Even though the big kids are super busy being teenagers we have a whole crop still just growing and learning and needing slow time and lots of love. Well they all need lots of love and slower. I guess we have a lot who can't do as much. Millie is my baby helper. Oh I'm so thankful for her ability to love Andrea. The girls are slowly teaching and sharing all things girl with her. First stop a purse.
Reed showing a corn sample. We were delighted to see the large ear! That's promising.
Afton is enjoying the grapes that are ripening on the vines. She is a spunky determined lady doing what she wants how she wants.
Mark teasing me by putting on my favorite shoes. His feet are bigger but being a sandal he can squeeze into them. My sons love to tease me. I oblige their efforts by getting outraged. Not raging but a reaction nonetheless.
Everyone's favorite meal spaghetti. Andrea is enjoying food and is learning how to feed herself. Time goes quickly.
One morning Aliza sent me a newsclip that butter storage is at an all time low it is last priority for processors and retailers are encouraged not to have holiday sales. This is sad news to my butter loving family. LAter that day my mother-in-law said she was out shopping. I had prayed the day before asking that God would help me feed my family, that I would be able to find the things we need. Well on that shopping trip my MIL found chicken $1.00-.50 cents less than the best price we've seen all year. She found the butter, chocolate chips, and brown sugar for last year prices. I know my prayers were answered. Time and again through the years when I ask for God's help caring for this hungry family of mine we are abundantly blessed. To say nothing of the random people who give us food that they don't want. Or my dad showing up with bacon or cheese. We appreciate all these sharing with us!
I had a doctor appointment and my MIL came to watch the kids while she waited for them to wake Bruce took a turn mopping some floor. I figured he could do that for me. He's good for about 8 squares of tile, but it keeps him from fighting for half and hour. She has taught me a lot about raising kids and shown me what they can do.
These same kids love fruit. They don't always eat all the fruit. I found these apples in various places around the house. Not wanting to waste them and since the older brothers are always hungry for pie I changed them from waste to dessert.
These kiddos all wanted mostachio's after a quick no way. I rethought why not? I am trying to do better making some fun memories for them and not being consumed with all the housekeeping. So we have had some donuts after a long trip to town, they have watched some movies and got pencil drawn moustachios.
This is how Andrea wants to roll. I do not. I hold her as much as I can. But I won't can food with her on my hip. That's just not safe or efficient for either of us.
Andrea loves her brothers and they love her. Although they are only together late at night they both enjoy a few moments of play.
Andrea is my constant sidekick. Here we are waiting for my doctor appointment. I'm so thankful to have this little one in my life.
This one also needs one on one mom time. She is a go-getter high achiever, that just wants some undivided attention each day. She's interesting and sassy, she's amazing and innocent. I'm thankful for each personality and for heavenly help knowing how to parent each of them.
People always comment oh you sure have your hands full. I just nod mm-hmm. They have no idea. I often scream in my head this is too much! I can not do this!!! Well life keeps going. They say what you think is what you are. So I'm trying to embrace what I have to love where I'm at and be grateful not grudging. Sometimes that happens, a lot of the time I'm just grumpy. I do love being a mom. In my 40's I'm just in awe of the family we have. They are so much more than I could have imagined. I'm thankful for the spot we are right now. As we dive into harvest my worries will be lived and resolved. Life is good and together we can do anything, God help us!
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