A new perspective of beauty

Mornings here usually consist of dogs wrestling and chasing each other down the hallway, Milo crying because I can't fill his cup of milk fast enough, and Pickles letting us all know that we have failed at keeping him the center of attention.  I have the crazy mornings where I am rushing around, drowning out the chaos to the Weepies, and don't really have my act together.

But once in a while, God gives me peaceful gifts like yesterday.  Mornings that I do dishes looking out my window in silence. (Actually I think I was quietly listening to this.) Mornings where I am able to appreciate the beauty enough to take a few pictures.  They may not be gallery wall worthy, in fact, I know they're not.  But to a mom of two under two, this has become beautiful:

My happy place:

My weekend fall projects:

I'm back to washing bottles, nippes, and formula cartidges again.  

But he's worth it.

Why do we want to nibble chunky thighs and fat little piggies? Just me, well then, nevermind.

And then the sleephead wakes up, quietly eats, and calmly colors.

Okay, so he bangs the crayons on the highchair like drumsticks.  But I colored, and coloring is calming.  You should try it. 

As a reward for letting Mommy have an hour of peace this morning, sleepyhead watched his favorite show:

For about 10 minutes, then the chaos began.  But I was ready.    

Happy Friday everyone,

Kristin

Foster Care...our 1st Placement

I know this post is overdue.  I'm sorry I didn't post it earlier.  But better late then never, right?

For the last three weeks we have had a baby boy invade our home.  

I've been waking up at two in the morning, changing diapers, and feeding a little guy who can hold his own in a bottle-gupling contest.

Because we're in foster care, I can't post how cute he is.  I can't share with you the smile that lights up the town.  I can't show you the biggest brown eyes that already seem to recognize me.  Let me tell you something, he's cute.  I know I can be biased at times, but the guy is so darn cute!

There isn't much you can know about him: his name, history, etc.  

But I can and will share with you the experiences, lessons, and memories that we are creating here at the yellow bungalow.  And I will say this:  This little five month old is a fighter.  He has overcome the odds, and continues to do so.  

The Hacker and I are blessed to have him in our home, for however long that may be. 

We will be here loving him, singing to him, cooing with him.

He will be our family for however long he needs us to be.  

So, there it is.  We are officially foster parents.  

Have a Happy Weekend everyone,

a new mommy

A good, good life.

I went to visit my friend, Christina, and her new peanut, Titus.

While we were there, I snapped a few pictures.

Look at that hair!  Like Momma, like son.  I can never really tell if newborns look like mommy or daddy.  But this I know, homeboy's got his momma's hair!  

Marc and Christina with her parents.

They're smitten.

Especially Grandma.

The Chief and his grandson.

I love this picture.  

Even though, little Titus is crying, look how Christina is still glowing.  She's beautiful.

We are so happy for this new little family.

On another note...

Tonight we played water whiffle ball at Ascent.

What's water whiffle ball, you ask? Instead of bases, you have kiddie pools.

And home plate is a slip n' slide.

The Hacker may have let his competitive nature come out a bit.

5th and 6th graders are the perfect age.  

They don't care about being cool yet.

And they still think their coaches are cool.

It was a good day.

Hope yours was too.

love, 

Kristin