Oh the Bliss!

We're moving. There. I said it. For months I've thought about how I would write this blog... and let me just say I am SOOOOOOOO thankful I did not write it when I first found out, what with my treacherous tongue issues, I was sure to say something I'd regret. But now that it's been awhile there is a lot less pain in the reality of it than there once was. There is sadness, for so many reasons, but there is also a joy in knowing that this house is not my true home and this earth is not my final destination. And when I start to view my everyday life in the light of the Kingdom to come, it really doesn't matter where I live, it really doesn't. So we're moving, like, really soon. When? you might ask... I dunno. Soon. (Sorry, sweet Au Pair... hope you're cool with boxes, couches and chaos.) A few weeks maybe? By the end of June for sure. HOLY SMOKES SOON! Where? you might also ask. I dunno. We're going to rent for awhile, and apparently having four kids

I asked Mark the other day if he saw a woman pushing a stroller and trying to open a door to a Starbucks, or what have you, would he get up and open the door for her? He said he absolutely would if he actually saw her. He admitted that sometimes he is so lost in thought (which comes with carrying the weight of four tiny worlds on your shoulders) that he can be looking right at someone and not even really see them. So I encouraged him to be that guy, that guy who opens the door. No matter how busy or pensive or sidetracked he might be - be that guy that is looking for a damsel in distress. Because I am frequently that damsel. And sometimes people help me and sometimes they don't but it really saddens me when I have the Tiny One strapped to me, Tman in a stroller, Addie by one hand and Ben running around somewhere and I'm obviously trying my best to get us all inside and there are men all over the place just looking at me. Probably thanking something somewhere that I am not thei

Today was supposed to be the day. What day you ask? THE day. The day I FINALLY go to the doctor to find out what the what is going on with my eyes. I'm sure you've noticed, if you have seen me, like, ever, that I frequently have red, puffy, disgusting looking eyes. You may have even pulled out the hand-sani after giving me a high five, or put on your sunglasses pretending you're a celebrity but really you were just hoping they'd offer some protection from whatever disease that was sure to jump from my eye to yours. I don't blame you. They look awful. On a good day they look like this.. But even in that photo you can see they don't look well. They aren't well. I am not well. I have needed to see a doctor about this for years. Seriously, i've had eye issues forever. It used to be kind of cool because my high school teachers always thought I had pink eye and would send me home. But I wasn't really sick, per se, so I'd take my sickly-eyed-self to the

Tman loves him some books. I took some pictures of some - just some - of the places I found him reading today. PS. Can you figure out which kinds of books are his favorite?

Sometimes it's just easier to blog with pictures... because my brain usually shuts down around 8:30. But I promise, cross my heart, that I will blog with words agin soon. Thanks for your faithfulness.

I was looking through some old video clips this evening and I found this one... which may or may not explain Tman's insatiable love for food. Whoops, my bad. (And we wonder where kids learn eating disorders from?!!)

Remember this picture? Three years later... Precious Addison, how you melt me so.