Saturday, September 12, 2015
The other night something made me look up this old blog. I haven't been here in a while and once I stopped in, I couldn't pull away. Instagram has taken over that spot in my life for documenting and sharing pictures. If I'm "wasting" time online, I'm perusing pinterest or instagram. But never reading blogs. Gone are the days of getting on each morning and checking in to see what ventures my friends and their new babies were on... and gone are the days where I'd sit down and start typing all of the current thoughts of this mommy of one baby.... two babies.... a boy! I never even touched the surface of our fourth. I hardly use to miss the opportunity to post a good meal I made, and now I've missed an entire pregnancy and the first 8 months of Knox's life.
This kid is so cute. What if I finally print this blog someday and he's not in it? I think I'm back. Knox needs stories about his first words, his favorite foods, the crickets he eats...
Not to mention these other three just keep changing! I die when I look at old posts and see Sophia as a little girl. I don't know when it happened but she is practically a young woman. She turned ten a couple of weeks ago and it blows my mind.
I think I said this in my last post a year ago. But I don't have time to look back at it. But I'm making a new resolution to write again. Instagram has made it super easy to document and save some photos. But I can't help but be dissuaded by that unwritten rule that everyone is annoyed if you post too many pictures and one a day or less is just not always enough. And sometimes there is so much more to say than is appropriate to put in someone's instagram feed.
So again, I think I'm back. I'm writing to myself now and later. I can't imagine anyone else will check this which might make it a little harder to be motivated because those blog days were fun when we were all back and forth with comments. I'm not above that and for sure all of that validation gave me all the more fire to write. But along with nobody checking in comes incredible freedom. Like right now, I'm not even re-reading this. I don't think I will. Who has time? It might be pure gibberish and I'm quite confident it is, but I think it's worth it. I don't have time to words and I don't have time to edit photos... I don't even have time to edit thoughts. I probably don't have time to write at all since every night once my kids are in bed I think of a million things I wish I'd done better while they were awake. My life has a chronic MOUNTAIN of things I could be improving on. But maybe that's exactly why I want to write. So that all of those thoughts and goals and wishes and regrets can be documented somewhere. To either help me remember and better myself.... or at least give my kids proof, later, of my good intentions. :/
For now, I'm tired and not sure I actually said anything in this unedited mash of words but I'm hoping this will crack the door to that part of my brain so all of the stories and conversations and moments that are happening in this amazing family and life of mine will start pouring out and be recorded.
This is it. I used to be a new mom and it feels like yesterday. But now I'm a 34-year-old woman with four kids ranging from 8 months to 10 years. I still do diapers and baby food and lullabies but now I do homework and soccer and volleyball and piano and friend problems and FableHaven and chores and sometimes I just don't know when my brain is going to catch up with these crow's feet between my brows. I'm not sure it ever will-- but I know this is it. I'm IN my life. It's not like leading up to it anymore. I'm in it. Making the forever memories for my kids. More than halfway done raising Sophia under my roof. I'm in it.
It's so overwhelming but so wonderful. And I'm just so grateful for these four personalities I scored.. and for such a solid partner in Ross to cross our fingers together and hope we do it right.
And for prayer.
Life is still super good over here.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
There. I did something with the pictures I took when I decided it was worth it to bring the big camera. A trip like this deserves a real showing.
Never in a million years did I think we would take our kids to Hawaii at such a young age. I was lucky enough to go as a babysitter in highschool, and then again for college. But we never went on a family vacation there growing up. We never went anywhere that would have required air fare. That would be crazy with six kids. Only spoiled kids get that. My kids are now officially spoiled and I think it was worth it.
Monday, September 22, 2014
I've recently really been missing this. A place to write down my thoughts and records of our family. I wish I was disciplined enough to keep a personal journal but it's just not pretty enough to keep me going-- let's be honest. And I'm sure nobody will stumble over here anymore, but that's ok... just relieves any pressure that might have been!
Now to see if I can remember how to post a video....
Now to see if I can remember how to post a video....
Monday, February 25, 2013
I keep thinking I'll find time to blog the shoots that filled up my holiday season... but instead I decided to start with this wedding from the tail end of it all... because weddings are extra pretty... and so are Megan's freckles.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
It's been forever since I've updated over here. Every once in a while I drop in just to see if it still exists. Tonight when I dropped in, I felt like the least I could do was throw up a shot of my family from the Christmas card that happened two months ago... it's all just going by so fast already...
-Finn turned two in December and is the most amazing, snuggly, funny, handsome little boy I've ever met. He's also terrible. Because he's two. And has to do everything himself and demands gum and junk food all day which is a new challenge because the girls weren't introduced to it at such a young and insane age. He's obsessed with the Lion King and watches it every day. Maybe even a couple of times every day. And I kind of love it because it's sweet and classic and not an obnoxious tv show--- somehow I never get sick of it. Or the way he knows and repeats lines from it. And I'm thinking my lack of tv-guilt has something to do with him being the third too. Eh. He loves to be sung to right now and asks me for a song at bed time... it's become my favorite part of the day to snuggle and rock him for a song or two while he burrows into my chest.
-I had Mila's first parent teacher conference for Kinder and it kind of blew me away. She can test us a lot at home... still throws quite a few fits and has a hard time when she doesn't get her way. But at school she's an angel, and it gave me a glimpse of what she's capable of. She's smart and clever and social....she's obedient and can be so sweet and thoughtful. She's so full of love and affection and gives really good squishy kisses and has real opinions and emotions about things. Ross thinks she's me. I'm excited to see what her personality grows into as she learns to manage her frustrations... love this wild fire.
- Sophia is 7 and is as kind and gentle as ever. She thinks of everyone around her before herself and has the burning desire to always do what's right. She is anxiously awaiting turning 8 in September and getting baptized. She has such a pure understanding and testimony of her Savior and of the gospel and she sees the whole world as it relates to what we learn at church and through the scriptures. Her perspective seems beyond her years. She can forgive and apologize faster and more sincerely than I can, even when she has a right to feel upset or wronged. She just hates to see anyone suffering. She can be overly sensitive and emotional sometimes.... which we're glad about... it makes it so she fits in with the rest of us flawed Biesingers. She's a gem.
Life is really really good.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Thursday, November 01, 2012
Halloween 2012. Dorothy and the Wicked Witch. Waldo, Wenda, and obviously.... the biggest, scariest, meanest Hulk you've ever seen. It was a fun one. Finn is at such a fun and ADORABLE age and LOVED every bit of the celebrations. He walked the whole neighborhood last night, never complained, and never wanted to get in the stroller. His little buns have got to be burning today.
He insisted on carrying his bucket (by it's side almost) the whole time and left a trail of candy every time we weren't looking. He's full of moments I wish I could freeze right now. I'm always just so grateful I have Ross so that one other person can be as obsessed with him as me so I can talk about all of the cute things he does all day long if I want.
I'm having a moment with my family. I just feel so blessed. These kids are rock stars. And even though we still have a few 90 degree days ahead of us, the holidays are here and it feels oh so gooooooood.