Airplanes over the berry patch
Yeah, well. I've been busy, ya know, SURVIVING!
My children, inexplicably drawn toward mud
Oh my, I really with that wasn't the truth. But alas - it really is.
Usually on the go and about 3 steps from full-on insanity
Life is straight-to-the-brim full of toddlers and toys and books and laundry and mealtimes and bedtimes and slobbery kisses and working and playing and laughing and crying. It's like three lives got compressed together, somehow stacking everything I need to be doing (and feeling) into one - and I'm swimming in the mess.
Lucy, In the throes of royal mischief
That doesn't really make any sense. But being in the middle of it doesn't either. I'm telling you - all day it is swimming to survive and gulping air above the froth every chance I get.
Henry, talking tractors and growing teeth
INTENSITY: the word I'm living and breathing all of the time.
PEACE: the word I cling to when I find a moment of it.
Mama love
In the 5 miles of chaotic space between is me - the full-on basket case - screaming into a pillow one minute and crying sentimental tears the next.
My swimsuit cowgirl
I'm scrambling along because that's all I can do. I am no where near in charge.
Summery ice cream goodness
I never knew it would be this hard.
Adventurous duo
And I never knew I could love anything so much.
Rolling right into fall
It is all a wild ride.
