when we adventure

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When we adventure we are closer.  We remember to appreciate God’s creation.  we run wild and free.  We take a close look at the details of the world.  We forget about bills, and stress.  When we adventure we are more of who we are.  We connect to our spirit.

Sometimes I forget how much I love being on an adventure.  My mind wants to remember the work.  The packing.  The prepping.  The mess.

That’s why I like photography.

Images remind me of the fun moments.  Memories the kids won’t forget should outweigh the tasks.

We need more adventure in this house.

Not pictured is the knitting I got done, the laughs we had, the food we ate, the energy they got out.

What adventures do you love to do with your family?  What do you want to remember in those moments?

We have fun and make memories when we adventure.

beat you’re kids up

For the last two mornings I’ve done something that I haven’t been doing for a year.  I beat my kids up.  By “beat up” I mean I got up out of my bed and started my day before they were awake.

This was something I did as often as I could before I went back to school, but I fell off the wagon.  I actually did get up and get ready before them on workdays, but I was gone all day.  It doesn’t have the same benefit when you aren’t around the kids.

I like getting up earlier then they because I don’t like starting my day with a list of demands and tasks.

Mom I’m hungry.

Mom ____ isn’t sharing.

Mom can I _____?

What are we doing today?

What are we eating?

When is dad coming home?

I think you get the drift.  There’s instant motion and work in my house, the moment the children rub their sleepy eyes.  The workload begins and I find myself grumpy and weighed down.

Yesterday was a great example of why, for me, beating the kids up is of utmost importance.

We had “one of those days”.  I mentioned before how we are all learning how to be together.  With school out, it’s even worse now.  Our house hasn’t found it’s rhythm yet.  Rhythm is important.  Moving has also contributed to the chaos.

I woke up, had my time in the scriptures, drank an exorbitant amount of coffee, and the first little one came trickling out to the back porch.

The back porch is my favorite spot in the morning.

The rest of the day was rough.

fighting, arguing, disobeying.

Sound familiar?  I hope not, but I know I’m not alone.

I handled the hectic mess so much calmer and gracefully than I had been this last month.

Truly, I just to mentally prepare for the day.  Soak in The Word, sip in the caffeine, and prepare for battle.

That’s what it can feel like, can’t it? A battle for peace.

Do you need to prepare for battle as well?

How do you maneuver the mine field in your house?

I beat my kids up.

moving to the city

If you haven’t been here long, you my not know. I’ll share with you a not-so-secret.  I’m a planner.  I love things in my head being organized and thought out well.  I like to have a paper planner.  Old school style.  We have moved 7 previous times in 15 years with lots of time and help and organized lists, labeled boxed by room and most important contents, all utilities changed ahead of time ect.  This time was much different.

Though we had planned on moving for a few months, I was in school and couldn’t even consider looking at a box until I graduated.  So, we moved in two weeks.  Two weeks from nothing packed to sleeping in a new home.  I had to let lots of things go.

Today is our fifth day living in our new house in the city.  Guess what?  I still have all the utilities on at the old house.  That’s right.  Everything’s a mess.  Well, to me anyways.  I tried to take care of the rest of the list I had made today, but it’s in Nick;s name, so he has to do it.

It’s out of my hands.

I’m learning that most things are nowadays.  It’s so much a bad thing.

I am forced to relinquish control over my life in small details, and big ones as well.  This causes me to have to make peace with where I am and who really is in charge.

Despite my efforts to have every details thought and planned, I make a mess that only God can clean up.

I hadn’t looked at my planner or a calendar for a week. I forgot about appointments that inconvenienced a certain person…that made me feel awful.

I got sick right at moving time.

Josie had a urgent medical appoint I had to drive 1.5 hours to (she’s going to be fine), Isabel had to be taken to the urgent care and ER (She will also be fine), and I felt like giving up the ghost by the end of it all.

I’m not truly in control.  There are things I forget due to my human mind, events that you are unable foresee, and it ‘s hard predict how you will feel or how much energy you’ll have.

It’s not all about me or my plans and schedule.  Sometimes it’s about forgetting all that and just enjoying a moment in time.  Rest when you are forced to rest.  Be made to train your high-strung pup who is terrified of all the houses in the city. Just let it go.

Me.  I need to let go and just enjoying moving to the city.