i sigh often. at the beauty it is more of an ahhhhhhhhhh.
at the intensity of life with this one it is more of haaaaaaaaaaaa
(there is a difference)
she is so full of feisty joy. cucumber flailing, glue pouring, glitter sprinkling, fridge opening, milk pouring, permanent marker writing, scissor cutting, lotion spreading, lip gloss eating… (and yes, i realize that taking photos of these things may encourage them…i’ll stop now).
this is my load of mousies girl, after all. and this is who i spend my days with. i am grateful (and tired).
i have clear memories of naomi and micah at this age…and how we spent our days. i miss them. they were feisty too. : )
prairie daze 
oh my!
i feel like i am so right there with you
and i am so glad that you can be there
and love it all at the same time
(even if it’s not always at exactly the same time!)
there is sooooo much joy
that comes with so much life
and sometimes that does make on tired
hugs!
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I think I’m much more strict than you , but as I look at these pictures I realize that being more subdued might be the way to go. I am happy and the way you raise your children is the way my mom raised me
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Poignant. This post makes me think of the lyrics of a Simon & Garfunkel song, bookends . . .
Time it was and what a time it was it was,
A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you.
Enjoying our children where they are now and remembering with sweetness those younger days.
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