I got some sleep last night! Yay!! I lost my voice yesterday which happened to be when I was throwing my friend’s baby shower. That made for an interesting day. So thank the Lord I woke up and could talk again. Most people know I love to talk and tell detailed stories so losing my voice for the first time was extremely hard for me.
I ran outside to take a picture of this. All the rain we got made the grass come back and it looks so lovely. I can’t wait to get chickens and add more garden beds – maybe a goat. It was a beautiful morning. Dew on the ground, the crisp fall air. Loved it!
We had a chill morning. Mekhi was in a great mood because he didn’t wake up in the middle of the night. Yay! That meant he shouldn’t have as many behavior outburst or major meltdowns. I mean we still have meltdowns; he is a toddler boy, but not what seems like every second of the day. The kids played together until Cora needed to go down for her morning nap.
Cora playing with one of the balls Mekhi got out. She happened to pick the ball that matched her pants. Mekhi kept taking the balls and tapping her head with them. He also has been wanting to sit on her back. I keep telling him he is too big. Cora has been army crawling for awhile now. She started getting on her knees. She is getting so close to crawling. She has been trying to go up and down our one step in the house. We have a sunken in living room or others call it step down, which was very common for a 70s home. No stairs – just that one step. It is funny because I grew up with a ton of stairs. The stairs we had in our house reminded me of the artist M. C. Escher art piece called Relativity. We had 6 flights of stairs. I loved my childhood home. I wish I could buy it and move it to Texas. As I write this, I am reminded of another funny thing about me. I almost love all decades and design styles that exist; I mean I am an Interior Designer and went to an art school so how could I not? My style is eclectic. Sorry – got off topic. Well the funny thing about me is… I bought a 70s home which was the same decade of home I grew up in. I didn’t even realize it until my parents came to help us work on the house. My mom pointed out all the similarities to my childhood home. The beams in the living room, slanted ceiling, paneling, the detailing on the cabinets.
Mekhi playing with a stick (he loves all the sticks and pebbles in our backyard) sporting his new do. I decided to do something different with his hair this morning. It is getting so long and I love it. I tighten it in on the sides and left it long on top to let his length show. I usually pat it down and make it tight and neat.
We have a routine to get out the door. Style his hair, put his shoes on, and then I tell him to grab his water. I usually have to get him to pick up his water off the sidewalk because the first thing he wants to do is go find a stick. When I go to put him in the car and see him without his water I ask him to get it and bring it. He is usually good about this. The times I don’t see it I have to go hunt it down. It is like a game of hide and seek with the sippy cup. I find his water in such funny places. I have found it in our watering can, his car, in the sand box (he knows how to put the lid on) behind trees; you name the place I’m sure it has been hidden there.
Went on a walk with my good friend Ash, which is who took this awesome photo! We chatted about motherhood. All the ups and downs. It was literally perfect out. Sun shining with a cool break. Trees starting to turn colors. (photo by Ashley)
We went to the park. They swang and played. Ashley told me to stop because she wanted to take this photo of me. She thought my shirt look great next to the playground because of the matching colors. It made my shirt pop. I agree. It was a great shot. I’m thankful to have this photo of me with the kids for them to look back on and see me with them. I don’t want all my photos that they see to be of just the kids but to have me as there mom being their mom, and being in the photo. Thanks again Ashley for taking this photo.
After the park we went to Ashley’s house to get a drink and play (photo by Ashley too). This is Colt, her son. Cora’s little bf!! He is just a little bit older than Cora. Colt loved having friends over to his house and the kids had so much fun. Kids always love friend’s houses and friend’s TOYS. Isn’t this so true? It made me happy to hear that before I got in the house Mekhi had asked his auntie Ashley to take of his shoes. He knows we do this first thing when we get in our house. I know all that I am teaching him isn’t going in one ear and out the other. Lately I have been noticing him doing other things like this. As a mother you feel like you are simply a repeating robot and nothing is getting heard. You feel ignored. As I write this it reminds me that he is in the stage of mocking what we do and say and I think of this – “Be careful little eyes what you see, oh be careful little eyes what you see.” You have to be intentional as a parent. Your kids mimic you and will eventually resemble you. They are what their parents are. You are their role models.
I lost track of time because we were chatting away and we didn’t get home until almost 3. Mekhi goes down at 1. Usually he would have passed out in the car at this point but he didn’t and Cora did, which usually isn’t the case. Thankfully Cora stayed asleep and I got to move her to her crib and Mekhi went right to sleep. This meant time to myself. Been thankful that they have been napping almost the same time everyday. Even if I get an hour of peace, it’s awesome. I know a lot of moms don’t get that. So for this I am thankful. This is what I decided to do:
Paint! I have been wanting the outside of our house painted so I decide to start doing it myself since it was so nice out. I started painting our beams on the back patio and our back door. Here is the before picture of the back door. Once I get it done I will post a before and after picture.
Yes, that is the intercom. I don’t even know what to do with it. We had all the others removed in the house but the living room is covered by a chalkboard until we figure what to do with it since we can’t patch it up because it is on the panel wall. Did anyone have one of these in their house growing up? We had one and my grandma had one in her house. Ours had a radio in it too.