Favorite Spring Things!

Weekend Fun

We had a busy weekend with yard work, our FOURTH tooth coming in and of course March Madness.  We finally got to relax a little out in the sunshine.  We went to the park, visited our favorite winery for a few sips, then off to eat some BBQ (Daddy let the munchkin try some and then couldn't get her off of his plate) and we wrapped up the day with a blanket in the yard and a walk at Sunset.

Jessy likes to stick her hands in daddy's drink and then wonders why her hand is cold...

I can't wait to paint those little toes! I'm sure that will be an event in itself!

Sunshine

This weekend we spent an afternoon feeding the ducks, then went to visit friends and played on the lawn at a winery.  The weather was beautiful.  We took walks in the morning and played on blankets in the grass every day while enjoying the sunshine.

We also did a lot of yard work getting ready for summer.  It can't come soon enough!

Hiking and Ravioli

This weekend we finally had good weather and went for a little hike in the Canyon. We tested out the new kid carrier we got.  It's a Dueter Kid Comfort II and its fantastic!  As you can see by the pictures, Jessy was laughing the first 20 minutes of the hike, then promptly fell asleep for the rest!  She LOVED it.

The pack is made by a German company that specializes in kid carriers.  They think of everything with this pack, including a pillow (which Jessy did not use this time because apparently the strap was a better idea) and they even have a teddy bear tucked into its own carrier.  It fits both Mike and I with little adjusting. This is going to get a lot of miles out of it, especially because when traveling anywhere by plane we will take this instead of a stroller.

Afterward we gave baby J ravioli for the first time.  Talk about a mess!  But very much worth it to see her happy face.

When Satan Steals Your Motherhood

I know I said that baby girl was getting her two top teeth... well last night when she tilted her head back to laugh I realized it was FOUR of her top teeth coming down!  My poor girl. She is such a trooper even though it obviously hurts.

I wanted to make her day a little better so we decided to try a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. It was a huge hit!

I wanted to post this short article as it really spoke to me, I'm sure it will you too:

When Satan Steals Your Motherhood

It is there, and it creeps up like a silent killer. Maybe it is the wet underwear that you found floating in the hallway bathroom. Or the cat food that has been flung out on the floor like tiny marbles waiting to trip up a passer-by. Or the loud thumping and yelling and tantruming as if we live in some sort of primal age where roaring and beating your chest were the only way to get other’s attention.
And all of that madness and anger? It wasn’t the kids. It was me. The mother. The one who left a pair of Superman undies in a bathroom we rarely use for days, fed the cat without my glasses after someone else forgot, and the loud, obnoxious, downright scary human being I can be when I have just had more than I can handle.
That’s the kind of thing that happens when you allow satan to steal your motherhood.
No, it’s not the mistakes. It’s not the forgetfulness. It is what happens on the inside that no one else sees. And he knows just how to get to you.
He admires you, you know. But only when you yell at your kids, complain about tasks that need to be done regardless of how many people are in your home. He loves it when you wish you were the mom with the skinny jeans and tall boots and shiny hair with the perfectly groomed kids at the mall play area. You look at her and think you are subpar. Satan loves that.
Satan also loves it when you get scared because someone posted a random video online of how their 4-year-old can read, so you freak out that your 4-year-old is more interested in roaming outdoors and playing with bobby pins and giving them names, so you panic because books are the last thing on her mind. Satan is clapping now.
Satan also adores you when you get on the phone and ignore your kids, when you hide your true feelings and dreams and frustrations with your husband with a weak “I’m fine” and when you feel like this fun birthday party at the park for your children isn’t “the best” compared to someone else’s insanely expensive Pinterest celebration.
Satan wants you to fail. And to feel alone. And to feel inadequate to what Someone Else has called you to do.
Because I might as well have left the front door unlocked and allowed a thief to come right in my home yesterday. I mean, why not? I let Satan in. After all the fussing and nagging and utter bone tired exhaustion, I crawled into bed with my 3-year-old for a moment. Just to apologize.
“I am so sorry today was so rough.”
“I didn’t think it was rough. I thought it was fun!”
“Really? Which part was fun?”
“The part where we played on the couch like we were on a boat. Where we ‘fished’ with your belt as a fishing line, and used the couch pillows for life boats.”
Tears started rolling down my cheeks.“Please pray for me. That I can be a better Mommy.”
“Oh, I did! Earlier today. When it was sunny. Right before we played the boat game.”
Today I’m locking the door tight to whatever evil enters my heart and home.
Today I am going to remember the One who gives life and knows I am a mess and loves me anyway.
I washed the undies. The cat took care of the food. That 4-year-old is now 6 and can read like a champ. But she still names random things. And it’s cool that my hair is “shiny” because it is unwashed and I can’t wear tall boots because they make me taller than the guy that loves me to the moon and back.
Roll those cars down a ramp, read one more princess story, forget how “busy” you think you are and what the world thinks you should accomplish in a 24-hour period and for heaven’s sake, log off of Pinterest.
Take your kids and an old, worn blanket, reheat that coffee and hold them tight and just rest at the feet of Jesus for a moment.Today? It is going to be okay. Take back your motherhood. It is a gift. Listen to the life-giver, NOT the liar. 

Christie is a mother of three, cop’s wife, and Junior Mint lover. She blogs at Letters From the Nest and is a columnist for her hometown newspaper, The LaFollette Press. Christie and her family reside in the Appalachian mountains of East Tennessee, where sweet tea is served at every meal and hospitality is second nature. This post has been published here with her permission.