The Suits Sisters

To my sweet Li on her fourth birthday, LIZA!! Happy birthday to my middle little baby girl. At four years old you love your Daddy (big time), princesses, pink and purple, your blankie and lovey and playing games. You're quick to help your sisters or mom and dad when we are looking for something or if Audrey drops something, for example. You don't love getting your picture taken (see above), getting your hair washed, being called "cute" (but "pretty" is okay) or cleaning up toys at the end of the day. Recently I can see (hear, really) your dramatic side coming to life (When talking to sister, " If you do dat again I'm never gonna play with you ever again IN LIFE ") Your love language is physical touch- you love to wrestle with daddy and often walk by him and throw a (hard) love punch at him. When we squeeze you in a tight hug or even pretend to sit on you, we get a lot of laughs out of you. Lie-zee, you make us LAUGH and bring so much

{A sister's bedtime prayer when it's not her night to stay up late with mom and dad} Dear Jesus,  Please help me to not fall asleep. Please help me to stay awake  and please help me to listen to Caris, Daddy and Mommy. AAAmen

On Tuesday mornings we haul butt  bottom back "in to town" for a moms group at my parents church Moms group? Mom's group? Parents church? Parent's church? I've donated my brain cells to my three blossoming children and I only write grocery lists and sentences to copy like SEE JANE RUN.  After 2 hours at church I can't bring myself to turn around and go home. I mean, we're all dressed in real clothes and in town. Sometimes we wander around Target where I decline multiple pleads to buy toys until I find myself with three children squeezed into a bathroom stall. The safest place to retreat to is Pops and Gigi's house, of course. My mom isn't home so I don't have to feel guilty when she drops everything to cook for us and play with us. We have the big house to ourselves!   Sometimes we scrounge around their fridge, sometimes I pack PBJs and sometimes they have cupcakes and coffee lying around Sometimes the girls play ups

Thanks to a strong cup of coffee and a sparse lunch, I'm packing away the Christmas things like a frantic squirrel while also trying to channel my inner Suits. My in law family is organized, strategic and efficient. Kent graciously pulled down like, eight boxes (I lost count) full of Christmas decor but I told him I might be able to get it down to six if I packed it up more thoroughly. I'll keep you posted.  Speaking of organized, strategic and efficient, I'd love to post some Christmas pictures once I find my camera cord... Every New Years Eve familiar thoughts and emotions ambush me and I swing from wary "We can plan, but we don't actually know what's going to happen this year" to emotional "We just have had so many of these together and now we're old and I'm so thankful and what if this is my last new years eve?" There were a few tears, people.  I know Here's a picture from December 31st, 2018 when I ate too much