Friday, January 19, 2018

One Trip Around the Sun

How? How? How?  Isn't that the tune I always sing?!  It has been a year.  And, what a sweet one!  This little guy...he lights up our lives.  He just is the sweetest thing.  So, so good.

We had flu for his birthday, but we still had such a special, little day.  

I made this cake.

It was fun, but it wasn't my favorite one we've made/tried.

Jeremy made pasta to go with our meatballs and braciole (yes, with his fun new Italian cooking interest), and I think Henry loved every bit of it.
He watched his siblings open and put together his gifts.

And, he was so proud of them singing to him.

 He ate every last bite of the true Fisk/Carter family fashion.

Then, he tried out his new set of wheels.

Oh, Henry.  You are so loved.  As our family has gotten larger over the (short!) years, I am sure some have wondered how we can love each of you enough when we are pulled in so many different directions...when each of you still needs us on a very basic level.  The truth is, I've wondered the same thing right before each of you were born.  It has kept me up at night.  The fear of the unknown (even though I should know very well how instantly I fall so deeply in love with each of you as soon as you're in my arms), coupled with the hundred other thoughts running through the mind of a soon-to-be momma again can oftentimes be paralyzing.  But the truth is, you were made for us.  

You were given to us as a that we borrow until we can get you back safely into the arms of the Giver.  And as we receive you, our hearts wonder where you ever were.  

I couldn't love any of you more than I already do.  Although, at times, with my failings and yellings, I'm sure you question that.  

What I mean to say is, you all are loved.  Beyond measure.  And, with each little one of you that comes along, our hearts are stretched more.  You have helped us to realize there truly is go greater gift than life.  While we have made so many mistakes, you are teaching us what is important, what can be let go, and how to grow in patience (sorry I need a daily lesson).

I worry I will mess up.  I worry that I will parent you in the wrong way.  I sometimes go to bed at night praying that you know I love you because of the difficulty of the day.  

I do.  Each of you.  And, I always, always will.

Happy birthday, sweet boy.

Monday, January 1, 2018

The End and The Beginning

We finished the year off with a bang, family style.  Jeremy got a pasta maker for Christmas, and so we decided to make lasagna rolls!  As soon as the kids were down for naps after lunch, we got to it!  I made fresh tomato sauce, and he started rolling out the pasta dough!  Maybe four hours later, dinner was served!

We had a candle-lit dinner with all of the kids, and it was so much fun!  What was even better is that they didn't see the tomatoes and spinach in the lasagna rolls and gobbled them right up, saying it was the best.meal.ever!  Win, win.

The entire time Gen just wanted to blow out the Advent candles that we had not lit until last night (you know, after Advent).

 So, she finally did.

Then, we started the first morning of 2018 with popovers! 
I am always amazed at how quickly another year comes and is gone.  After Christmas, I'm always sad it is over, and by the time the next one rolls around, I can't believe we've spent another year already.  I sometimes find myself aching for what has gone yet looking forward for what's to come simultaneously.  

Yet, our lives are full.  So very full.  We are able to spend more time with our babies than a lot of people.  We are blessed to see the joy of His creation daily.  While schooling can at times be so frustrating, I also get to be with these little ones so much more than if I sent them to school, and for that I'm extremely grateful.  I have parents and in-laws most would die for.  I am married to a man who is so extremely selfless, and we do this parenting gig/vocation together, always.  I am surrounded by beautiful friends both in my community and this amazing online community.

I have my faith.  I have my health.  And, I have a new day to spend as I choose.  I don't always choose best.  I get frustrated too quickly, often.  I vow to not do things one day and then find myself doing them the very next day.  I don't always appreciate the blessings right before my eyes.  I don't often live as if there might not be a tomorrow.  I let myself get hurt.  I let myself hold onto things too long.  I do not always choose to love.

This year, I want to do better.  I want to put God first, always, even when it's not the easy choice.  I want my husband to feel that he is always my number one person here.  I want my kids to go to bed at night knowing without a doubt that I adore each one of them.  I want to reach out more.  I want to care for others better.  I want to worry less.  I want to have more peace.  I want to be better.

I'll fail, I know.  I'll wish I did things differently.  But, this year, I want to try to pick up, move on, and strive toward Heaven...detached and humble.  Welcome, 2018!

Saturday, December 30, 2017

December: In Review

This is a long one...

Papa and Elley got a little pony for the kids to ride.  His name is Peanut.  And...he is ornery!

 We saw Santa.
 And, we had fun decorating despite what some faces may appear to be saying.

 We made cookies for the feast of Saint Lucy (a few days early).

 Saint Nicholas came.

John Paul turned five!

 He wanted to go to Kabuki.

 And, he very specifically wanted this...

The kids had matching PJs.  Some were happier than others.

We had a cookie decorating day with friends.

 Some like sprinkles more than others.

 She is a pro.

That same friend made me a cake, and I immediately had to make one for my family.  Seriously, it's on my list of all-time favorite desserts.

We made a gingerbread train (we like to mix it up from time to time).

 Carter and Peter had their first piano recital.
 Then, Christmas began.  These two are only two months apart.
 And this girl adores her uncle.

 He got new spurs.

 Christmas...Round 2.     

We read the Christmas Story.

 John Paul decided to help Sophie make use of her nail painting kit - sweet brother.
 The kids helped Aunt Julie open a ton of presents that weren't really hers...and I joyously caught it all...not knowing they weren't hers either.
 John Paul got his s'more maker.

 Christmas...Round 3.       

 We went to Mass on Christmas Eve.

 And, we celebrated again on Christmas Day.
 This girl had a popcorn ball...or five!

 Jeremy learned to make pasta.  This might be very bad.

 I finally learned how to make my grandma's fudge.  It only took seven attempts over the last two years.

 We took Peanut for a ride.

 And, I got a week with my best friends...

And, we finally had somewhat of a little snow.

2017 -  it's been great, and we've been so blessed.