The Suits Sisters

Did today feel different to you? Special in any way? Today, February 17, marks T E N Y E A R S of blogging for me! Whaaaattttt. I started blogging to document my family (the first post was about my dad falling down the steps after chasing squirrels with a shot gun. Click here ) and in the last ten years I've had plenty of life to record (Graduations, marriages, jobs, a move to Africa, babies) Blessed. After maxing out the free storage on my first blog, I switched to Packin' Parkers  until I landed at my current blog. Will you do me a huge favor? After ten years of clicking away on various keyboards, bearing my heart and soul to you  (guilt tactics in full force) and sharing pictures of those near and dear to me... Will you tell me who you are? I'm dying to know who my readers are! I know a few of you, but I'm curious to know who my lurkers are. I am the number one blog lurker, no shame. Reveal yourself! 1. Email me at kpsuits at gmail dot com 2. Tex...

Liza hates   to be hugged  for pictures 

Making: Kent paint a dresser (he happily obliged)  Cooking:  Last night was a sausage/red pepper/rice dish Drinking: Diet Pepsi Cherry  Reading: My bible study workbook. That homework keeps me busy Wanting: I would not decline Mexican food if it showed up on my doorstep right now  Looking: At possible birthday ideas for Caris Eating: Honey wheat pretzels  Wishing: It would rain so we can have a guilt free lazy (tv?) afternoon  Enjoying: A single rose from my valentine  Thinking:  That almost every breathing thing in my house might drive me crazy this week  Celebrating: Caris can fill up her own cup with water using the fridge dispenser  Loving: This overcast windy day that hints at rain    Hoping: Liza naps for two hours instead of one (like in recent days)  Needing: To remake both beds (tee-tee accidents! sarcastic woot!)  Listening: To my daughter ...

On Mondays we play with play dough I always thought I'd be the mom who gladly swept up glitter every night while quietly humming a song a la Cinderella.  But then.. kids. And messes. And effort. And it just seems easier to putter around the house all day. Then at the end of every week I give the depressing "You didn't bake ! You didn't paint!  You didn't sweep up any glitter !" speech to myself. I recently made one small change to our week: On Mondays we play with play dough. It's a set plan for me (no backing out), the girls love it and it takes all of 20 minutes. I'm one step closer to being that artsy fartsy mom I always dreamed I would be.

Tuesday February 7, 2017 ............ Kent is 29 I am 30 Caris is almost 4 Liza is 2  All pictures were taken with my stellar iPhone4 camera in a house with amazing natural light (this is a joke) 5:30am Kent's alarm goes off. He brings me a box of cereal, at my request, because I'm starving. I fall back asleep after I hear him lock the deadbolt. He's off to Breakfast Club at Chick fil A. 7:24am  I wake up and check the time. WOW Caris slept in for the second day in a row. LIFE IS AWESOME. {We're usually awake at 7,when she's allowed to leave her room} A somber Caris comes to my bed to inform me that "Liza ruined my paper" Mom "Hmm.. how? She was in her crib the whole time" Caris "In the middle of the night" Mom "Ok I'll take a look at it" 7:30-8:00am Liza greets us with a super bad dirty diaper. I change her on my bed and they discover the box of cereal. They eat cereal in my bed while I cook...

Deep breaths, you guys, I led my first small group bible study this morning! Last semester the main leader asked if I'd be interested in joining the leadership team because they were losing a leader in the spring. I tightly clutched my workbook that contained my incomplete homework for that week and told her I'd think about it. For many years, my dad and Kent have said ministry in some form would be a good fit for me (thanks, guyssssss) Credit to the Holy Spirit and my killer gospel based upbringing.  A big thanks goes out to Chuck and Shelly, if I can toot their horn for a second. BUT stop for a second, lest we forgot that my entire goal in life up until now has been to GO UNNOTICED. Do not call on me in class. Do not make me pay for things at the store with cash. Do not remember my birthday, much less sing to me in a restaurant. I don't care if you don't know my name. Hello, here's an awkward wave from the corner of the room. I score like, 1000% on the introve...