Friday, May 17, 2013

A Little Face Lift for Our Little Space

I love our little house.  It is old (one of the oldest houses in our town) and has tons of character.  However, with the character comes a lot of work and many needed upgrades.  Reality is, Scott and I purchased this house when we were a family of 3.  It was our first home purchase, we were one of those families that got a home loan when EVERYBODY and ANYBODY (including us) could get a loan, and we were pretty idealistic.  Fast forward to today...

We are now a family of 6, living in a 2 bedroom home with tons of character that still needs so much work.  Much more realistic and less idealistic, we know that our home has lots of potential and we have a very, very, limited budget.  However, that does not stop me from wanting to make our "house" a "home."  So for Mother's Day, my boys kept this in mind.

Best Mother's Day gift ever... My boys and husband gave me a Saturday to myself and a gallon of paint...  The result, in my opinion, a pretty nice refreshing change in our bedroom.  

Before (the fall before Noah was born)

And After...

I am one of those super quirky moms that think the world loves her children's art work as much as she does so in my opinion, the potted plant with the kids handprints and this little lovely...

Seemed to fit right in.

I know - not too fancy, but I love that our new, little space could get a little facelift.  
I know, my appreciation of simple runs pretty deep - but maybe that's not so bad.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

One of the days - again!

I'm pretty sure there are times when my boys go to bed rolling their eyes and happy for the escape from their unrelentless, no fun, too many rules mama.  Today was probably one of those  days!  Between nagging the oldest about taking school and responsibility more seriously, setting the youngest in time out numerous times for calling me or daddy "poopy" or "poopiacs (a combo word of poopy and maniacs), and the numerous times counting to 5 in an effort to get the 2 middle boys to clean their room, I, myself, am tired of hearing my voice.  It was just one of those days where there was not one minute of down time.

  I could be wrong, but I am pretty sure my boys had a secret meeting this am.  I can just see them camped out making a list of various ways to push as many of mamas buttons as possible.  If this is the case, i have to say that they suceeded.  By the time the last one was tucked in, I was ready to collapse from exhaustion.  However, as i sit here (well after midnight) winding up laundry and laying out clothes for tomorrow, I smile from ear to ear thinking of those cute little faces and voices (be they ever so sassy); I am looking forward to waking up to do it all again tomorrow.  

Maybe they will decide to take it easy on me tomorrow (highly doubt it) or maybe there will be some new, unforeseen challenge (odds are pretty good), but thank you God for another day with my boys.  And thank you for letting my heart see them like this as it reminds me to start fresh and focus on the fun parts of parenthood!