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Friday, 04 September 2009

Moving right along......

For those of you still out there, from now on you can find me here.

www.myfullerlife.blogspot.com

A little change never hurt anyone, right?
I hope to see you there!

Saturday, 16 May 2009

One Year!?! (and 9 days)

This is late.
But better late than never I guess.
Would you believe me if I told you that I haven't been able to post this entry because, for the past 9 days straight, I've been fluctuating between tears of joy and sobs of sorrow over the fact that my baby is now the big O-N-E?
No? I didn't think so.
Would you believe that I haven't been able to post this entry because I've been too busy chasing around that chubby 1 year old boy AND giving in to the demands of my self-proclaimed 4 year old King of the Universe AND nurturing the tender heart of my 7 year old who is apparently in the throes of developing her self-worth?
Believe it. It's the truth.
Speaking of that chubby 1 year old..... Everyday I stand amazed that 1 year ago the Good Lord Above felt I was the most capable Mother on earth to take care of this

And that in such a short amount of time he has amazingly turned in to this

You know those "tears of joy" I joked about earlier? Excuse me while I go and get a tissue here.
This is the baby I never knew I wanted.

I'm just so thankful that God knew I wanted him in my life. Every time I think about it, I'm amazed that something (someone) I didn't even plan has impacted my life in such a profound way.
And that's the way He does His best work.
When it's His plan and not mine it's much more enjoyable.
And sweeter...

....and messier.

But so much richer!
Happy Birthday Tyson Hunt Fuller! I can't wait to see the amazing things that God has planned for your life. And I'm so very grateful that He has allowed me to be a part of it! I love you, Chubby Bubby!

Tuesday, 07 April 2009

Home is where the ________ is.

Everybody knows that phrase. But there are many different things that make home feel like home. For me, one thing is the smell. And I'm talking good smell here, not bad odor. My parent's house (my first home) has a very distinct smell. I love that smell. And I don't really have a description for it other than "homey." Maybe it's a mixture of vanilla (my mom's favorite fragrance), and vintage (my parents have a lot of antique/vintage items), and wood (my dad is an amazing woodworker). And in the mixture is most definitely love.
My mom brought her quilt to my house a couple of weeks ago to wash it in my high efficiency front loading washer. Boy I love that washer. It makes laundry fun, even after having it for 3 months laundry is still fun. Anyway...I digress. My mom's quilt.....I picked it up and got a whiff of that "smell." I then proceeded to stick my face in it and take a few deep breaths. And I know I smelled love because it made me feel good inside. I then felt like I had to explain myself to my Mom as she stood there looking at me, but she understood. She always understands. Love smells.
I've moved a few times in my married life. More than my fair share if you want my opinion. But I can tell you without a doubt that for me, home is where this is.

I love my bed.
I love the headboard and footboard. Remember my woodworking Dad? He's the craftsman behind this beautiful piece as well as the nightstand and dresser you see in the picture.
I love the mattress. It's an old school "Sleep Number Bed." It was our first major purchase as a married couple. Back then they were called "Select Comfort." We don't have the convenience of numbers on ours, just inflate and deflate. And the inflator motor sounds like a jet plane engine. But I still love it.
I love crawling in at night and feeling like I'm melting into it. It is comfortable and it is warm thanks to this...

I'm not so sure I could make it through winter without my heated mattress pad. It's a faithful and loyal companion.
Shortly after our most recent move I realized that my fondness of my bed must be rubbing off on my children. Not one of my three kids had a hard time adjusting to sleeping in our new house.
As long as Anna has her horses, she's out.

And Zane falls asleep faster than Lightening.

And even Ty sleeps well in his little closet "room". He does look happy, doesn't he?

Yes, we Fullers love our beds. Which is where I'm headed right now!

Friday, 06 March 2009

Missing...

They're gone. All of them. Well, all but one of them. I just realized the other day that they were gone and now I'm really starting to miss them. I don't know how I lost them and I'm not even sure when it happened. It must have happened gradually. And now I'm hoping that since I've realized they're gone it won't take me too long to find them again. What are they?
creativity
inspiration
motivation
I still have the desire, but desire is nothing without her 3 loyal companions. That is why today, when I had to type in the web address to my blog (because it doesn't even show up in the drop down box anymore) I was greeted with a Christmas theme and the date December 18, 2008 was shouting at me from the screen. Christmas theme? December? Gracious, I must have lost those babies a long time ago!
One would think that with 3 young children full of wit and childish wisdom I would have plenty of inspiration, right? So here begins the process of searching and finding.....of looking at life with a different perspective to find the moments that are worth writing about.....of choosing to make my life interesting again. And hopefully it won't be long before sweet little creativity, youthfull spry inspiration and energetic neverending motivation come alongside my desire and me. And here's hoping that I haven't lost all of my readers too.

Thursday, 18 December 2008

Behaving like a 3 year old

I can't wait until that certain part of the brain (whichever "lobe" it is), that understands the concept of time, is developed in my son. He has absolutely no concept of time. Everything that has happened in the past happened yesterday, in his world. And anything that is to happen in the future will be happening right now. And patience....don't even get me started. Here's a conversation that takes place on a daily basis in our home:
Zane: Mom, can I have some juice? (This is usually asked when I am busy doing something)
Mom: Hold on.
Zane: Mom, can I please have some juice?
Mom: Yes, Zane, I'll get you some juice. Just a second.
Zane: Mom! (stomp foot) Please!
Mom: I'm doing something right now. Can you please be patient.
Zane: Yes. (5 second pause) What's taking you so long?
Back to that whole concept of "time"....The kids know we're going to Grandma and Grandpa's for Christmas this weekend. Here's a conversation that took place just a few minutes ago:
Zane: When are we going to Christmas at Papa and Nanny's?
Mom: Tomorrow.
Zane: Right now!!!
Mom: No, tomorrow.
Zane: When you're done taking a shower?
Mom: No, tomorrow. When Anna gets home from school.
Zane: In a minute?
Mom: No, tomorrow.
Zane: Today? When Anna gets off the bus?
Mom: No, tomorrow. We still have to go to sleep, wake up, Anna goes to school and then when she gets home we'll leave.
Zane: Why can't we go now? Why is it taking so long?
I was so frustrated at the end of that conversation. I thought to myself....Is he ever going to understand? How do I explain the concept of "tomorrow" to someone who is so consumed with "right now."
And then I realized.....I'm the one who has been behaving like a 3 year old. This is kind of how my conversation goes:
Me: God, please sell our house.
God: I will.
Me: Tomorrow?
God: Just wait.
Me: But God, I want you to sell our house. Right Now!!! (stomp foot)
God: I will. Just wait.
Me: But when? I've been waiting for so long!
God: Can you please be patient.
Me: Yes. (1 day pause) Why are you taking so long?