alabama hurricane

not to be confused with texas tornado

this is normal, right? to go through a week, look up, and two weeks have actually passed?

or to upset yourself with the reality that you have lost your daughters special expensive monogrammed keepsake rattle just to get a call from the local jeweler that you havent even picked it up yet? {but by golly you put up a good fight with the sweet lady on the phone saying you had indeed picked up the rattle weeks ago, until she tells you she is holding said rattle in her hand and you havent touched it since christmas.}

i am accepting that this is my station in life right now...and while i feel extremely blessed i feel equally exhausted.  my self-given title of "full time mom, part time interior designer" is not exactly accurate as of late.

however, i do this to myself and while this may not make sense to my caring husband, the work can be worth the insanity.

my youngest has, in her unfortunate timing, decided to discover her voice much to her parents chagrin.  while talking emory is super cute, funny, and entertaining in daylight hours....well, you can imagine what this sounds like from 10pm-4am {her bewitching hours}.



she routinely spits out paci and then squeals, ...no squawks, no banshees {can i make that a verb?} until i walk back in there and replace it.  and this has been known to happen every forty five minutes, on the dot, until she finally decides to sleep tight and let mommy and daddy have three or four hours of sleep.

diva



and in true diva fashion she also just up and decided, after months of solid refusal, that she would take a bottle...like shes been doing it her entire life.

i can only imagine what is in store for us with this girl...for while she can pierce the ear and demand full on hourly attention, she can also give you that eyeeeeeee...and you are under her little girly spell.




this one



oh this one.
the "threes" are in full force
naps are a thing of the past {please come back please come back please come back}
and in their place are the tantrums.

but just like his younger sister, he can switch it on when he chooses and the spontaneous bear hugs are whats getting me through



so while clean dishes, clean clothes {as exhibited above}, clutter-free surfaces and showers {also exhibited above} may be hard to come by...the whole "fulfilled" aspect of this life is not in short supply.



my days and heart are quite full.

{photo by sis}

and if my sweet daughter would just let me, my nights might return to their "full" {of sleep} status and the hurricane nature of this present life might return to its tropical storm norm. 



oh what the heck do what you will you intoxicating-ly addictive little she-devil