Last week Sunday while we were having dinner at my parents' house, Elsie said something so cute and funny that I had to write it down before it's forgotten. The juice that we were going to drink was a little bit old, so my dad was joking about it being fermented. Well, Elsie took the first sip of this old juice, and the following conversation ensued:
Ashley: "Is that juice good?" Elsie: "Yes! It's yummy." Ashley: "Is it fermented?" *Elsie looks a little bit confused. Ashley: "Is the juice fermented?" Elsie: "No. This juice is for Elsie!"
P.S. We knew it wasn't fermented.
Elsie has turned into such a chatterbox! She is always listening and repeating things she's heard (in the right context!! What!?!?) I love to hear her telling herself bedtime stories after we put her to bed. I love it when she tells me what she dreamed about last night. She is so happy (most of the time), and loves learning new things. This whole parenting thing is changing. It's getting even better.
I stay at home with my children. Sometimes it can get a little monotonous, the whining and crying can get annoying, the never ending laundry and dishes can get overwhelming. But sometimes, there are moments when I am just so happy and love those kids of mine so much I could cry. Those moments could happen when Elsie gives me a big hug, when Luke looks at his sister with complete adoration, when they are both sleeping, when they both want to be held (and are both in tears), or when I am watching Luke practice standing up and crawling and Elsie walks into the room with her face covered in my makeup!
I've just had one of those moments. I am not mad. I am not overwhelmed. I am not annoyed. I am amused. I am happy. I am kind of proud (that she knows she doesn't need to use all of the lipstick anymore). Most of all, I love them. I feel like this moment was the breath of fresh air I needed to keep my patience (and sanity) and remember what's important. To remember that a clean kitchen isn't everything, and these two will only be small for a short time. This one moment, I fully enjoyed them.
I hope you will have a moment (or lots of moments) of joy today.
Elsie has started a new thing this spring. She loves picking flowers, then pulling the petals off of them and saying, "He love me." then blowing that petal away. Sort of like on The Little Mermaid. We all did this as little girls, right? But I love how Elsie only says "He love me". Why would she even think otherwise?!
Last week was Valentine's Day, and today we went to Grandmom's house to celebrate Granddad. It's been 3 years since he died, and I have just been thinking how precious our time really is. Grandmom mentioned how much she still misses him when she is singing alone in church. She really loves him. And I really love you. I love listening to you sing. I love making and eating dinner with you. I love holding your hand while we walk. I love waking up in the middle of the night and knowing you're there. I love talking about our dreams and plans for the future. I love laughing with you. I love watching you be a dad. I love it when you tell me all about work today and what you're hoping to accomplish. I love that you try to be your best self. I love that you take me and the kids to church then take care of Elsie and Luke because I'm too nervous about my lesson to think about anything else. I love your smile and your attitude. What I'm trying to say is, Thank you for being you. I love you lots.