Friday, April 24, 2015

To ..... Using the Real Camera Again -

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the side of my kitchen sink - tulips, a throwback of chady & truth -

Friday at 9pm & my girls are thinking the night is young & we should be doing something.
We're all in flannel, or zippy's, or leggings & a swimsuit .... basically whatever is comfy :)
They've already eaten fudge bars, read books to each other & are vying for a movie.

Something girly, they say.
'Cause the boys are gone, they say.

Pretty much, I'm a sucker.

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What'd you do for spring break?
Road trip?
The beach?

It rained here.
The boys took apart the old dishwasher.
I went to traffic court.

And then the stomach flu it .....
So that was our spring break.

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exhibit 1, under pictures found on the camera ..... captured the ketchup bottle being thrown mid-air. Right .... I have no idea either. Why is there ketchup at school. Why is she chucking it at ??? Why.

exhibit 2, under pictures found on the camera ..... captured the little brother smiling cheese for his sister.

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I stopped them for an instagram ..... but everything about them called for a real photograph.
I could just stare at them.
Their personalities.
Their purses & wind blown hair.
Their smiles.

They tramped all over the orchards that afternoon.
Like carefree little girls should.

This is where I want to pause & write all about life right now & how this is some beautiful reminder to me of what is real.

All the choices & decisions.
All the questions & wondering.
All the I don't knows & second guessing.

And there they are.
A sign.
Like a billboard on the highway.

Declaring .... He is enough
Shouting .... i am loved
Proclaiming .... He cares & works 'it' out
Testifying .... He is faithful
Reminding ... me i don't have to have it all figured out

All sorts of truth.

I straight up told Rex last week I needed signs.

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Rex could not understand why Chad's little red bike was still out when he asked him to put it away & he said he had. He put it 'Molly's garage'. The one she made out of chalk, next to the house she built as well :)
Also his latest picture antics are giving himself 'bunny ears'

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Basically you could call it use sidewalk chalk & bring your little brother to school day in kindergarten.
Yep, that's what we'll call it :)

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Sunday, February 22, 2015

To ..... Ta-Da and Yes Sir & 3 -

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I'm up by myself tonight eating a cold corn dog.
I have way too many pictures waiting to be pasted in here.
I'm in the heart of memory lane tonight.
I've traveled back in time.
And I'm all sappy.

Look at them.
Jack & Benny at 3 years old.

Hello little brother.

Chad Calvin turned 3.

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We celebrated him on his birthday late after everyone was home again.
He lives the life of the 6th kid well.
He had tractors to unwrap & a cupcake to eat.

And we sang.
And he smiled.

He calls candles 'blowies'.
Which might be the darling-est thing ever.
He was pretty serious about his blowies & doing it all by himself.

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Regan says when he is 4 he'll grow up to swing on the swings.
Big dreams :)

I love this kid.
He's sandwiched in between 2 babies that aren't here.
Yet he's the baby.

Living, breathing, very much alive kid number 6.
I'm so grateful for him.
That 6 kids in we aren't out to prove we have anything figured out.

That he can just be loved for who he is.
That we know ounces more that it's over so quickly.
That we're working ourselves out of a day job at a really fast pace.

That I'm not hurrying to rush to the next anything with him.
Still sleeping in a crib.
Check :)

He's got this darling way of saying "Ta-Da" over just about anything.
He learned from Ben to say "Yes Sir" when asked to do something - even, or mostly in response to me.
He says "Um hum" or "Yeah" at the end of most of his sentences & thoughts.
Like he's agreeing with himself.

I'm in love with his misuse of pronouns.
Him for he. She for her. We for us.
'him have him hat on, mom. um hum.'
'i see we car! yeah'
'why her crying'

I cannot bring myself to correct it.
Right :)

He loves tractors & match box cars.
Wrestling with his brothers.
Hats, guns & baseball.
The corner of his blanket.
When his dad comes home.
Going to Grandmas.
He hooks his stick horse up to his dresser knobs.
He calls his high chair his car seat.

We asked him how old he was & it took quite a bit of concentration to work his little fingers the right way.
But he got it.
And the crowd in front of him made it well worth his effort.
He beamed.

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Him & his little red bike are going a lot of places lately.
It was his idea that it be in the pictures.

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Take a deep breath.
I couldn't pick between any of these.
Every one has a different expression of his.

Breathe again :)

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He's kinda expressing his opinion on ditching the hat & field for the vest & orchard.
Enter little red bike & all is good again.

But he couldn't have blossoms on his tires.

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I've moved on to dessert :)
And even went back & loved on him when he surprisingly started crying.
I would have sat & held him ... 'cause this far down the line I've learned how sweet it is, but he yawned, stopped crying & went back to bed.

Happy Birthday Chady.
Jesus love you.
More than you'll every know.