You know, as my family and I were riding on the boat at the lake this morning, I was taken aback by how much I love how different we all are and how much the same we are all at once. I love moments like those.
My hubby, loves the lake, sports and all things "business." He is by nature a forward-thinking, positive, get-it-done man whose center is Christ. He's often thinking of ways to do new things in the business world, a trait that must be genetic as it is like his Dad. He likes to work hard to get something accomplished, and then he certainly likes to relax. He is not blinded by labels or boxed in by limitations place on thoughts. He is creative in what he does, and he does not accept half-way or whining. He is a neat freak at work...at home, not so much...until the toys get on his nerves. He loves to laugh, and knows when to be serious. He's a seriously picky eater. He's lots of fun to be around, and knows when it's time just to chill and just be, you know what I mean?
Me, I'm a list-maker and a planner. I love the family chaos. I don't like to be in a huge rush, but I don't like to be late, either. I like to relax with my family anywhere. I enjoy my children, and I don't really enjoy cooking for my picky eaters, but I'd like to cook a variety of things if given the opportunity. But, I don't mind to make a huge mess and clutter doesn't get me all out of joint. I can take the toys laying out for a while, then we have to get it all up. I like to do the laundry...just putting it away seems to be a chore. I like to be outside...if I'm on the water or in the water. I like sports, but not at the Live-and-Breathe level of my hubby holds them dear. I am happiest when I'm with my hubby, L and C. I love to shop, though, I don't like to spend a ton of money. I like nice things, but am just as happy with inexpensive imitations so I can change my mind. I'm very flexible and not really all that picky about food (with exception to my allergies). I love to be creative and have many project plans. Although I'm not especially "artistic" I can get by...and I can imitate many things I see. I love to laugh, and I love to help out anyone in any way I can.
My L has such a heart for people, even at 4. He's often praying fro people he doesn't even know in hospitals, just because they need prayer. He will defend his sister from their discipline doling mother ("Mommy, don't put C in time-out. I'll just clean up for her." "Mommy, I don't like it when C has to get a spanking for pinching, hitting, and biting me. I'll just forgive her. " "M0mmy, please don't make C go to bed for hitting you and standing on the table. Just let her sleep in my bed tonight.") with no regard given to the fact that he'd be punished for the same thing she was doing if it were him. (Don't worry, I'm not some crazy child-abusing parent. I just used some of the most outrageous things C may do to illustrate my point about L.) H loves to make people laugh, and really doesn't like to see anyone cry. He loves to play outside, as long as it's not too hot. He's cautious, and trustworthy. (I seriously could leave him to sit out by the pool in a chair by himself after telling him not to get in the pool, and he would obey...NOT THAT I WOULD EVER DO THAT!) He is loving and sweet. He loves to rub a mole on my jawline that for most of my life I have hated...until he was born and began stroking it while he nursed. Now he just strokes it whenever he sits near me or while we're reading books and saying prayers at bedtime. He tells me it makes him "comf-able." He loves to sleep late and is NOT a morning person, just like his Daddy. He is a sports maniac and loves his dad's Alma mater with the same intense passion his father has. He loves blue and trucks and tractors and bugs and frogs and lizards. He likes to get a little dirty (not sticky, mind you...that's a whole other thing that L does NOT like), and he generally loves life. He is one of my absolute favorite people to hang out with, but not because he's my son, but because he's just fun to be with and he's just so darn good looking! :)
My C...loves all things pink, lavender (puh-ple), and girly. She's a princess. Bows and hideous sparkly plastic jewelry make her feel "goh-juss." She is sassy and joyful. Time-outs really tick her off, but spankings and scoldings...really don't slow her up. She is full-on all the time...until she crashes. She asks for naps in her bed (no snuggling, please), and wants to be in her bed when it's dark at night. She loves babies and dolls and purses. She wants to be just where her big brother is and she loves her daddy. She tells me all the time that I'm her "fav-rite" and her "best gihl." Oh, I didn't know what was missing from our family until she came along. She's the life of any party and those clear baby blue eyes...they get me every time. She's the loudest personality in our family, and we all enjoy her immensely. She has no problem expressing herself. I think I said one time that she was speaking in complete intelligible sentences by 18m...no exaggeration. She's been saying words and phrases since before 12m. We now hold intelligent conversations (and lots of times, I have to remind myself that she's only two...her reasoning and rational thought has not developed yet) with this 26m old gal. She has no problem saying exactly what she's thinking. She's an early riser and is ready to roll whenever she rises, just like her Mommy. She doesn't mind changes, and is really a carefree gal. She's sweet and spicy all at the same time. She's fearless and many times not one to follow directions on the first try. She's exhausting and exhilarating all at once. O baby girl, I do love you so much!
These days, I find myself enjoying everything as life seems to have fallen into such a nice rhythm. I'm sad that for now, the demands of infancy are waning, but I'm enjoying that our children are a little more independent. I'm enjoying that my husband is able to enjoy them even more, especially for one-on-two time with them...being potty training is a huge help in that area. He likes them as much as I do...you know, besides the loving them beyond all other creatures on earth that came with them being our kiddos. I'm also feeling like, at least for the past couple of weeks, that I'm not spinning my wheels as a mom. Things get done in a day. Of course, things still take a while, but we are not dealing with a crying infant or prewalker needing extreme supervision. (Cause at our house, the age of 2 means less supervision...just kidding...) I'm not saying that I necessarily love the break-neck pace that my kids are growing up or that I don't take care of them past 2 years old. I'm just saying that each day has it own set of challenges. But maybe because they are reaching the age of my "professional training" I'm feeling a little more prepared. Maybe..And don't get me wrong...I'd go back to the infancy again in a heartbeat. But this is cool, too!
Happy Lazy Saturday! We're back out to the pool as soon as the babes wake up.
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