Ok time to get back into this.....

So my procrastination on doing things for myself has now over folded into my guilt of not keeping up with this blog in ummm yeah what - 2 years! oops. So, since the last post on here which was when Jake was in iraq the last time back in 08....we have moved to VA lived here for 2 years, had another baby (Weston) and are now preparing to moved to MA in 2 weeks. Deep breath, Oh yes, moving to MA 5 days after Christmas. Insanity.

It's actually been really hard. Hard for me to deal with all the stresses during a normally stressful time of the year. I feel guilty that is pours out onto the kids at fleeting moments. When they ask one two many times for more juice, or knock over the clothes I just folded. My HEY! STOP IT! has gotten a little louder than I wish. But I then have to sit back and realize it's just the circumstances that are making me that Mom that I don't want to be,

I need to have more patience. I've been really trying. 3 Kids 4 and under is hard. But so are a lot of things in life. At least all of them are healthy, happy, and really really cute.

I finally have slowed down with work. The photography over the past few months was completely overtaking. I was doing 2 or 4 clients a weekend, which means editing almost 500 photos in the week. Then repeating it all over again. I can finally now take a breath away from the photos and enjoy it once again as it trickles in here and there during the winter.

We had our first snow of the winter today here in VA. The kids painted ornaments and we made cookies. Ava is hilarious that she had a ballerina and painted it to look like a geisha with a little bit of Salvador Dali in there. Liam had a car. He did great at painting it, but really enjoyed painting his thumb more.

As for me, my favorite part of today was reliving the magic of snow thru them, and hearing their squeals of delight when they first saw it start this am and then each time look out the window in amazement that it was snowing. It brings back memories for me of being little again, on Pitkin St, looking out my bedroom window at the churchyard and excited to go sled down the hill. I miss being little.