
One big side note to start things off:
This picture is from Halloween- my little elf and sweet princess on the left, Amy's Superman and bumblebee on the right. Audrey was a princess because princesses have become one of her biggest passions of late, and Elliot was an elf because, well, he kind of looks like one! Especially when his ears are sticking out of his hat and his mama dresses him in cute handknit overalls from a dear old friend. These pictures will most likely embarrass him when he is older, but I am sure I will still think they are adorable, even then.
Recently I came to the conclusion that I am going to have to accept the fact that I will never get a good photo of my kids when I really want one. Take Halloween for instance- this shot is pretty much one of the best of the night (from my camera, anyway), and it is not that great! I seriously tried all night to get a shot of Audrey alone in her princess costume and it was impossible! The girl was moving nonstop all night long. Yet whenever I pull out my camera to take random shots with no pressure to get "the perfect shot", I always come away with something I love.
Note to self: Take more every day pictures and do not be so stinkin' idealistic about the holiday ones.
Now on to what I really intended this post to be about...
what i love about eastern washington :: family and an attitude adjustment
Last week I had a few "woe is me" kind of days where I just missed Bellingham and my life there so much. Change is just hard (there is no way around that) and I have been through so much of it the past few months- having a baby, becoming a mama of two, moving across the state, going from city living to country living...I think if I just had one of those changes to deal with it would be difficult enough, but all of those things combined is just pretty rough sometimes.
Last Tuesday (the 6th) was a really hard day. I am not really sure why it was so bad- nothing stands out in my mind as being the reason the day was rough; it just was. Erik was gone all morning and when he came home in the afternoon to grumpy old me, we both thought that getting the family out of the house would be the solution to ending my blues. But it didn't make it better. Ice-cream and Target didn't work (I know, I can hardly believe it myself. Two of my favorite things and it didn't work). As we were driving home in the dark (Day-Light Savings Time, you are evil), NPR on the radio and two munchkins crying together in the backseat, I thought, "This really kind of sucks. This parenting thing is so incredibly hard. This living in eastern Washington thing is so hard." Erik took that moment to interrupt my thoughts with, "So you really want three kids someday." He always brings that argument (I want three, he wants two) up at the perfect moment. But at least it made me laugh.
And that night, after everyone was in bed and I had the peace and quiet of the house to myself, God reminded me that things were really not that bad. That really the reason my day was so hard had nothing to do with my circumstances and everything to do with my attitude. Yes, change is hard and adjusting to my new life, our new normal will take awhile. But I can choose to have a better attitude about it all. I can choose to make the best of what I have and be a happy, kind person to the people I care about instead of a big grump. And that is something I think God wanted me to learn that I could not have learned back in my content little comfort zone in Bellingham.
And God reminded me of how incredibly blessed we are to live by our family. It is so, so wonderful to be able to see them so often. They are incredible, amazing people that I would choose to have as friends if they were not family. We have so much fun together and I love the fact that Audrey and Elliot have all of them in their everyday lives. Of course, I miss my own immediate family like crazy- they are now all about six hours away- but I feel so grateful to at least be by some of my family rather than none at all.
This post is becoming quite novel-like, but I want to include a few more of the things I love about living by family:
Our Thursday night Survivor dates with Erik's parents. Dad makes yummy popcorn and we sit around and watch and talk about the show.
Audrey and Elliot getting to grow up with their cousins. I never lived nearby any of my own cousins, so I think it is so special that they will all know each other so well.
Getting to hang out with the girls- my sister-in-laws and my mother-in-law. Such beautiful ladies whose company I enjoy so very, very much.
Learning more about my husband's family and childhood. It seems like almost every day I learn something new about Erik or his family, and it just makes me love him and them all the more.
Being surrounded by people who I feel really "get" me. Because Erik and I have been together for a long time, I have also known his family for a long time- eleven years to be exact. It is so comforting to be around people who know me. Who I share tons of history with. Who understand me.