You know how I feel about little guys learning to spell. Its my favorite thing. Actually, not as much their learning to spell but their inability to spell. You get it. It is SO adorable. Mix a little french in there and everybody wins!
Today, not only did Wavys spelling kick butt, but her drawings were pretty much perfect. 👌
I love both of these SO MUCH. She is hilarious, and creative, and totally unashamed of any of the work she does. She is such a little free spirit 💜
I love you, Waverly!! You write and draw beautifully. I’m very proud of you!
Brady and I are barely “evening apart” people, so two nights and three days feels like a long stretch! Add to that his mobility changes since he’s travelled alone, plus the promise of a snow storm, I have REALLY wished he was home. But this evening, the dream comes true because he is on his way!!
They wrapped up some morning training, and rather than going to lunch, Brady went to Ikea to make a pickup for us! While we are fairly desperately purging this house, we are eager to find ways to make the house work well for us. A huge chunk of that is getting rid of clutter and furniture that isn’t working, but another part of it is replacing it with things that do work. So we ordered a few things through their click and collect option, and someone came and loaded it up in Bradys van! Heyooooo!!
Post-Ikea, Brady filled up and grabbed some lunch at Wendys. This picture actually just destroys my heart, but in a fabulous way 💜 It has been a LONG time since this man pumped his own gas 💜 There is a whole story there. Maybe for another day.
Look at how handsome he is!!! 😍
As the snow has started to swirl, please carry my man in your prayers! Thankfully, he left in daylight and should make it home still in daylight! I am SO looking forward to spending the evening with him, and hopefully a coffee in the morning as well. My favorite person right here. 🙌
Do you know who does? Its Brady. You know how I know? Because today, when I went to the kitchen to pour myself a coffee, there was a VERY old bottom of the pot situation going over there, not even sort of resembling fresh coffee 🤣 You better believe I drank some, though, because it was definitely coffee time.
Every evening, Brady packs his backpack for the next work day, and makes a pot of coffee to brew in the early morning hours so he and I can have coffee in bed together before he leaves for the day. Then I get the kids off to school, and once they’re gone, I pour another cup and drink it usually before the babies get up. Its a pretty nice routine. It doesn’t always play out perfectly like that, but its the goal, anyway.
Today, I did not wake up to have coffee in bed, because I slept like a rock and then Munchie woke up for milk at 6:45. Baby got milk and I got up for the day!
I got the kids up and off to school, and then Cher came over for coffee and a day of work. It only occurred to me on my way from the mug shelf to the coffee maker that coffee had not been made 😅 I laughed at myself when I realized it, and when I picked up the pot to make some quickly, and it was heavy in my hands, I figured “what the heck” and poured some. Cher’s “ewwwww” served as a fitting theme song to that cup, but she lovingly made me some fresh java a little later in the day 💜 And even set some up for tomorrow that I can start whenever my heart desires.
I’m pretty well taken care of 💜 Even when I’m a total bird brain.
Brady’s away on a work thing….. He is never not here for night unless he’s in the hospital. Its a strange feeling, for sure. We should be watching the Good Doctor in bed by now, and eating some snacks. Earbuds in and snacks on our laps, we would finally let down after the day. Together.
However.
He’s at a steakhouse with a bunch of dudes, and then off to a hotel for the night! I’m eating some leftover popcorn from last week, and I just started up a new docuseries on Netflix. I don’t want to be in bed a whole lot on my own, so I’m crocheting in the living room, waiting for my youth kid to come home. Its still nice. But not as nice.
A big part of it is that Brady hasn’t travelled alone since everything changed. Stuff is more challenging now, and while he’s capable of doing pretty much all of it independently, its a lot of work for him to do without help. He can. But goodness how I wish I could be with him. Learning experiences for both of us, I suppose. But ugh. I like him a lot. Hope he doesn’t stay out too late and do something embarrassing like falling asleep sitting up… That would be weird…
Its not like he’s gone long. Two nights, three days. Easy. Just know how loved you are, honey. We already miss you. Hopefully I don’t move the entire house around before you get home 😬 You’ve been warned.
I hope you all have a MUCH more normal week than meeeee!
Oh except Cher. Her week just got nuts, too! 😻😻😻😻😻😻
I want to make a joke about having a case of the Mondays, but I don’t mean it in a Garfeldian way. More so in the way where it was just a bit scattered but not altogether bad. Just. Mondayish.
It began with a plumber. The ministry has their homes get regular furnace inspections, so that happened today. We really love our plumber. We tend to get the same guy coming to our place, and he is so comfortable to have in the house, which goes a long way to me. I like that guy, and we have good rapport by now.
The babies usually all wake up and get up around the same time, but they alternated differently today, which seemed to throw off the routine a bit. One was particularly loud and crusty, and another was big on the provoking. However, as the morning wore on, everyone seemed to even out. It wasn’t smooth, but everyone was indeed ready to rest again after lunch. Which was perfect because Mondays are nuts lately.
After school on Mondays, there are just so many moving parts. My mom was a huge help with the half of the kids that stayed home. I was in the city with the other half. Brady was late coming home after work, and he had a LOT to do this evening after getting home. It was a little scrambly for sure but not bad. Just, busy.
When my group came home, everyone seemed to be doing super well! Supper was done. A couple of kids got into a card game right away. Babies got settled in for bed. Brady was doing some worky things that needed doing. I put a little laundry in, and then headed out for a quick trip to Tim’s with Cher.
Tomorrow marks the day of her brothers passing. We do our best to commemorate his life with his beverage of choice – a medium iced capp with whip. Since tomorrow is a little nutty schedule-wise, we went this evening instead. Kid free. No timeline. It was nice.
Now, the house is quieted down, and I’m punching out this post while Brady wraps up his evening work. I’ve started to be out in the living room a bit more than I used to, where I’d lay in bed as soon as humanly possible once kids were down. I still do sometimes, but this let’s me crochet a little into the evening, or watch a show without an ear bud in, or putter in my kitchen. Things like that. But tonight, its just blogging, and maybe some crocheting if there’s time. I’m definitely set for drinks while I work!
It’s going to be a different kind of week this week. Lord, protect us and keep us! Let our days be productive and restful and full of good memories made.
I know I’m jinxing the weather by talking about it, but here I am anyway, because I want to appreciate it.
Remember as a kid, you would have like a GOOD friend for a particular season where you’d do lots together? I remember having a friend one summer who I would spend HOURS with, racing leaves, bottle caps, etc. down the little streams in the curbs. I always had set times to be home, but I remember feeling like those days just went on and on, and I could race little white pop bottle caps as long as I could have ever wanted. Which was a lot, according to my memory. Little Hailey was pretty simple, I guess 🤣 I like to think she was fun, though. Anyway.
Today, my kids are outside, playing with the kids across the street. They cracked out a ton of chalk, and our neighbours brought paintbrushes. They’re scribbling the chalk really good, and then using the gutter puddles to turn it into paint. They’re painting on the driveway, rocks, leaves, etc. I absolutely LOVE the simplicity of it all, and I love how well everyone is playing. Points to letting kids discover and be a little bored from time to time. Its so good for them. 💜
Clouds are coming and going, but I can still hear bikes and scooters. There is giggling and running. Wet feet. Bare arms. And to think there is still even better weather to come! This is just the beginning, and I am HERE for it! 😍
I love our street and the kids on it 💜 What a precious town we live in!
Who is keeping track of the number of treatments Bradys had? We sure aren’t 😅🤣 MRIs, yes, but not treatments. Now that I’ve said this, however, Brady will work out the number and update me. I can almost guarantee it.
Brady went for treatment number whatever today 💜 Starting up a new six week cycle. I’m not sure I could love this man any more than I already do.
My day felt heavy. His day included cancer treatment, which in and of itself is heavy. Yet I know with confidence we’ll come together and be so content to just share air 💜
The five have been at my moms this afternoon. The three are all up right now. Spoons is reading board books. LD is trying to climb the islands drawer handles. Munchie is hanging out in a high chair so as not to get trampled. And Brady is on his way home.
I am VERY grateful for all we’ve been given and how beautiful our life is, the people in it, and the home we share. Thank you, Lord.
Summer jams. The playlist I make each each that has new fun songs for our family to listen to on the way to camp. Last year, the kids renamed it “Weekend Music Stuff Tunes.”
Summer jams. The preserves our Dahlsjos buy from the farmers market all season long.
Summer jams. The pajamas the babies wear. This is specifically what I wanted to post about today.
The algorithm got it right yesterday. It showed me that The Childrens Place has started putting out my FAVORITE summer jammies for the little ones. They’re little fitted zipper onesies, but they’re shorts and tshirt length rather than sleepers with long legs and arms. These are GOLD. They’re cozy, but cool, and can go backwards on the ones that are particularly sneaky with their late night diaper removal. Often at the lake, the babies get up and keep wearing these onesies all through the day because they are SO easy and SO cute. Of course, they are brand new at the moment so they are WAY overpriced. But I will diligently wait for a sale so I can snap some up for the season.
Seeing them show up online got me all excited for the season to come 💜 I can’t wait to get our butts back to the campground. To see our beautiful site, clean it all up, hook everything up, build a fire, and then let the kids just RUN. I’m ready.
If you live anywhere nearish where I live, you know we got a pretty good snowfall overnight. Which was SO discouraging for a good chunk of us, I imagine. Definitely in our home. But my favorite part of the snow today was the fact that Bradys van was drifted in our driveway. Because of VBS, I’m able to stay in bed longer than regular school days, so when Brady was suddenly back in our bedroom doorway with coffee in hand, I was elated 💜 We watched an episode of our show and sipped coffee together until it was time to get everyone up. It was so nice.
We spent a couple of hours together. Granted, he was working, but it was honestly just nice to share a table. While the babies ate breakfast (we have three in high chairs again! 😍) Brady worked on his laptop, and I crocheted at the table. Just to all share air.
He did eventually go to work, thanks to some very attentive neighbours and town crews who got the driveway cleared, around Brady’s minivan, AND our street!
Honourary mention highlights go to Tims iced coffee, and popping in on some of my favorite people at the Medicine Shoppe in Mville. Truly, GOOD people there!
The lowlight award goes to the poor communication in the world of foster care. So many eye rolls lately. But those moments are the ones that I remind myself are “the job.” Because fostering doesn’t feel like a job. Until it comes to the inconveniences that are overlooked or dismissed or deemed unimportant. But the silver lining just means a little less back and forth, possibly a bit less trauma in some cases, and more time with our babes!!
The evening holds promise of crocheting, and supper in bed with Brady.
