Some days it’s easy to write what’s on your heart and other days? Other days, not so much.
But the good news about a photo dump…the pictures do all the talking. Am I right?
For some reason, lately I have been at a loss for words. I know. Me? At a loss for words. Seems unfathomable. But I’ve got 83 posts in drafts and they all contain pictures with no words. They are all there just waiting for me to add the story.
But you see, I don’t like to add just any story. This blog is my story. My family’s story. And so I write…when it comes to me. And by golly, that might be never at this 83-posts-in-draft rate.
In the meantime…I’ll just bombard y’all with pictures of my oh-so-darling children. That should hold you over, right?
Perhaps the boys have said signed it best.
“Make Peace and Shut Your Mouth.”
Sometimes that’s the best policy.
I actually feel like I use to be really bad at that. Shutting my mouth. Psssst. Never. In high school I was the most outspoken, no filter, say what you mean type of gal. It landed me in bad places at times.
It’s funny how God has changed my heart and I can honestly say that sometimes {notice I did not say all the time} I have learned to be the bigger person and keep my mouth zipped.
Except when I’m yelling at my kids to stop putting stickers all over their face of course.
Or to put some dang clothes on.
Oh, who am I kidding. I gave up on the clothes thing ions ago. Especially now that the older boys are coaxing SJ to the nude side. I have no hope. Funny enough, I’m cool with it.
We even pray sans the pants.
Ok, not me. Or they hubby. That would be some weird ritual and I would advise y’all to stop following my blog yesterday.
But the boys usually are in their undies during family prayer time. Luckily, God ain’t judging. And yes, we do our family prayer time in a circle, on the floor, holding hands. It works for us.
Crazy how I thought I had nothing to say in this post. Maybe I should wrap it up and go tackle the remaining 82 posts that need my attention. No?
Or perhaps I should give the baby more chocolate. Clearly it’s like crack.
I can’t get that kid to eat hardly anything. But put some Nestle chocolate chips in front of him and BAM…kid wants to punch me if I don’t cooperate. I don’t think it’s possible that they got their love of sweets from their mother. I only eat fruits. Except late at night when I hoard Reese’s in my bed. Other than that I only eat fruit.
I think that concludes my extremely random photo dump. The one where the pictures were suppose to do all the talking and then I took over and rambled on about nothing. Well, not nothing. Praying as a family in a circle on the floor is something. But “the many ways to sleep with spongebob” was nothing.
In case you missed it yesterday, the fabulous Kelly from Smart School House shared an easy DIY Makeup Brush Box.
And I swear the second I feel better I’m going to go make like 3 of them. They are THAT cute! Oh, and hubby is now sick. And middle child. I’ve been on the couch since Monday. Monday people! I need to go DIY something fast or I’m gonna freak out on somebody.
