Happy, Lucky Idiot

My husband and I were talking about how nice it is to stay home instead of running from place to place. How connected we feel again. We used to run, run, run. Buy, buy,buy... For the last month we've been staying home.  We've quit spending money on unnecessary, trivial crap.  The less we spend, the easier it gets.  The more time at home, the more moments with our family are captured.

The babies, playing with a plastic container and making us laugh

 Em and Noah playing out in the snow with Grandpa and daddy

 The babies and I, playing in the patch of sun on the carpet this morning

All we have our these moments.  This is what the kids are going to remember.  Not what I decorated the house with, or what clothes I thought I had to buy them.  I want them to remember having fun.  I want to make worthwile memories with these little beings. 

I have to be proud to live this life, and teach them the value of family and faith. I couldn't do that if we would have continued down that path of wastefulness.  That path leads to regret.  I've had enough regrets in this life. 

"If you have time to chatter,
Read books.

If you have time to read,
Walk into mountain, desert and ocean.

If you have time to walk,
Sing songs and dance.

If you have time to dance,
Sit quietly, you happy, lucky idiot."
— Nanao Sakaki

I Ask the Impossible

I Ask the Impossible

I ask the impossible: love me forever.
Love me when all desire is gone.
Love me with the single-mindedness of a monk.

When the world in its entirety,
and all that you hold sacred, advise you
against it: love me still more.
When rage fills you and has no name: love me.
When each step from your
door to your job tires you—
love me; and from job to home again.

Love me when you’re bored—
when every woman you see is more beautiful than the last,
or more pathetic, love me as you always have:
not as admirer or judge, but with
the compassion you save for yourself
in your solitude.

Love me as you relish your loneliness,
the anticipation of your death,
mysteries of the flesh, as it tears and mends.

Love me as your most treasured childhood memory—
and if there is none to recall—
imagine one, place me there with you.
Love me withered as you loved me new.

Love me as if I were forever—
and I will make the impossible
a simple act,
by loving you, loving you as I do.

-Ana Castillo

It's a Mystery!

Mystery of the Universe:

Why everytime I brag about how smart my kids are, they do something that makes them look like total ding dongs??  I was bragging to my sister about Ellie's mad genius and she was bent over trying to lick her play keyboard. Ahhh kids....

A little bit of life

"What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family."
— Mother Teresa

Noah helped Mama cook dinner.  Look how proud he is!

I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich. 
-Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
-Desmond Tutu

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
-Thomas Jefferson

The family is one of nature's masterpieces. 
 -George Santayana

Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future.
-Gail Lumet Buckley

Ellie's turn!
In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day,
but you keep getting detoured. 
 -Robert Brault

Trying out Noah's potty

Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life!
-Albert Einstein

These are the moments...


Daddy makes Ellie laugh

He's making his "scary" face

Daddy is the funniest guy!

Time for our excersises

Hey, you have one of those, too.

Let me grab that, daddy.

Mad because she had to put her pajamas on.

Showing some teeth.

Noah's turn having fun with daddy!


Sniff my foot, Mama.

Jumping on the couch

Making his scary face

Tiny dancer

Noah brought me some Little People stew.

This is what happens when you forget you have bread rising.  Oops!

"If you're not having fun, you're doing something wrong."

— Groucho Marx