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THIS WEEK'S THEMES: Coveting, Imagining, Asking, Saving, Fearing
Elliot and Emmett are currently...
Coveting his rubber ducky collection- Elliot is, anyways. He insists on taking his rubber duckies (usually in a bucket or basket) everywhere we go.
Imagining that he's a dragon. He yells, "Giant Dragon! RAWWWWRRR!" Multiple times a day now. It's pretty funny- except when it scares Emmett.
Asking for "more snackys" "more snackys cheeeeeeeese" (that's how he says please). The kid is always eating, but somehow isn't gaining any weight. I guess he got his mama's metabolism? Emmett has also now mastered how to ask for "more" food. But if he's thirsty it's a different ball game. If he sees a cup that's out of reach, and he's thirsty, he proceeds to FLIP OUT until it is retrieved for him. He has two levels of thirst- 1. I'm not thirsty at all, and 2. GIVE ME WATER BEFORE I DIE!
Fearing his new speech therapist. Elliot's beloved speech therapist has been replaced by a younger (fresh out of college) woman, and Elliot spends at least the first fifteen minutes of every therapy session hiding on the couch under his blankets. I can't figure out why- she's really quite nice.
Elliot and his duckies (crappy instagram pictures, sorry)
I am currently...
Imagining how blissful our life will be once we finally leave the states and arrive in Costa Rica! I really can't wait. I know you're not supposed to wish your life away... but really, I've never anticipated something so much in my life. I just cannot WAIT to finally start living our life there. (ps: we are also discussing possible plans of having baby #3 in Costa Rica. Maybe a home birth? Shhh.)
Asking myself how I am ever going to weed through all of the boys clothes, and toys, and (in Elliot's case) blankets to decide what we will/will not bring to Costa Rica. We are going to be limited to probably about 6 suitcases... and I expect four of them to be for them. They have A LOT of stuff. I'm nostalgically attached to many of their things, so it's going to be sad to sell/give away what we can't take. Sigh. Small sacrifices, right?
Saving every extra penny for our upcoming move.
Fearing the unknown, a little. I wouldn't be human if I didn't, right? I'm always worrying that something will go wrong.... like we'll really struggle with the language barrier, or we'll end up lost somewhere on the side of the road, or what if we get there and absolutely hate it? That's highly unlikely, but you never know! Most of the time, I'm filled with anticipation and excitement, and thinking positively. It's only every once in awhile that my mind wanders to the "what ifs". Then I remember that God has a plan!