We went to my cousin's house in Houston for Thanksgiving. Here's Nonie entertaining the kids with an iPhone. What did we do without these things?
Then we got to go see Mimi and Pawpaw! Those baby blue countertops are in so many of my childhood memories. And now Wyatt gets to make memories there. Ok, I'm tearing up.
I'm so glad she's never replaced them.
Mimi, if you're reading this, don't be mad at me for posting this picture. It was too cute not to!
They are doing their bicycle exercises together.
Opie Greg and Ella B.
Wyatt was mostly likely in a state of shock when right after our trip to Mimi and Pawpaw's, Tante Ilse and Oma show up at our house! Suffice it to say, we were on grandparent detox hard this past week.
Being a helper.
Not being a helper.
Being a co-conspirator with his good bud Noah.
We should call it Mommygroup and be honest.
It's as much for us and our sanity as it is for the kiddos.
Visiting all this family makes me wish we had some living nearby. We were made to live in community with one another. With family.
And then I'm reminded that Jesus is enough. All the time.
When our very affectionate Wyatt has pink eye in both eyes and I have to keep him away from sister.
When Rob leaves for days at a time.
When I ache to the very marrow of my bones with a cold.
When I am brought to tears by the joy and love of our family.
All the time.