Edmond

It's been a little over a month since we have officially moved to Oklahoma and so far, it's been pretty nice.  Lots of snow, now lots of rain, some nice days in between, a minor earthquake, some new photography friends, a visit from my sister, and some fun activities in between all that.

I miss living in the country.  I miss our chickens, I miss the little community we lived in.  It was a different kind of people that lived there, not that they were better, just different.  I have met so many nice people here, too.  So far, both places are great.  I just missed the quietness of living in Miami.  Edmond has it's charm though, and Oklahoma City is so nice.  It's made the number 4 spot on the top 10 best places to move in 2015, so that should tell you a little about how surprisingly nice it is.

Summer and Tristan get cuter every day. Summer is in love with Da, and has turned into quite the little person.  Every night she shoves and pushes her way into his lap for a bedtime story.  She lays her head on his chest and calls him Da.  She makes puppy noises and says, "dirt."  And she screams, "MA!" at me all the time.  Every morning Summer has to have her shoes on, and a jacket, and just yesterday brought me a hair tie so we could fix her hair.  She gets furious if I try to feed her when she is in her high chair, but refuses to actually use a spoon or fork besides as a hammer.  She almost always has two baby dolls in her possession, the little one tucked in her arm, and dragging the bigger one by it's arm.

Tristan is honestly the sweetest angel.  I can't think of even sending him to preschool EVER because I'd be so worried about him the whole time.  Sometimes when I see him around other kids I can see him picking up their snotty behavior, or I see them being mean to him and it hurts my heart.  I know at some point he will have to deal with that, but 3 almost 4 doesn't seem like the right age.  He does do the classic kid thing and turn into a show off when we have company, but he's still pretty darn cute.  Everywhere this kid goes he gets a smile from people.  He usually climbs into bed with us at about 6am, Jeff gets up about 6:15, I sleep in til about 7.  When Tristan does wake up about 7:45, he comes and finds me, grin on his face and tells me how much he loves me.  We have a few minutes together.  He brings me flowers.  He tells me all sorts of cute stories.  He still mispronounces words and it breaks my heart on the days he gets them right.  Tristan loves anything gun, knife, sword, bow and arrow, RescueBot, and gun.  He almost always has a backpack on, a belt with a gun and knife in it, and his pockets full of money.

Being with these kids bring me more joy than anything ever has.  The more I am with them, the more I am just happy to be home with them.  I love knowing that when Summer needs to go back to bed 45 minutes after she wakes up, she can... because her Mommy knows her and knows what she needs.  It's not to say that when I have to mop the floor twice a day it's not frustrating, but I have never had a job that gave me such fulfillment than being their mom.