September. . . Schools in!

So, this month is a big month for Ky. She starts ballet this week, and preschool the next, and we'll be busy Mon thru Wed. I'm kind of excited to be busier, it seems like I get more done the more I have to do. We're currently on the hunt for a cheap-O van, because we are almost officially a 5 member family! Steppin' into the big leagues. I'm so excited to have little Rusty. She's much more calm than Ky or Bridge ever were in utero. She doesn't move around all that much and if she does it's quite gentle.

The Count Down Begins. I have exactly 12 weeks left not counting the one I'm in! Which really translates to, I have 12 weeks to finish all my house projects and organize 4 very sad closets, a pantry and a few over stuffed cupboards. I still haven't decorated Rusty's room. The lady at General Paint said it best, "it's just not fitting for a baby to be born into the world without wallpaper."

Ky and Bridgey will have to share once Rusty gets moved into the nursery. Were hoping to put this off until she's about 3 months so Bridgey will be at least 19 months and more familiar with english words such as, "stay in your bed". I'm pretty excited about Ky and Bridgey's room, it's going to be teal and brown. I found darling fabrics for curtains and their beds. Gotta love those Poka-dots.

Learning to "Be Still"

Being able to stay home with my children is a blessing I thank the Lord for daily, usually while I'm rocking one of my precious little ones and reflecting on the beauty of my life. But, then there's that time that comes nearly daily, when I don't really have anything pressing. No deadlines, no one counting on me to accomplish something, and no one waiting in the wings to say, "Good Job" if I do.

And, at these moments, I'm unsure of what I "should" be doing. Because, melancholies like me find a list of "shoulds" comforting, not stifling like the Cholerics of the world. Sometimes Mo is like my Yoda, with her profound words of wisdom that seem to permanently penetrate my heart. One that has really made an impression as of late, was to change all the "shoulds" that plague my life, with "coulds". "I should bath the kids before church, so we don't look like the frazzled family we are" to "I could bath the kids before church," etc. The odd thing is, that while the "shoulds" plague my life, I feel lost without them. It's uncomfortable to have down time, or time without an agenda.

Last night while I was feeling this way, I recalled President Hinckley saying, "take time to Be Still". So, I sat on the couch, something I rarely do, and just watched my little ones giggle, play, and rip at each others hair. And, I'd love to report that it was some amazing moment, but really it was just uncomfortable, like when you have a naggy itch that you can't reach. Being "Still" is challenging, but I can see the benefits, and so, I will keep trying to take time out, breath and just "Be Still".

"Can I marry Bridgey. . ."

I feel bad for not having kept up on this over the summer, because I've missed recording so many darling things Ky says. But, here's a few as of late.

At Home Depot Ky kindly explained to the man of many earrings that, "earrings are for girls, not for boys."

Reading before bed she said, "When I'm Jesus, I will play with the kids too."

In July Ky kept asking for "sparklely pink teeth" for her birthday. It was a mystery to me until Sunday when she said "look mom, that guy has sparkle-ly teeth." Referring to the man with braces sitting within hearing distance of us.

Watching Cinderella, she explained that "she's running to God, because he's really nice mom." (referring to the Fairy Godmother).

"Mom I'm going to marry daddy." Mom- But, I'm married to daddy. "Then can I marry Bridgey?"

This morning she sweetly woke me with a kiss and asked if she could climb up and snuggle with Baby Rusty (who is still in my tummy).

Last night I was just tickled when she kindly reached in the popcorn bag to refill my empty lap. It was such a thoughtful gesture as she had a full lap, and I hadn't said anything about my empty one.