Bringing The Paint Out

With the weather warming up our outside playtime has steadily been increasing. It has really been a weird few months of weather. Hot then cold. Warm then freezing. Super dry, then hurricane like winds and rain. The whirlwind has shown us that we can’t take advantage of the sunshine. Especially before it starts producing too much heat. And the beach! Oh how I look forward to our beach trips. Wow, this update has really gotten away from me. Paint. Playtime. Outdoors. Okay, there we go, back to it.

Learning to ride her tricycle. She’s getting really good at it.
When she grows another inch or two she will really be set. Girls got her momma’s stature.


This picture is pretty overexposed & unfocused, but those chocolate eyes… love them!




Making Cards


“Mommy, look at my hands. They’re all red.”



Painting birdhouses for Papaw and Grandpa


The little bean is not quite into the painting gig yet. While she absolutely loves getting her hands dirty in water, dirt, mud and the like, I think paint just weirds her out. Something gooey that changes the color of her fingers and hands. Not a fan. Although, like most things, I’m sure she will follow her sisters lead soon.

Motherhood, in all the thousands upon thousands of things it has taught me, has definitely shown me that there is a special love between siblings. Elanor admires and clings to Sarah. Every word, cue, and action. It’s such a forgiving and deep love. It is one of the most beautiful and heart warming things I’ve ever witnessed. A truly beautiful sight.



These girls. They are part of me.

The other day Sarah was doing one of her new things and asking me the same question over and over (and over) again. I was losing patience and told her “Sarah, stop. Just stop asking me for things for one minute.” Immediately I knew what a selfish and silly request that was. I may not always like it. It may be hard to focus on. But, that is my job. It is the foundation and core of what I do. As their mother my job literally boils down to being the person they ask for their needs. From food and drinks, to toys, hugs, playing blocks for the 850 thousandth time, and most importantly, empathy and love. If there was one thing I need in my life it is to remember that. To continually be asking the Spirit to provide me patience and compassion. To be what I asked and prayed to be; a mother. Mother means “to┬ábring up (a child) with care and affection”. Lord, help me to do just that. To be your steward, a wife, and a mother, all at the same time, and in that specific order.

These silly girls really know how to bring out my emotions. To share my heart when my personality tells me to keep it locked up and quiet. I will have to thank them for that one day. For breaking down my walls. Allowing me to show my inner self to the outside world. Children truly show us things we don’t know about ourselves, and ours are teaching me to be real.

5 Thoughts on “Bringing The Paint Out

  1. Vicci on March 30, 2014 at 9:45 pm said:

    I know I don’t take the time to leave comments but, I have loved every word you write! To see your heart in words is amazing. Love reading everything You write about your life and the love you have for God and your sweet family. Love you, aunt Vicci

  2. Matt on April 3, 2014 at 8:40 pm said:

    ^^^ What Aunt Vicci said ^^^

    Also, this is a struggle of mine… How do you let her paint and get all messy like that without freaking out?! When G starts getting messy, I start freaking about her ruining her clothes or getting the walls/carpet/furniture covered in paint and destroying things… I don’t know how to ‘remain calm’ and make it work? Throw your big bro a word or two of advice Mrs. Miagi…

    • Cassie on April 12, 2014 at 9:53 pm said:

      You just gotta roll with it. Dress them in dingy clothes and do it all outside. Remove said clothing before coming in and bring wipes outside for any needed wipedown. Better yet, it’s almost summer, pull out the hose!
      When you see how much fun they are having all the worry wart fears disappear :)

  3. Matt on April 3, 2014 at 8:40 pm said:


  4. In case you missed it, my comment was actually a QUESTION woman… I want an answer.

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