in love, 

With out a doubt in my mind that I chose the right man to love and grow with. 

Happy anniversary Ben! :)

Frozen moments

I don't know about you, but I have about a million pictures between my phone, camera, and computer that I've never shared. 

I capture moments and keep them to myself. 

I am a picture hoarder. 

There I said it. 

First step right?!  ;) 

I am constantly snapping picture of my kids and my (unknowing) husband. 

My phone is overloaded and my dslr's two memory cards... Let's not even go there... 

But lately I feel like my brain is mush. If I don't capture a moment I want to remember forever... I'll forget it in five minutes. 

Mom brain. 

So I've decided in an effort to use (share) all these frozen memories I'm going to start posting them here.  

A few at a time. 

 

Evelynne singing "happy! Happy! Happy!" In the tub. 

 Chloie chasing Evelynne in the backyard "I'm gonna get you, baby!"

Eve loves watching the sunrise snuggled up on mommy's bed. (She is an early riser...) 

Miss Chloie is 3 1/2 and still light enough to toss in the air. Little miss skinny mini.

Chloie watching the sunset through the front door. Love her piggies! :)

My little magnet. 

 Watching a rain storm. Eve kept saying "wow, mom!" 

Aparently we spend a lot of time looking through the front door... But seriously, anytime we get to spend a day or even a half day with daddy the girls are so excited. Ben works a LOT so we soak up every minute we can get and I've got Two little daddy's girls. :) 

That's all for now. 

Thanks for stopping by! 

Check ups!

We had Evelynne's 18 month appointment this week and it was quite the event... 

Now, I'm used to a child who LOVES her doctor. Chloie and Dr Jopling have nice chats and are best buds at her checks up. She cried very little getting her immunizations and was immediately cheered up when they gave her a sticker. 

Evelynne on the other hand HATES going to the doctor. 

The minute we walk into the office she gets clingy.

She cried in the waiting room. 

She cried in the hallway. 

She screamed and clawed my arms when they tried to weigh her.

Then the doctor tried to listen to her heart... 

World ended. 

Then he tried to look in her ears...

Pure torture! 

Then came the vaccinations... 

I've never heard her scream like that. (Mind you this is not the first time she's had her immunizations) 

Then they tried to put bandaids on her owies... 

"No!!!!!!!! Mine ow!!! No!!!!" 

How dare they touch her owie! 

 Then the doctor tried to talk to me about her growth... 

"Nooooo!!! Mine mommy!!! Shhhhhh! Shhhh!!!!" 

So we gave up on talking and he just handed me the charts and said she was healthy. 

Then be said "must have gotten the drama queen gene from her dad's side of the family?"  And we laughed about how much she is my daughter. 

(He was my pediatrician growing up and saw me act pretty much the same way)

After the tragic event I took the girls to get some doughnuts and we sat on the grass outside the little bakery (Daylight Doughnuts) and enjoyed the quite time and our sprinkled doughnuts. 

So called "burdens"

"I don't know how you do it. If my husband left me alone with two kids as much as yours' does I would complain non-stop" 

"I could not handle having two kids so close and watch other people's kids! what a burden for you to bear." 

"You have the patience of a saint! I have never once heard you complain about everything you have to do." 

These are just a few of things I have heard from people over the past year. 

It always catches me off guard when people say these sorts of things. 

For one I am VERY accustomed to being alone with my kids. My husband works hard to provide for us which means I am alone a lot. Sure, it gets hard at times but complaining about it wouldn't do me any good. 

Two, I love LOVE having my kids close together, they are the best of friends already and I don't know any different. And yeah watching other peoples children can be challenging... But I don't see it as a "burden" but rather a blessing. I GET to  spend loads of time with my sweet niece, Gwen, and my ninja turtle obsessed nephew, Oliver. I GET to watch them play with my kids, learn how to interact with eachother, and I get to teach them little things. Each one of the littles running (or hopping in Gwenny case :) ) brings something new to our home, each one has taught me something, and each one has given me so much more then I could have ever imagined. So much more then I could ever give back.

Three- I do not have the patience of any saint. Patience is something I have to work on everyday. I try. I do have my days where my back aches from picking up and putting down kids, my head pounds from all the screaming and noise making, and there are days I think if one more child yells at me for something I might just cry. But once again.. Complaining about it won't fix it. Figuring out why they scream, knowing what they want before they yell for it, and lifting with my legs are things I can do to. ;) Complaining seems pointless. (And if I were to complain I would not complain to random people, just sayin' ;) )

One thing that was talked about at my church today was burdens. How each of us has a load to bear, and not all loads are negative. 

There are burdens and blessings. And I believe that the load I bear is more blessings then burdens. 

I get so much more then I give. 

I would not trade what others see as "my burdens" for anything. 

 

Little voices

There are things we say on a daily basis. 

"Good morning" "hello""goodbye""I love you"...

But when our kids say those same little things in their own little ways in their sweet little voices... You melt. 

Every morning I hear two things, with out fail. 

1- Chloie "THE SKIES AWAKE!!!!" 

2- Evelynne "Hi mom!!! Mom!! Hi!!!" 

We also hear a lot of "NO"'s from Evelynne. 

And at least one "I wake up the baby!!" From Chloie. 

I have two girls who rarely ever stop talking. 

My favorite things to hear from them are:

"Your my most bestest friend, honey" & "You're home!!! I missed you so much!" (To pretty much anyone who comes through the door)

-chloie 

And "I you!" (I love you) & "gickle gickle gickle!" (Tickle tickle tickle) 

-Evelynne 

And we have one song being sung on repeat pretty much everyday.... Bet ya can't guess which song! 

(Let it go -frozen)

 

Now the reason I am talking about things I love hearing my kids say is because today was a rough day. 

Lots of crying, screaming, ornery kiddos... 

But I just put Eve down for bed and she said "night-night ma" for the first time and then chloie curled up in my lap and whispered "I love you, mommy" 

And all the stress of the day just slipped away.

Two very simple things were said and some how they fixed everything. 

Isn't amazing how things that seem so ordinary when you say them can somehow seem so extraordinary when your child says them?? 

❤️