Bathing

In love with the rainy day today and looking forward to the weekend.

Sharing

3 Bussly Little Things

Another week is done and I'm left with a few blurry remembrances of the weekend. Shiny little eyes danced and weaved through the house, onto the soccer field, through a grocery store and gas station, onto our church bench. The girls with their delicate little wrists grabbed my hands as we retrieved popsicles from the freezer and stomped on some fire ants.

All but completely lifeless, Jake and I sat on the couch tonight finishing our 9 o'clock dinner. Girls came out one by one to tell on each other for doing that and that, and explain the unfairness of that. We both agreed that their growing intelligence, reason, communication, and logic is beyond our ability to absorb.

You can watch them talk, see their mouths moving, and all you hear is this melody, the sweetest song, coming from their deepness, filling the air. You see yesterday, today, tomorrow, stretching into something unknown and far away but you can feel it coming. An older version of themselves. Independent, knowing and strong.

Soon they'll know us, inside and out. And I'll feel as exposed as my mother probably felt. No one will know me like they will, and likewise. I can't believe these little gifts I've been given. I shake my head every day in disbelief. They're mine. At least for now. And I love it.

Car Wash

Problems.

So do you want to hear something super duper lame? The lamest ever? Something happened to my computer. It got some sort of virus, or I accidentally blocked an important program (but let's not point fingers)... And I can't log in to Google. I can't post from my computer or comment signed in as me, or check all the blogs I follow (and don't know the links to if I don't sign in). I also can't read private blogs from this piece of junk. I know, everyone take in a big gasp for me. It's horrible. But I have to make do. We may eventually have to buy a new one (this time, an Apple). Posting may be light, but I want to keep up on photos I take of the kids in the meantime.

My computer can take its dumpy behind and go belong to someone else. Unless it gets fixed and then of course, it's welcomed back with open arms.

Here are a few photos of Ruby's soccer game on Saturday. She runs after the ball just as intensely as she stands still chewing her nails when she should be running after the ball. We love her. Even though within the first five minutes of the game she is begging to go home. What a wuss!

Jake coaches Grace's team, Ruby plays on a team in the same league, and I try to keep Lillie occupied in the stroller, rushing back and forth between games on a grassy dewy soccer field, at 8a.m. Saturday morning. While I try to take at least a few photos.

Anyone that has the ability to sleep in on Saturdays, sleep an extra couple hours for me.

Sicky

This week, I took Grace to the doctor and she has pneumonia. She's been on medicine and happily skipping out on soccer practice and P.E. at school.

She's feeling better and we have been saying nightly prayers for her lungs.

Wedd'n.

Finally got wedding photos up!
See them here.

A gem.

She's a terror, but we can't stop staring.

A Good One.

Grace is a little sick today so I kept her home.

Three of us are still not wearing pants and I'm not going to say who.

Ruby's dirty little feet have made their way many places this morning, including my face.

We've been eating homemade cinnamon bread straight since 9 a.m.

Lillie has left me alone now for a record 20 minutes.

I wish Grace could be sick every day (well not really but you know what I mean).

Jared, married.

A beautiful and wonderful time had by all. Above, my brother Jared and I. Below, who even knows.
Below, Bethany playing with Lillie. Thank you to each and every person who helped me with her over the weekend!
Sisters listening to Dad tell a story.
Lills being ridiculously babyish and etible.
Hm. A baby and a dumpster. Somewhere between Sacramento and Monterey.

I have photos. Lots of them. I am going to finish editing the wedding ones before I post. At the rate I am working, it will be next week.

Lills was a terror but that did not stop us from having a rip roaring time. Every single time I go to California I feel it whisper my name in the wind, "Sarah.... welcome home...."

Seriously, that place has so much to offer.

Plane ride was "fine", meaning Lillie did not vomit or have explosive diarrhea during any flight, no one turned around and complained and all the flight attendants were nice. Nice, as in they gave her lots of apple juice. So much so that she blew out her diaper on the drive home from Orlando at 10:30 p.m. Sunday night. That was a fun clean up in the driveway at midnight. But hey, at least I have a driveway. A driveway that is connected to a house that contains my bed. The big comfy one with perfect pillows. They sang me to sleep.

Back to soccer practice, a van that overheats, and this hot Florida weather that threatens into early November. Curses.

Life really is good.