To My Daddy

Dad, this post is for you...

It is fitting to fire up the old blog to share a post for my Daddy because he always posts (and/or reposts) a special blog for each of us on our birthdays not to mention, he just got his own domain (Running With the Footmen) and is blogging regularly. 

When we were young, my dad prayed that God would protect us from his mistakes. He desired that we not be stunted by his own shortcomings. I'm learning that as a parent, no matter how hard we try, our kids tend to reflect us in one way or another. However, I believe that rather than completely shielding me, God chose to shape me (and my siblings) through those less desirable traits. For he is made strong in our weakness. Our falling short reveals an absolute need for a Savior. Thankfully, our heavenly father saw fit to gift us His grace and cover us completely through His son. 

Dad, thank you for always pointing us to Jesus. Thank you for being our guiding light. You aren't without fault and our life hasn't been roses without a few thorns but my faith is firm because I you and mom helped to build a foundation in Christ. You have so much to be proud of- and so do we <3

My sister shared something on fb this morning that was the perfect sentiment for our Dad. I am so glad we all share similar memories because sometimes your sister just puts the words together better...

Today I am thankful that I get to see and spend time with my Daddy. So many are without one today and I do recognize what a special thing it is to have a Dad that loves me, loves his wife and loves Jesus. 

I love you, Daddy.

As Promised

Today was a bit crazy and has left me surprised that I am even able to sit here and write this post. 

Currently the KY Wildcats are playing on ESPN and my husband is watching them try to comeback from the most ridiculous 1st half of basketball we've had to watch for a while INSTEAD of packing for our really fun road trip coming up :) While he still has yet to pack just his clothes, I have packed 3 kids and myself... including (but certainly not limited to) shoes, socks, misc medicines, a trip to Target to pick up snacks and a few other essentials. Granted, he did work all day but we'll keep that in the fine print...

Now on to sharing my crazy day with you...

I had every good intention of taking fun 15 month check up photos but I'm sure you can imagine, taking twins to the doc (even with the amazing help of a good friend) is crazy to say the least. Although just the girls were being seen, Malakai also tagged along. So 3under3 at the pediatrician- yikes! 

Now for the stats...

I was shocked how different their weights were & that Lilly was bigger!

The girls are growing well and getting more adorable every day. I was looking at one of them yesterday and it really hit me how fast they are growing up. They are saying phrases and more words than I can count. They tease and play and have more personality than I can even begin to describe. Life would be boring and incomplete with out these two little miracles!

And here are a couple of shots I got of them at the end of our visit b4 the tears thanks to good 'ole 15 month vaccines :'( 

Pink-Ava/Purple-Lilly

All of the above was before 11 a.m.

Following the appointment we headed home for Motrin and naps. Malakai was scheduled to have his hair cut at 1:30 and I wanted him happy and rested before putting the poor stylist through what could be a(n) horrifying interesting experience. My plan went wonderfully and he was in good spirits for his 2nd haircut! Unfortunately, my brain failed me and I didn't get my phone/camera out until it was almost finished. It is probably better though because it would have just irritated him and probably made him squirm.

(consider the mustache toothbrush photo above your "before")

Ya'll, he was so SO good today! I was incredibly proud of him for sitting still and being extremely patient. No tears, no whining! Such a good boy! I am looking forward to it growing out a bit but overall, I couldn't be happier with how things went and how the haircut turned out. Worth every penny.

So he pretty much grew up about seven years. Folks, I walked out of that salon with a 10 year old. For those of you wondering, no I didn't cry. Although, I wanted to every time I looked at him tonight. Seriously though, look at that boy- 

he is too adorable for words!