Around the house,
it's the time of year where playing outside is most comfortable, everything's a little more relaxed and it's hard for me to believe Brady J's upon his third year...
While Marcy sleeps her morning away, it's usually our special time together.
Of course, some mornings are wonderful, some become a nightmare...
and some are just simply sweet.
I'm slowly learning stay-at-home mom life and so far all I have to report is that patience is key.
I kind of figured that going into it, but the level of patience required is...well, I'm getting there.
What I've learned about my kids since I've been home is this:
-Brady wants to know what's ahead. I write down our agenda for the day and he's at ease...
he always wants to know what's next.
He's bossy. He taught me how to fish from his fort this morning.
I never did it the right way, according to Brady.
-Marcy loves being home.
She loves for us to sing to her. She loves to clap and dance.
...and she needs familiar surroundings constantly.
I took her to the mall the other day. She couldn't see me while I pushed her in her stroller.
But she faced everyone else in Greenville.
So, to make life a little easier for us all, we've all become home-bodies.
I've always been this way. Brady always says "I love home" and Marcy is upset when we leave.
So, we stay.
Lilly's enjoying the time, too. The poor dog can't see, but chases her ball anyway.
Right now, Brady's sitting behind me in the chair and
covering me with stickers.
We have nothing spectacular on our agenda for today, other than a grocery trip this afternoon.
And I love it.