School Days

Well.
Cue the tears. Here are your first and last day of school pics.

My little man

Singing in the Rain

 (James wore my raincoat and EL wore his!)

Selfie Sunday

This Season

Come out of sadness
From wherever you've been
Come broken hearted
Let rescue begin
Come find your mercy
Oh sinner come kneel
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can't heal
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can't heal

So lay down your burdens
Lay down your shame
All who are broken
Lift up your face
Oh wanderer come home
You're not too far
So lay down your hurt
Lay down your heart
Come as you are

(Come as you are by David Crowder)

This current season has been tough. I have bouts of peace and bouts of severe anxiety and panic. Whatever may happen though, I know that there is hope. Hope from my risen Savior that all will be well again. 

This week in pictures

I made it back to the gym. 

Grey celebrated his last birthday in his twenties! (Baby.)  James ate some toast.

EL perfected the long drawn out NOOO as she runs away from you. She also got in her first shoving fight at school.

James perfected picking out his own outfits and even figured out how to dress himself. Sometimes he went to school with his underwear inside out and his pants on backwards but hey, he did it!

I left the sunroof open in my car the night it rained and now my laptop doesn't work.
EL had a minor allergic reaction to her 15 month vaccination and we had to hang out at the DR's office for 90 minutes. (Little bit still hasn't broken 20lbs yet)

Chickfila and live music downtown were our treats after the DR's office (especially since Grey was on a 36 hour trip to NYC)

I chopped 6 inches off. 

Catch up

Since my last post, EL boycotted nap time

 And ate chocolate chip pancakes

 And was happy :)

 She grabbed her snack from the cabinet and crawled into the chair by herself.

 I got some succulents!

 We went to Spartanburg's annual hog fest with live music

 And we ate some pork rinds.

 EL learned how to feed herself with a spoon

 We made healthier muffins from rotten bananas.

 Jesus died and thankfully rose again. Not pictured is my husband who forgot his darn khaki pants.