so much good.

It's nearly seven on Sunday evening, not a typical blog moment for me. But I was in the middle of washing some pans that had been sitting in my sink since yesterday. I looked out my kitchen window and felt so much peace. That feeling was needed. These last few months have been an adjustment for us-- new house, new baby, added job responsibilities. But right now. I feel peace. And I'm so thankful for that.

This weekend was refreshing. Busy, as usual, but a sense of renewal came over me. I think that comes with the change in season. I'm shedding some colors and tenderness, just as the leaves are. I love how God made the seasons for that, a gentle reminder that time is ever moving and this too shall pass, both good and hard. That's kind of my life motto. Yeah, I think so.

Back to the weekend. I wanted to quickly come and jot down all the good from the weekend. I didn't take hardly any pictures. But sometimes words can be so much more powerful than a picture. {And sometimes a picture can speak a thousand words.}

My favorite moments from the weekend include:

*Last minute girls night on Friday night, which include creme brûlée and a glass of Moscato. And good laughs. Laughter is such a beautiful gift from God.
*A very early Saturday morning fire in our fireplace. {I dreamt of having a fireplace for so long.}
*Our trip to the Farmer's Market. Which happens nearly every weekend. I'm certain the girls and Linc are going to have that as one of their favorite childhood memories.
*Our walk from the market to Wonderlab, a local hands-on science museum. My roots lie in this town and when we take that walk, I think about how thankful I am to be raised here and now get to raise my own kids here.
*Celebrating one of my best friend's upcoming baby. I was the first of my five best friends to have children, and one just joined mamahood six weeks ago and her sister will join it in just two months. Mamahood is a bond that cannot be broken.
*Audrey asking me if she can dress up at her friends house. Audrey-- "MOM! Can I please dress up?" Me-- "If your other friends are, you can." Audrey-- "They are! The fashion show is about to begin!" Me-- "Well, you better hurry then!"
*An epic nap with Lincoln this afternoon, his sweet little body conformed to mine.
*Asking Naomi how old she is going to be and she responds with "four." Because that's how old Audrey will be, she wants to be big so badly just like her sister. Their relationship is in full bloom right now and I love it.

So tell me, what was your favorite moment from the weekend?


fall fun. {come on over}.

Growing up, one of my fondest memories was having friends over. A lot. My mom had an open door policy. Anyone can pretty much come over anytime, as long as they eat. She loved to feed people. And have tea. And talk. Boy, could she talk. [I sure do miss her.]

I'm so thankful that her legacy continues on through me. I love to host. When we were house hunting back in early spring, we wanted a large house with an open floor plan and a large backyard for the purpose of having people over. And we are so incredibly thankful that our home now allows for that. We have an open door policy. We want our home to be a safe-haven for our kids and for anyone else.

On Saturday, we had over twenty adults and twenty plus kiddos (age 7 and under) in our home. It was kind of awesome. Face painting. Pumpkin painting. Fire pit. Grilling. Pitch-in food. And just plain ol' hanging out.

This is my absolute favorite time of the year. 

Disclaimer: We have big plans to paint those rooms a light grey, get rid of the dining room light fixture, paint the kitchen cabinets white, and change out the counter-top, and white wash the stone around the fireplace. All with due time. You know, in between rocking babies to sleep, changing diapers, potty-training, working, and enjoying life. 


right off my fingertips.

I couldn't remember the web address I type in to get here. To my blog, my personal space. I could not remember it. It's been that long. And I can feel my head about to explode with emotions and words that usually run off my fingertips as I blog. I need to blog again. To clear my head. Especially now. In the absolute busy-ness of life, when I hardly have time to shower, at least by myself without someone peeking in the shower curtain to say hi. Or asking me to help velcro the back of a dress as I wash my hair. Or quick Lincoln is down for another short nap, I have 10 minutes, girls please make good choices while I shower. Or just stand in the bathroom while I shower because then at least I know you aren't coloring on the walls again.

(Why yes, I have a turquoise-y door, 
I really need to share more on the house--we've now been here over three months!) 

This space is where I figure out motherhood. This crazy-never-ending-always-questioning-if-I'm-doing-a-good-job motherhood. I want to come here and talk about it. The good, gosh there is so much good in mothering, and the hard. Because this mama gig is not easy. Not one mama has it totally figured out, no matter how well the Facebook status might be.

Today I got frustrated when Audrey kept asking the same question over and over and over. When I already answered her. Didn't you just hear me?! I answered you already. And I got upset when Naomi would not put her marker lids back on. And Lincoln, come on would you give me more than a half an hour nap.

But I was also really proud today when Audrey took her dishes to the counter without being asked. And she gave the pretty pink flower to a friend and took the not desired green one instead, because she wanted her friend to be happy. And I didn't have to tell her. We are working on putting others before ourselves. It doesn't come naturally. When I say we, I mean, we, I am working on this too. Naomi shared her swing today with Audrey, it was a sweet moment. And even though Lincoln isn't the greatest napper, he is almost always happy.

Yeah, the good is so much better than the hard.

And I'm back to record it.