Keeping a Record

I feel strongly that keeping a record is important.  I love looking back and seeing pictures and reading stories or insights that I've recorded.  Unfortunately, I often don't take the time to actually stop and write them down.  I feel like I don't have the time…Oh, there are so many things I feel I don't have time for.  I guess it's just a matter of prioritizing my time…I guess.

Here are a couple of this week's gems. (By gems I mean regular stuff that wasn't very exciting but in a couple years will probably make me well up with tears at how much time has passed and how innocent and sweet my kids are.)

For Memorial Day we decided to stay home and have a "Family Fun Day." Water guns, water balloons, and Slip n' Slide, BBQ, Marshmallow roasting...

Scout chose this outfit for Sebastian yesterday.  They were both pretty excited about how well the shirt and pants matched. 

Scout did my hair before bed one night.

Tuesday Ryan and I hung out in Monterey, went to Point Lobos, and ate at Ambrosia for his birthday.

Oh, and here's Sailor after she played in the butter this morning.  

Sailor's debut

Sailor is in a movie!

I don't know if you would call it a cameo?  It's a brief scene at the very end.

The title is "Forty Years from Yesterday"

You can find it on Netflix. 

Find out more about the talented writer/director here.

It was such an exciting experience to be a small part of.

A quick year

Last year at a glance:

Spring came and went.

Scout turned 5 and had a tea party.

Scout started kindergarten.  It was an emotional coming of age experience for me.

She loves it, except when she doesn't. But mostly she loves it.

Dash was born

Halloween

Thanksgiving happened. But I don't really remember it.

Dash was blessed

Sebastian turned 4

Sailor turned 2

Christmas. So many of my favorite traditions revolve around Christmas. I'll just mention this one. Instead of delivering cookies or various other assorted sweets that are far to plentiful at Christmas time, I decided to make mini loaves of Brioche style cinnamon raisin bread. 

Delicious!

We all got the flu, except Ryan.

Dash's turned into pneumonia. Tramatic.

This is Dash in the waiting room just before his diagnosis.

And that pretty much brings us up to date.

Each one of these moments (and all the ones I forgot to mention) deserves its own entry.  Complete with all the accompanying emotions thoughtfully recorded.
This will have to do for now.

Sometimes

Sometimes your five year old has a just out of the shower, soaking wet, lying on the floor, kicking, screaming, red faced fit. Threatening to break your phone if you don't give her what she wants, but promising not to break it if you give her what she wants.

And sometimes your 5 month old is lying on his blanket crying because he is done with his toy and wants to be held.

And sometimes your two year old doesn't notice all the screaming and crying and wants to play "catch me if you can" when you are trying to put a diaper on her so that you don't have to worry about pee on the carpet when you go pick up the crying 5 month old.

And sometimes your four year old is still naked because he got distracted on his way to put on his pajamas.

And sometimes both sides of your bra are still unlatched and your t-shirt collar is completely stretched out and misshapen from breastfeeding, and your hair is limp because you washed it but didn't style it.  And you aren't wearing any make-up.

And sometimes the kitchen still needs to be cleaned and toys picked up and your husband won't get off work until 3:00 am.

Sometimes it's not that way.

But sometimes it is.

Then sometimes at 7:45 everything is quiet and peaceful except the soft singing coming from the crib of your two year old.

And sometimes, as you peek in on each of your children on your way to bed you can't help but lose your breath just a little.  Amazed and in awe, wondering why you are so blessed.