Proof that Kids Don’t Need Much…

We worked in the yard today. The Hubs finished hauling off the monster bush remains!!! While we were outside I was getting annoyed. We have a super great playset in the backyard. It has swings, a slide, a fort loft, a tire swing. It’s incredible.

But the kids weren’t playing on it. I finally convinced them to swing some, but I was still angry. I thought they were ungrateful.

… Then I noticed my 3 year old son playing “golf”

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He had found this stick and rock and used them as a putter and golf ball…

And I was so excited. He was too afraid of potential spiders on his fort to risk climbing it… So he had found something else to do. It was creative. It was fun. Best of all, it required no toys at all. He was completely content and having a blast.

Proof that kids really don’t need much stuff to play.

… Although I wouldn’t complain if they started playing on the swingset more.

… Maybe it’s time to purge more toys… ;-)

The Last Hour

(*Note: I just realized the post title sounds so serious, but all of my creative energy is gone… Nothing left to think of something witty… Sorry!!! <3 )

Life with three sweet tornadoes is… Energetic? Enthusiastic? Loud?

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I heart my babes. Most days are fine. I mean, some days are awful and start that way right out of the gate… but most days are great. There is imaginative play, building, creativity, squabbles that are easily mediated. There are hugs, and snuggles, and “I love you brother”s and “I wuv you sissy”s and “We love our baby brother”s, things are generally amazing.

…until the last hour. I’m not exactly sure how my kids know when Fly Dad leaves work… but they know. How you ask? How can the 5 year old, 3 year old and 10 month old know? I don’t know. But (some days) during that last hour before Daddy gets home chaos ensues.

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FMF: Begin

This is only my third time participating, but since this is Lisa-Jo’s last week hosting… I had to write. Her book Surprised by Motherhood was such a lovely read as are the many writings on her blog. Thank you Lisa-Jo for your encouraging words to mothers. I am a mom in the trenches with three young babes and I cherish your drive to be real and to encourage us in our callings to mother regardless or age, number of children, or occupation. <3

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My Un-Word…

I’ve already chosen my One Word for the year… but when the Nester posted this article about choosing an Un-word… I was even more excited. Choosing my one word (Shire ;-) is cool and gives me focus, but I think the Un-word is something I need even more. (Even though everytime I read “Un-word” I start singing A very merry un-birthday from Alice in Wonderland…)

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An Un-word is a word that you are rejecting for this year. Something you want to fix or Un-do.

The more I thought about it the more I knew I wanted to participate… in my mind. I had no intention of actually joining or heaven forbid blogging about it. Last night changed that.

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After 31 Days

For me, right now life is nursing, diapers, dishes, and breaking up preschooler fights.

Swings, trains, crayons, and Duplos get a big chunk of our days.

{Photo Courtesy: The Geeky Place}

I have only participated in the 31 days challenge twice. I started my blog with it last year and I gave it the Ol’ college try this year. I made no promises about writing after my baby came. ;-) Each year when the challenge is over I am a little burned out.

1) I’m just not used to writing that frequently

2) Being a mom (especially of such Little ones…) is hard enough. Blogging is a hobby, and I love it (sometimes ;-) but it takes TIME. Something I don’t have much of.

3) I just don’t have that much to say… Each year I have walked away KNOWING some of my posts were lame, but also knowing I had committed to posting daily. I had the positive feeling that comes with accomplishment, but I also knew that with the pressure to post daily not all of my stuff was super fantastic…

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