Give God the Rest

Today, 5 years ago at 9:56 a.m., we welcomed Owen Andrew Wilson into the world. This energetic, loving little boy changed my life. COMPLETELY (in all good ways). There are days that he makes me so mad that I could pinch his little head off. If your children aren't perfect, then you know what I'm talking about. If your children are perfect, then by all means, judge. There are days when I could just eat him up, he's so sweet. 

Either way, he's our little Shooga Wooga (also know known as Woog) & little does he know but, I'll spend the rest of my days breathing down his neck making sure he's safe & loved. I can't believe it's been five years. I think every Mom must go through this. It's scary. To know your baby is growing up & is no longer a baby. The only thing I can do is continue to try my best to mold him into an amazing, God loving individual & give God the rest. 

fragments.

Life is chaotic in our home these days. To be honest, life is almost always chaotic at our house; more so with the arrival of Baby Evan.    We are blessed to welcome a 9 lb. 7 oz. little addition to our family as of March 15th, 2013. He is just as handsome as his big brother, Owen. 

I've had no extra (what's extra?) time to blog since before Evan was born. It just so happens, April 2013 marks my third year of blogging. I'll have a cardboard cookie, thank you very much.

After six weeks of sleeping in segments, I'm exhausted & growing accustomed to sleep deprivation. Our home has been a cesspool of filth in the recent weeks & I've finally got it back on track. The floors are sparkling (okay, sparkling is stretching the truth a bit) and the laundry is tamed. 

Evan's bedroom is finished, minus a few small details & Spring Cleaning is going full blast at our house. And by that, I mean I have been donating bags and bags to Goodwill. Andy called me & Owen hoarders and I'm out to prove him wrong. 

Although there's not a lot of sleep happening at our house, we're all stocked up in love.

My twenty minutes are up. I hear a little voice that needs me. 

Somedays You're the Windshield, Somedays You're the Bug

This week has made me reflect on my life as a Mother. I have a wiiiiiiiiild child. He's a normal three year old (almost) and most of the time, he's a hundred miles an hour from daylight to dark (give or take). I am an incredibly lucky individual to have a loving family, a loving husband (okay, so NO people, we haven't gotten hitched, but we may as well be) and a child that is secure, trusting, happy and creative as any child can be. We nurture him. 

We cherish him. I'm a firm believer in discipline, but I'm no drill sergeant. We play, we laugh, we have fun. We act like kids around this home sweet home. We jump in the kiddie pool fully dressed. We run through the raindrops (only if it's not thundering and lightening though) and get soaked from head to toe. We get dirty after baths (sometimes). We finger paint and usually get more on the carpet and on the furniture than we do on the paper, but that's okay because we live here!


WE LOVE IN THIS HOME.



We encourage healthy personalities. We encourage speaking through creativity.

We encourage honesty.

This week was difficult for me, to say the least. In my efforts to "change the world" (so to speak), I learned so much about myself, my family and that all situations are ultimately In God's Hands and sometimes, we've done all we can do. Sometimes, all we can do, is not enough. Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, the ones we love aren't receptive to our love.

Somedays we're the windshield, somedays we're the bug. Today, I was the bug BUT this situation has taught me a lot about myself, encouraged me to have patience because God is in control and taught me that I AM the Mother I'd hope I'd be when I was pregnant and am proud to say that I am.