Blogoversary!

Today is my 3rd Blogoversary!  Yay!  Woo Hoo!  I am proud of myself for sticking to it.  For writing often and taking lots and lots of photos for tomorrow and the days to come which are long down the road.  I am happy that Hugo likes to contribute his thoughts and will happily retell his stories beside me, as I type as fast as I can, trying my best to keep up with his whirling, twirling thoughts.  I find a little happiness blooms in my heart each time my husband becomes a wee snarly because I haven't blogged.   And I love the friendships which have sprung from comments found here and those I've left here and there in the blogosphere.  I wish I would have discovered blogs years ago.  I wish I had paid better attention to this thing called the internet.  But I didn't, so here I am three years later with a modern journal filled with all that I love.  

Happy Blogoversary to Me! 

Baby Love

Have I written lately how much I love being a Mom?  Let me count the ways:

I love baby kisses, which come out of no where.

Those first given pats on your back.  (Marlo, not Sabine yet)

Sneak attack hugs from Hugo.

Blowing kisses with Hugo as I close his bedroom door at night.  He'll ask if I caught them.

The sound of the girls snoring in their cribs.

Viewing Marlo through the slats in her crib as she plays and peeps out at you.

Hearing the girls laughter while playing with one another.

Baby toes.

Hugo's hair after his bath.

Bedtime stories.

Those first innocent, short prayers.

Baby burps, toots, and sighs.

Smiles.  Singing.  Snuggling.

Witnessing the love Hugo has for his sisters.

A Full House

 

We had an unexpected full house this past weekend with Cesar's parents and my girlfriend Rachel all deciding to spend time with us at once.  I love, love a full house.  There is a lot of work involved and there is a ton of craziness about, but this is truly my most favorite time spent in our house.

Our house is not a finished house.  We are missing walls, ceilings, and the floors are questionable at best.  The stairs creak terribly, the entrances make no sense, but at the end of the day, it is our home.


The house was originally built for a man with a large, Italian family.  Descendants of Mr. Mayone's drop by every so often to catch a glimpse of their ancestral home and have hopes of taking a peek inside to view our progress and express their wishes of taking a MAYONE stamped brick home with them.  One fellow walked halfway up the main staircase to the third floor once, paused and remarked in a disinterested voice that it was simply "a dormitory up there".

Unlike this visitor, I liked that thought.  A dormitory.  I have wanted to fill the rooms with family ever since.

 I believe the house breathes in deep and puffs wide her chest when the family and our friends descend upon her.  The windows brighten and the rooms seem taller.  She holds in her heat and encourages us all to fill our bellies.  We run and play and clean all day as she prepares our nights for warmth and sleep.

At dinner tonight,  Hugo prayed that his Papa would earn money for our house and pay for everything else.  Amen to that.  Hugo is right.  We are so blessed with the love we have for one another in our family.  We are blessed to have the gospel in our lives and for Cesar's job during these uncertain times.


 I love our house, no walls and all, but most important, is that our family is together forever.