Gettin' Old

Yesterday I loaded up a decent size bag of garbage and hauled her out to the big can.

I was on the phone while attending said task.

And when I went to heave the bag up and into the can...

I felt something pull in my back.

Almost instantly it hurt to breath and I could barely move my right arm.

Two Aleve, one heating pad, and nine hours of sleep later - I feel much better. Thank You, Lord!

After injuring myself, I asked The Engineer, "Isn't it only old people who get hurt like that? I mean, I was throwing away a bag of garbage!" He just grinned and nodded. 

Today we have spent the later part of the morning and early afternoon outside. It's a beautiful day. 

Little Bit likes to zoom head first into the dirt areas of our yard, and then can't zoom out. It does my heart good to see Little Man helpin' a sista out. 

I have been inspired by this series of posts here, to continue cleaning out and purging. Reading Sarah's thoughts on the necessity of one, maybe two Sunday outfits per child has me pumped. This is something I have long thought and pursued, and hearing it from another young mama has me encouraged. Little Man wears the same yellow suit to church every Sunday. It was The Engineer's when he was a boy. Personally, I think this greatly simplifies life. And right now, simple is quite good.

See what happens when I take my eyes off her for a second!? (lips and cheek)

And in closing, I came across a few old journal entries and these two quotes brought a smile to my face...

The first one is when we told Sister we were expecting Little Bit:

"It makes my heart twinkle and sparkle that God answered my prayer. It makes me want to have a parade!"

And the second is from an afternoon of playing "adoption."

"I mean, mother, why would you want to adopt us? Little Man smells bad."

Happy Wednesday Y'all!