God is really good at keeping me quite humble, especially when it comes to my opinion of myself as a parent. We will go several weeks and things will be going well, the kids are obeying, my patience level with them is good, I don’t seem to mind the whining or fighting that sometimes occurs at our house. THEN I have a bad day and the 342nd time Kate says, “Mom” she gets a “WHAT?” ground out with my teeth clenched and a bit of an edge and the terrible two tantrum that Lincoln throws just gets my goat, rather than simply shrugging and trying to teach him through it…but all in all, it’s good because I continually have to go back to God and say, “I CAN’T do this, I don’t know how.” Any everyday grace is there and I’m truly thankful.
Kate is so full of life and a lot of fun. It’s common for her to get up and say, “I dreamed of a beautiful sunny day and now look how lovely it is outside.” She learned how to write her name and is busy writing it and any other word I will spell for her. She can swing by herself now and is just growing up. Almost every day we talk about when August is as in her mind that is a pretty great month, preschool resumes, our baby arrives (Lord Willing) and it’s her birthday month. Life just doesn’t get any better. She also recently starting taking showers and we have a shower addict on our hands. She wants to take multiple showers a day and we’ve had to institute a two minute shower rule or we’ll go broke paying our water bill. Lincoln is entering the terrible two’s, but he’s still our snuggly little boy. He is really starting to want to be just like his daddy, he wants to dress like him and be with him. A few of this weeks pictures are of him mowing with his mower, which he had to have his hat for because Daddy mows with his hat on. He also got quite upset with me when I wouldn’t let him put gas in his mower like Daddy. If Mike is going anywhere Lincoln is quick to say “I ready, I go.” All in all, though we have some frustrating days, our kids have blessed our life so much. We’re excited to meet #3 (15 more weeks give or take) and below is a picture for my out of town friends of me at 25 weeks.