Confessions of a Supermom Wannabe: STRAWBERRIES

Things I am Thankful For:

1) My husband who puts cold diet coke in the fridge, does countless dishes, folds laundry, does our accounting, works crazy hard, makes me laugh my belly laugh, plays with our kids, still finds me lovable and beautiful, three kids and many a grumpy day into our ten year marriage.

2) Three amazing children

3) wait, make that Four- the priviledge of adopting the most beautiful little guy;)

4) My Tuesday bible study

5) Friends near and far

6) My sisters

7)Survivor (yes the TV show...I love it)

8) Date nights
9) Babysitters who are not only capable but love my children

10) My cleaning lady, Ilda, who not only makes my home, shine but is delightful and I count her a friend

11) Food...especially chocolate

12) Parents who are amazing role models

13) BOOKS:)

14) Living in my dream home at 33, with lots of windows and a big yard

15) my first garage....winter is not longer dreadful

16) A WONDERFUL christian school for Ava and Phin...with a teachers that they (and we!) adores

17) My Saviors love for me

18) My small group

19) New pictures of Christian;)

20) God's faithfulness and soverignty!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

STRAWBERRIES

Today we went strawberry picking with our good friends, the Rubins. When Marc asked later in the day if it was fun, we replied, "yes, well, sort of." We had five kids under five. It's hard to categorize that simply as fun;)

We got plenty of strawberries...and plenty of duds thanks to our little helpers. The girls picked aggressively for about 30 minutes and then the novelty wore off. Bobbi told them the tractor driver wouldn't let them drive back until their bucket was full. I figured the girls knew she was joking until Ava whispered to me, "Mom I am really tired, do you think you can help put some strawberries in my bucket. I am ready to go get lunch and I don't think I can fill this bucket by myself.";) Phin ate a few strawberries and liked to put the ones I picked into the bucket, but this year he didn't really enjoy picking them himself. He soon left picking and took to terrorizing Chloe and Connor. Connor didn't want to eat or pick strawberries and kept trying to run down the path into the road. Chloe sat and ate...and ate and then started to cry. I tried sitting her next to me, but she cried there too. I had to pick bending over (back breaking, let me tell you) instead of squatting so that she could stand up and hold onto my legs...so how exactly do you describe all that? Exhausting, but fun in many ways. Crazy, but hilarious. We made memories, that is for sure!

On the tractor, getting a ride over to the patch....

Aren't they adorable? They've been friends since birth (well before, really, since I met Bobbi in birthing class). They can fight like sisters, but most of the times they work out creative ways to share...this is how they shared their bucket;)