Another picture…seems like I have done a lot of those lately. But this one is being posted REALLY late,when a Mama should already be sleeping cauz her kids don’t believe in sleeping in…. so lazy post for the win!!! (My cheeseball of a daughter, Kyrie, and our pup, Lexi.)
Found out today that I have a vacation coming up. And VERY soon at that. Starting May 14th I will have a week to do NOTHING!!! And as an added bonus, Nana will be coming down to visit sometime during that week. Not sure I remember what a vacation feels like. Last two years, my one week vacation ahs been part of my maternity leave. I cannot tell you all how excited I am!!!
Favorite. This didn’t specify WHAT favorites, so I just snapped a picture of a few of my favorite things.
#1: I really love this bedtime story book. Fish Kisses: A Bedtime Story by: Marianne Richmond. It is fun and interactive, and as the kids get older and understand it more, it gets better and better. It is always my first choice when it comes to reading before bed.
#2: My Ipod. Although I have been neglecting this poor thing lately, I still love music. It is one of my favorite things in this world. Right now I have Blue October’s Sway album in my CD player for the van and I just never get sick of it.
#3: Burt’s Bees. C’mon!!! What’s not to love??!!! Perfection in a tube. End of story.
#4: A pen. I love writing. I love blogging. I love keeping journals and writing poetry and letters to friends. Anything really. Writing is freeing, and I can’t imagine a life without it being a huge part of me.
“There is no place like home.” or how about, “Home is where the heart is.” Home is comfort, it is joy, it is relief. It took me a long time to make this all true for me, to make a home for myself and my family that feels safe, and is a place I wanna be. And I am so happy to have that finally. Growing up, home was more of a place I wanted to escape from. I spent as much time at school as I could, or at my friend’s houses afterwards. Knowing that my children already have a home that they will grow up loving and feeling “at home” in, fills my heart with warmth. This is our house, but it is also our home. No, there is no place like it, and yes, it is where my heart is. Home, sweet home.
Spring means so much in all honesty. The beginning, or rebeginning of life, only just begins to cover it. It is the sun after the cold winter months. It is the hope and light after the dark depressing months. It is rejuvenating. Spring gives you that little breath of fresh air that keeps you going. It puts that smile on your face as you leave the house and realize you won’t need a sweater today. It is cuddling on the front porch while you watch a random downpour soak the world around you. It is days spent in the backyard, jumping on trampolines, chasing kids around. Spring is joy. It is hope. It is ALIVE! (Although this picture may seem to just be of weeds, dandelions represent so much more to me. They are the wish that can change your life. Your chance to close your eyes, and be a kid for a moment again while you try and blow each piece away. Dandelions are innocence and hope, and everyone could use more of both in their life.)
Mariesa and I both had tomorrow off together, which is pretty dang rare. So naturally we had to take advantage of it by planning a night together. We had dinner, drank a few smirnoffs and roasted some marshmallows over the firepit. The kids had a blast playing together, on the trampoline, in the wagon, in the backyard, in the house. I love watching them become friends, and more time with Mariesa is always a good thing. Just wish we could spend more time together.