Great Daddy and Husband

Bryant has been such an awesome husband and daddy. He comes home totally exhausted, but still is thrilled to see us and helps me with the kids. He is great!

...see what I mean?!

Little Crawlers

Now that Gracie and Avery are crawling, they are all over the place. Especially Gracie. She is fast! Most of the time I find them in Bryson's room. Bryson loves their attention. They love Bryson's trains. Bryson does not like sharing his trains. Looks like he will have to start learning how to share very soon!

Gracie makes the funniest noise as she is crawling down the hall. It sounds almost like a duck. So, Bryson thinks she is making a duck sound, "quack, quack" he repeats as he is leading her down the hall, "come on Gracie Jo, quack, quack"! 

Avery is pulling up on everything and bumping her head constantly. She has a strong set of legs and wants to be standing up all the time. 

Here's a few pictures over the past few days...

One of my favorites!

Their favorite spot, the door! It stays locked!

Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, It's off to the Park we go!

This morning we needed to get out of the house. And, that is just what we did...

Avery enjoys swinging. It puts her to sleep.

Gracie enjoys swinging as well and it wakes her up.

Bryson will finally come down the big slide!

Avery loves her soft blanket.

Gracie's hair has a mind of its own!

Bryson helping pull Jenna back onto the trail.

Bryson pushing Jenna around the trail.

 

 

Bryson insisted on jumping into Miss.Wendy's van to go back with them. I could not argue with that. Once we got home, Gracie was crawling up and down the hallway looking for him!

Testing my Faith

This past week has been pretty rough. Being a mom of a three year old and eight month old twin girls is the hardest job I have ever imagined it being. My days are filled with total chaos. I get up, feed bottles, change diapers, feed Bryson breakfast, get Bryson ready for preschool. By that time, I look at the clock to find out I only have 15 more minutes left to pack his lunch, brush his teeth, get the girls into their car seats, load all the kids into the car and, finally, off to take Bryson to preschool. I unload the kids, not to mention the heavy double stroller, take Bryson into his classroom just hoping he will be a good boy with no timeouts. I come back home, feed the girls and put them down for a short morning nap, which gives me a little time to myself. I wake the girls up, change diapers, play with them for a while, then feed them lunch, then my lunch, load the girls back into the car and head to pick Bryson up from preschool, unload the girls once again, pick Bryson up from class hoping he was a good boy and no timeouts (Lord, I can't wait until that day comes), load the kids back up into the car and back to the house. The kids get to play a little and then lay down for, what I hope, a long nap. I get some of Bryant's administrative work done, catch up on the laundry and dishes, and then I have a little time to myself. By late afternoon when the kids wake up from naps, I like to try to have the house in order before Bryant gets home and I really like to have dinner cooked for him. It is almost impossible, but I make it happen. He deserves it. I have been feeling so rushed and my patience has been growing thin.  My anxiety has been overwhelming me. I just want to be a good mom and a good wife. I have a lot on my plate. 

I have been spending more time with God and praying that He will help me keep my patience, guide me through my days, be by my side and have made a commitment that I will never give up on Him. He has challenged me this past week by testing my faith. By staying close to Him and not giving up, He got me through it. Thank you God.

I love my husband, I love my children, I love my family, I love my friends, but most of all I love our GOD!

Trick-Or-Treat

We took Bryson trick-or-treating Halloween evening. He enjoyed it! I couldn't resist dressing the girls up again too...

He pitched a fit when he had to give up the basket of candy once we got home, and that was after he had three lolly pops.