Three is My Number

Adjusting to one child was hard.  Lack of sleep , getting used to packing a suitcase(diaper bag) to go anywhere, hormones, stretch marks, lots of crying, etc. All of that was hard.  Adjusting to two boys under the age of two was really hard.   I was a recluse for about two years, but we had fun, and I quickly forgot how hard it was when we were through it.  It was manageable.  Jason and I could tag team and eventually we all slept through the night.

When Drew turned two, we had this major turning point, it was amazing.  Everything just got so easy all of the sudden.  We found our groove, I didn't have to take ANYTHING with us when we went places.  I could just leave "extra's" in the car in case we had accidents or whatever.  They both talked, walked, fed themselves, and could play well together.  I'm not saying we didn't have our days, because we did, but for the most part, I felt like I had things "under control."

This is why I thought it was such a great idea to have another precious bundle of love made perfectly and intracately by the creator of the universe.  If you don't know the story, Jason and I had decided we were done.  I wanted another child, but because I knew Jason didn't, I had wholeheartledely come to a place where I was perfectly content with our two boys and no more children.   For real.


Obviously, God had another plan, I praise Him for that.

Sarah came into our life and things flowed somewhat smoothly for a little bit, and then it was like a bomb got dropped into our laps!  Kaboom!  Everything just went to complete and utter chaos.  I have no idea how people have 4,5,or 6 kids.  No idea.  Most days, I feel like everything is out of control and I will never, EVER,  get things in order, or have the energy to much less!

There is always lots of noise, lots of laundry, my grocery bill is baffling me, and there is almost always atleast one unhappy little person.  Control is the very last thing that I ever feel as though I have!

I am really having to take control of my thoughts to keep myself from throwing my hands in the air and just doing a crummy job at all of it.

I am laughing and smiling as I write this, so don't hear me saying that our life is horrible.  It's not.  It's beautiful.  And it's CRAZY!

Some things are just gonna have to go by the wayside.  Some things that I have a really hard time letting go of.  (Like dishes in the sink, I hate dishes in the sink:).) Because if they don't, then my relationships in my family are going to fall and I don't want that to happen.

I feel like I can almost see Dylan slipping through my fingers as I say to myself, "this is going to get easier...when Sarah gets a little older, it will be easier...", because as Sarah gets older, Dylan is getting older.  And I want to have a close relationship with Dylan NOW.  Not when Sarah gets a little older.  Drew is four NOW.  I love that age.  I don't want to miss FOUR.


I am finding myself depending on God probably like never before.  God, HELP me to be creative, intentional, purposeful, and to HAVE ENERGY.

When I had two kids, I don't know if I cried out as desperately to God for His help in just the day-to- day things.  So, this is a good thing, right??

I know we were meant to have three kids.  I know Jason and I were destined to have Dylan, Drew, and Sarah.  No doubt about that.  This was/is HIS plan.  He called us to be their parents and He IS EQUIPPING US!  He is equipping us for something right before our very eyes that is way beyond us.

Thank you Jesus for believing in us to do such a mighty work! Thank you for entrusting us with these very precious souls.

(Aren't they so stinkin' cute?!)