It’s a good day when I can stand in the living room with my hands FREE and take pictures of my girls doing this:
And this:
One more time:
Anna was a bumblebee cook pre-Halloween:
Pumpkins!
I had a great time at the women’s retreat with my mom, sister, her baby and another 20 or so ladies from my old church. Maggie slept well at night and it was amazing to have somebody (usually my mom!) to hold Maggie SO MUCH. I could take as long as I wanted to eat, take a shower whenever I was ready and just generally enjoyed the additional freedom.
Anna went to Brian’s parents for Friday night and Saturday and came home happy as a clam and with two pairs of wonderful, WARM and adorable pairs of pajamas. She refuses to take them off. They are really one of the most wonderful things…. unlike warm footie pajamas which are hard to take off at night for goign to the bathroom, these are shirt and pants pajamas. (See the first picture on this blog – that was right before she wore them to Fred Meyers for a grocery stop.)
Brian and Austin and Dad went fishing together – caught one good trout, got cold and wet, ate hot dogs and then went back to Molalla to play Settlers. 😀 Good times.
The subject of the women’s retreat was something like, “How to understand and encourage your husbands” or could have also been called, “How to: respect.” I was thinking that I know all sorts of ways to express love and it upsets me when I’m not treated with love…. but respect is not so intuitive to me. I respect Brian more than he could possibly understand (the main reason why I married him, besides all his other wonderful qualities)… but what do I do to show it? I mean, a hug shows love… what shows respect? I’ve gotta say though, the easiest thing for me was thinking of the things that show DISrespect (like being bossy?)… so I’ll be working on not treating Brian like a two-year old, but treating him like my husband, the man of my life, the man of the house and the impressive stud that he is.
Time to go feed Maggie!
A bumblebee cook indeed! I picked up on that instantly. Well done Anns. (yes I called her ‘Anns’)