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A few friends have tagged me recently to state X amount of things I'm thankful for over X amount of days.  I am too long winded for character limits and unable to remember to stick to those things over more than one day, so I'm planting my gratitude gab right 'chere.
I'm also tailing this post with some chronicles of the twins (adjusted age five months).

Ok, so even though this is a "what I'm thankful for" post, it is still kind of selfish.  I'm totally fighting to stay positive these last few days being under the weather (I just polished off a family size can of chicken noodle soup), and writing this has health benefits:

"In one study, one group of participants were asked to name five things they’re grateful for every day, while another group was asked to list five hassles. Those expressing gratitude were not only happier and more optimistic, they reported fewer physical symptoms (such as headache, cough, nausea, or acne). " Source: MindBodyGreen  ...  and my mom.


ONE
This past year has been difficult.  I mean, 109 days of hospital time, can't get well in this house, haven't been out to eat for a dinner since the twins came home difficult.  I have operated fairly well, but not without the help of several friends and family near and far.  I thank you for
- the prayers for our family,
- the texts of sarcasm and understanding when I'm at my emotional end,
- the advice on how to hold it together,
- the lunchtime walks,
- the humorous podcast recommendations {see One Bad Mother},
- the very serious audio book recommendations {see The 5 Love Languages},
- the watching of our sick kids when they can't go to daycare,
-  the marathon meal preparations for our freezer {also, get this app Meal Makeovers}
- the picking up my daughter at school or having her over for a break from babies,
- the pure and simple outpour of LOVE in so many ways. 
I am thankful for LOVE that has been shown to me and my family.

Throwback to where our difficult year began:



TWO
When I was little, my mom would drag me outside on our farm at every opportunity to look at the stars, or anything about nature.  She taught me God was as present in the cotton field as in any church.  To be connected to self and the heavens, was just to look up in the night sky.  When Ryan and I (and Kaylie, Rosco, Deuce, Reese, and Abner the fish) moved to Wisconsin, we moved to the country.  It's a bit of a commute, and a bit of an isolating feeling when you don't even have a sidewalk for a stroller.  However, I breathe deeper when I turn off the main road, roll down my windows and let in the crisp fall air as I marvel at the corn fields.  In late summer, while I cook dinner, I get to watch fireflies dance across those fields like a personal performance of Earth's majesty.  On the nights I let the dogs out for a final night stalk of some poor raccoon, I gaze upon a sky full of stars that are numerous beyond any city view's imagination.  I am thankful for the stars, the fireflies, the fall air and the reminders that to everything there is a season.


THREE
Kaylie, in advanced reading and advanced math again this year, is quickly becoming a preteen with attitude and all. We've started down that path with the American Girls book "The Care and Keeping of You", which opens up some conversations and allows girls to read the correct facts on their own.
Some days are for the most part lovely, and others I struggle to know if I'm doing it all right with her emotional roller coaster.  For so many years it was just us.  And then we got a dog, Rosco Edward.  And now there are 8 personalities in our house.  Eight.  I have an emotional roller coaster of my own.  I don't know what the correct balance of self preservation and empathy for our children is, but I'm still working through it.  I am grateful for the years of growing up together Kaylie and I have shared, and continue to share.



Costa Rica circa 2005 (just Kaylie and me) on her first adventure to a beach.

Baptism, 2014

FOUR
My husband.  This guy.  My friend.  Mower of ginormous lawn.  Veterinarian.  House remodeler.  Deer hunter.  Bow hunter.  Fire starter. Tree trimmer. Handy man.  Floor mopper.    Remote control master {why can't I work it}.  Household realist.  Dad. Security.  Love.



FIVE
These girls. 



I am exhausted, currently battling laryngitis for the second time in a month, coughing, and anxious about my new position at work, but they are little miracles.  And our illness battles around this house are not in the same ballpark as what some families are going through.  I recently learned about this place, Gio's Garden, that offers support and care for kids with special needs and a few hours off for families each week and without charge. 
That is amazing.



Harper and Wrenly are now 5 months adjusted age (7.5 months actual age).  Sometimes it feels like we have the longest newborns ever.  But again, my battles are welcomed.  I got to keep my little girls.  For any complaint I have, I have a prayer of thanks.

Harper:
You are crazy, girl!  You like to be DOING something at.all.times.  I don't know if you will ever sleep.  You get bored easily.  You want to be touching something always.  Often, this is your sister.  You will roll over, steal her hairbow, pat her hair, pull her ear, stick your hand in her mouth and climb over her just to get a reaction out of her. 


We recently gave you sweet potatoes in the Boon silicon feeder and you were not convinced about them.  You tolerated the smashed grapes with a little less awful expression.  However, you really like Cherry Tylenol.  Your sister does not.


You like to sit in the bouncer like you are cruising down Main Street leaned back in a low rider with the windows down.

 

Rosco E. with the photo bomb.

On a recent post I said to stay tuned for what I would do with a new preserved boxwood wreath.
Here is that post.



This project was inspired by Miss Mustard Seed and all she does with boxwood wreaths.  I couldn't even link to one of her projects, I had to link to the search result of all of the boxwood wreath stuff, because she even named a color of milk paint after it.  She's pretty amazing.

Anyway, I finally bought a preserved boxwood wreath when Décor Steals offered one on their daily sales.  And then I had about a billion ideas floating around for it, and some of those ideas just didn't work out (see the end of this previous post).  And as with much of what I begin to paint, I have a freak out, "oh no, this is not going to work" moment (okay, like a day), and then suddenly the project starts to take shape and it somehow comes together.  Don't be afraid to dive in sometimes, because even if the end product isn't what you imagined, it may turn out far better than you could have ever imagined.  Life words right there.  Have faith.

As is typical of me, I was anxious to get started in my 15 minutes of free time while babies were napping and didn't get a good before picture.  We had this galvanized magnetic board hanging on this wall to hold Christmas cards, birthday invitations, save the dates, etc.  Things that now-a-days have pretty family pictures on them and you don't want to discard them for awhile.  I liked it, but felt like it wasn't 'fan-cay' enough.  Enter boxwood wreath...



 I ran out of Krylon Chalkboard spray paint about half way across this board.  Ryan was going to Home Depot, so I asked him to grab another can.  Home Depot only carries Rustoleum brand.  I thought it would be fine; maybe an unnoticeable difference.  Um, there is a huge difference.
The bottom of the above picture is sprayed oh-so-smoothly with Krylon.  The top is graffiti style Rustoleum.  Not the look I was going for.  I'm going to be fair and say that it got slightly more humid that afternoon when I used Rustoleum, but that's a huge difference. 


I used a sanding wedge to sand the whole thing out, and to my surprise, it all sanded out pretty smooth and even!  I used the tack cloth to wipe it clean and pick up all the sanding debris.

Moving on to the frame.


Before I hung the board back on the wall, I put another screw in the wall that would act as an anchor for the wreath (screw was placed in the center of where the board would hang).  I tied twine to the wreath hanging wire, then to the anchor screw I placed.

Photo by http://heathercookelliott.com/

"... faith is the assurance of things hoped for." - Hebrew 11:1.

The Fourth -2014

John Adams wrote the following to his wife when the founding fathers were writing the Declaration of Independence:

"I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade..."

Okay, so he was actually writing about the 2nd of July (it didn't get finalized for two more days), but the twins are actually only ~ 3 months adjusted age too.  All brilliant people are a little off, right?


I waivered on whether to do anything for the 4th of July.  Not because I don't LOVE planning a good time or having a good time, but because having twins is exhausting!  What few minutes I do have, I want to just fall face down and zone out or nurse my aching back (I'm feeling about as old as America).

I mom'ed-up, though, because I want my girls to have fond memories, even if they're too young, or too cool (uh-hum) to care at this point [footnote= they were all up and excited by 7:30 a.m. today].



I remember fireworks with my family on the farm, and I want my girls to think I gave a flying sparkler.

Some good friends mentioned they could come over for a casual get together, and this sounded reasonable (you know those friends you don't have to clean the house for and you can hand them a chore when they walk in the door?... and they come back).

I made a fruit pizza, not carefully working around the one MILLION Dr. Brown's bottle pieces with a baby strapped to me.
Grilling the hotdogs was a chore I handed off.

Thanks, Matt!



Total mom face, Harper is ready for a nap and dad just had to go see about an animal for work.  Good job Kaylie and Wrenly!

The Twins - 5 months