"Let the Dust Bunnies Roll!"

The title of this post was the advice given to me by our kids' Nurse Practitioner, who also had three little girls. 

The last few weekends have been full of fun & family, with more family coming tomorrow (Uncle Petey & Aunt Sally!)  Here are some pictures.

Figgy Poppins floated in with her umbrella, duffels and an old flannel sleeping bag last Friday afternoon.  She promptly sent me upstairs with time to get a shower, and do my hair, and makeup, and quite honestly I felt like a real person again!  She stayed all weekend, until last Tuesday, cooking and cleaning and bringing lots of fun and snuggles to the girls.  Basically, she worked herself to the bone for 5 straight days.  As soon as Figgy left, Hannah started crying, Charis requested that she come back to stay another night, and Mommy sat down on the laundry room floor, called Mike, and sobbed.  I have since regained my sanity, and truly I've been floored by how Jesus makes me sufficient to do this impossible Mommy task alone during the day.  But we're SO grateful for the visit and all the hard work Figgy did to help us!  

"Braeby, if you don't go take a nap, I'm leaving!"

This past weekend, Granna & Grandaddy came to visit again!  They, like other courageous loved ones, braved our paltry guest accommodations and three runny-nosed girls to stay with us on Saturday night.  They came bearing a delicious dinner, handled our family's evening "crazy hour" with grace (4:30 pm - 7:30 pm every night), helped clean up our neglected landscaping, and even allowed time for me to go to the grocery store for the first time in over two weeks!  We begged them not to leave on Sunday evening, but to no avail. 

I just thought this was humorous.  Our mantle: a distinguished, elegant wedding photo  full of the hopes and dreams of  tomorrow, a lego tower that might be there forever (Daddy was admonished for trying to clean it up), and a bug box with dirt and an earthworm which was given to Mommy with love.  

The growing individuality is the best part about this age...

This is what "wake-time" looks like lately.

When they're fighting over a toy, they've both started yelling "SHARE!"  "SHARE!" which is a nice word, and we're working on learning how to implement that.  Above, the camera captured a sweeter  moment when Hannah half-way enjoyed Charis "reading" a book to her.  In the kitchen, I could hear occasional reprimands, "SIT IN MY LAP! SIT!"