Happy St. Patty's!

Pretty typical scene in our household. Exhibit A)



Millie is disgruntled because Mommy has gotten her dressed in the morning. Today we are wearing green in honor of St. Patrick's Day, don't want anyone pinching my babies! I have to stand back about 2 feet to get a picture of Millie. This makes her very mad because she is now unable to be wrapped abound my leg where she is happiest. Don't get me wrong, I always wanted a "Mommy's girl" and I wouldn't change a thing!

Exhibit B:


Gracie insists that SHE will take the photo. This is one of her favorite activities. So, I pick Millie up and she is instantly happier. Granted, we are all kind of a mess, haven't combed her hair yet, etc. But, she's not crying and we're both wearing green, so snap the picture kid, quick!!!

Exhibit C:


I take Grace's photo. She gives me the hugest grin ever. This kid doesn't have a half smile! It's all or nothing, usually ALL! Of course what you can't tell is that this is the SECOND outfit she's had on today. The first was an adorable green monkey shirt, but when she saw Millie has a skirt on, she HAD to have a skirt on. I was late to work thanks to this fiasco, but, we all left the house with green on and most of us had our hair combed. Success!

New beginnings

I moved out of my home yesterday. Overnight I went from 5,200 square feet of space to 1,200. It's going to take some efficient packing of cupboards to fit everything in, that's for sure. I can honestly say I've never been so happy to lose 4,000 square feet. Where I'm living now is small but feels like mine. With that comes a lot of responsibility, and that part is a little daunting. I'm going to have a lot to face by myself- from leaky faucets to rattly ceiling fans to that horrible job of snow removal. It's something that a lot of women before me have faced, and I just have to think it they can do it, I can do it. So what if I wedge chairs under the doors to keep all of the serial murderers and rapists away from my little family. I would bet 90% of women who live alone have done that at some point in their lives!

The best part of my day was watching my girls playing at the new house. They seemed happy. I was surpsingly shocked myself at how quickly they seemed to adjust. They even went to bed great, their first night sharing a room, and it went wonderful. All in all, a lot to be thankful for.