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"Mom, I've changed a lot. I don't pick my nose anymore AND I wash my hands with soap now. I'm getting pretty big...." -Finley
Today after church, we ate lunch and relaxed a little bit outside. A few of the littles wandered out to the greenhouse to visit with Grampa. Oliver's hair is getting so long and has a little curl to it now. Mixed with his hilarious personality, it's simply the best. Mid afternoon we decided to take a drive out to Prairie Creek to scope out some Summer camp sites and let the littles throw rocks in the water. It was a nice Sunday drive. We did run into a little bit of rain, but on our way back we were able to drive out of it. We stopped for a little while at the creek and let the kids take off their shoes and walk through the cool, clear water. Reese was along and loved being with everyone. We had rock skipping contests and most of the tiniest Stannix children simply enjoyed throwing stone after stone into the water. When it came time to leave some of the children were wetter than others. We had rolled up pant legs and shirtless boys. I forgot to bring an extra diaper for Sawyer who basically ended up sitting in the creek before we left. He drove home naked, in a very wet diaper and fell asleep after a few minutes on the road
On the way home Oliver got a little bit frustrated with Finley always telling him things. "Fin! You don't hafta tell me! I already know everwyfing!" Finley took this as a challenge, "Oh yeah? Well what's five plus five then?" Grampa whispered in Ollie's ear and he shouted matter-of-factly, "Six." So Finley drilled him again, "Well, what's six plus six?....Grampa, this time don't help him." We all laughed.
We got home past the dinner hour and I scrambled to whip up something quick for cranky, hungry children.
Today we met up with a dear friend from our time in Edmonton. I was assigned to be her visiting teacher at church and we had littles all the same age. She always kindly invited us over for play dates and lunch and baked delicious treats. As our littles were boating and playing on the beach, we were able to have a nice visit together and catch up. She is battling cancer at the moment and is frustrated at how it keeps her from caring for her five young children the way she would like to. As I was telling her about how I am able to leave my children at home during this pandemic when I HAVE to go grocery shopping, she smiled and said, "Have to". I stumbled, "Well, I love grocery shopping, so I guess it's not a have to." She smiled. It wasn't until later in our conversation that she expressed how much she missed being able to go out and pick the groceries for her house and plan the meals. Then it clicked. My entire perspective changed after our afternoon together. As I've contemplated a lot of my "Have to's" they've been turned into "Get to's". Instead of grumbling that I have to make dinner, I think that it is a privilege to cook for my family. I get to be the one to wake up in the middle of the night and soothe a crying child. I get to wake up early and figure out breakfast. Life is so much more pleasant when we change our "Have to's" to "Get to's" and I am forever grateful to this dear friend for sharing her heart and reminding me of this!