Life is busy and there are days we have a hard time catching our breath. I don't foresee the pace slowing down anytime soon, though, so we're doing our best to enjoy this season we're in.
Lofton and I hit the ground running at five each morning. There's dressing for work, bottles to make, lunches to pack, and children to wake and feed. It's a carefully choreographed dance that we've perfected over the last month. Lofton drops the boys at school and I'm responsible for pick up.
I make my race across town as soon as I can each afternoon. I've become even more efficient in my classroom than before. I will not take work home-- time with my kiddos is too precious-- and so I jam every bit of planning and paper grading into my mornings before the bell rings. Jack is first on the pick up list and Reese is second. It takes me about an hour to get from work to both kiddos schools and home.
Afternoons are a blur of homework, snacks, bottles, an occasional baby that needs to be rocked, and preparation for soccer practice. Lofton swoops in for Reese when he gets off work and they are out the door. Jack has held firm to his sevenish bedtime so I'm usually rocking him to sleep when the big boys return. Lofton takes care of feeding Reese and getting him to bed. Then we try to have an adult conversation before we go to bed and start anew.
It's rough and we're tired. But we know it's a season. And we wouldn't trade these hard days for anything.
Fall break starts Friday and we are headed to the beach. A short vacation for just the four of us. It's much needed time away to catch our breath. The days are long, but these moments are short. When Reese turned six a few weeks ago I found myself constantly thinking "did we do enough to enjoy the time we've had with him as our little boy?" I know we did. It was a silly question, but the sentiment remains. Even in the busyness I want to enjoy this time.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
JRB {six}
Reese,
You are my first born, the baby who made me a Mama. And today you are six. If I really think hard about it, I fear I'll start crying and never stop. We've officially turned the corner to little boy land. It's exhausting and amazing all at once.
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You are such a boy these days. Our lives are consumed with Legos and Ninja Turtles and soccer and football. You come home from school sweaty and dirty. Full of silly stories about lunch and friends and recess. You're chatty-- maybe too chatty-- at school, but I'm learning to let go and not worry about it. If talking is the worst of your problems, we'll be okay.
This year has brought with it homework and learning to read. You continue to love books and are picking up more and more words you can read independently. We still read Jack and Annie {Magic Tree House} books daily.
Each afternoon we race home to watch WildKrats on PBS. It's about two brothers whom are scientists. You have become a walking encyclopedia of information on habitats and exotic animals. Currently you want to be a football playing scientist when you grow up.
In addition to reading, you have developed a love for writing. I bought you a few notepads at Target and we now find notes all over the house. After one particularly sassy evening, I went to bed and found a love note from you on my bedside table. That's so you, though. Strong willed and full of sass, but with such a heart of gold. You love so deeply and always have.
God knew what he was doing when he gave me you. You are my best little friend, my favorite errand runner, my heart. You challenge me, but it's because we are so similar. I have prayed this verse over you since you were born and now more than ever it rings true-- Luke 2:40 And the child grew and became strong, filled with wisdom. And the favor of God was upon him.
I pray for you. I pray you stay the same funny, kind hearted, science loving kiddo you are right now. You are a good friend, a great brother, and the most amazing son. Your daddy and I are so incredibly proud of you.
You are my first born, the baby who made me a Mama. And today you are six. If I really think hard about it, I fear I'll start crying and never stop. We've officially turned the corner to little boy land. It's exhausting and amazing all at once.
You are such a boy these days. Our lives are consumed with Legos and Ninja Turtles and soccer and football. You come home from school sweaty and dirty. Full of silly stories about lunch and friends and recess. You're chatty-- maybe too chatty-- at school, but I'm learning to let go and not worry about it. If talking is the worst of your problems, we'll be okay.
This year has brought with it homework and learning to read. You continue to love books and are picking up more and more words you can read independently. We still read Jack and Annie {Magic Tree House} books daily.
Each afternoon we race home to watch WildKrats on PBS. It's about two brothers whom are scientists. You have become a walking encyclopedia of information on habitats and exotic animals. Currently you want to be a football playing scientist when you grow up.
In addition to reading, you have developed a love for writing. I bought you a few notepads at Target and we now find notes all over the house. After one particularly sassy evening, I went to bed and found a love note from you on my bedside table. That's so you, though. Strong willed and full of sass, but with such a heart of gold. You love so deeply and always have.
In the last month your love for Jack has exploded. You ask to hold him all the time. Watching you with your brother melts my heart.
God knew what he was doing when he gave me you. You are my best little friend, my favorite errand runner, my heart. You challenge me, but it's because we are so similar. I have prayed this verse over you since you were born and now more than ever it rings true-- Luke 2:40 And the child grew and became strong, filled with wisdom. And the favor of God was upon him.
I pray for you. I pray you stay the same funny, kind hearted, science loving kiddo you are right now. You are a good friend, a great brother, and the most amazing son. Your daddy and I are so incredibly proud of you.
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