Events

Since my last post, we've had tons of stuff going on. We went strawberry picking (see if you can spot the ones Hannah picked, below), then Aunt Sarah and Figgy came to babysit for the day, then we visited Grandmommy, Granna & Grandaddy, the Newlens and DelSignores in Staunton, then went to Maymont Park for Memorial Day. Then as an added bonus, Uncle Petey spent the night last night!

It's Worth It

It's moments like this that make it all worth it!

Fun Times

Things have been fairly uneventful lately, so here are some funny pics from fun times at home!

To Mommies

Today has been normal: crazy and sweet, messy and clean and messy again. I like the routine of a house full of babies.

I don't understand how a typical day could bring the anxiety and the load of guilt that today has brought. Anxiety when all three girls are vocalizing their unmet needs at the same time and my to-do list is growing twice as fast as tasks are getting checked off. Guilt when I'm doing laundry, guilty of not letting the dog in soon enough, guilty about being in sweatpants most of the day, eating chips at lunch time, playing too much and cleaning too little or cleaning too much and playing too little... I've learned I'm not the only young Mom who has days of struggling with chronic, low-grade, ambiguous guilt.

So I'm intentionally recalling a phrase I copied and traced over in my journal multiple times from a recent sermon at church, and maybe you need it too: "I am complete in Christ."

The housework will never be complete. The homemade dinner, couches free of laundry piles and babies with clean cheeks wearing more than a tshirt and diaper- that combination may not always be complete. But I'm complete in Christ, and by God's grace they will be too. That will be enough.

"For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily; and you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power." Col 2:9-10

Now on to battle dirty dishes with a lighter heart, mommy warriors...

Wormie

The girls' newest form of entertainment is holding inchworms and caterpillars that we find in the woods outside. Hannah is particularly infatuated with them.

"Wormie! Wormie? Baby wormie. Sweet. Nice? Squish him? Kiss him. Be nice. Nurse him."

Last week she brought a worm inside and was devastated at the idea of parting with him during snack time, so I put him in a box with a lid and set it on her tray so she could watch him while she ate her cottage cheese. I ran upstairs for a minute, and when I returned I found the cottage cheese cup empty, the worm box opened, and no Wormie in sight. Extra animal protein, I presume.