Love Comes Easy: Sunny Winter Days, Lazy Weekends, and Random Stories.

Every winter, I get the blues. I hate being cooped up in the house, but we've been really lucky with the weather this January and have had several beautiful days to talk to boys out. As much as Aaron works, the boys and I don't get out much. I refuse to leave the house with all three by myself, unless I'm just going to my moms. Even that is a nightmare, getting them all out of the house. With two infants, every time we go anywhere I feel like I'm packing for an overnight weekend. Two outfits, can of formula, 165 diapers, 18 packs of wipes, you get my drift. (Is my sarcasm translating through text?)

So basically, I've been feeling really locked away. Aaron and I discussed me getting a weekend job. Some spare cash would be nice, but it would be more about me getting out for a few hours at a time. I considered it for a long time, but the truth is I could never be away. It sounds easy, but it really isn't. I can get really overwhelmed sometimes with three kids this little, being by myself all the time (Aaron thinks I'm Super Woman), but I think I would be far more overwhelmed being away from them and thinking about them the whole time. Ok, really I'm more afraid of leaving Aaron alone with them. I'm 90% positive the house would catch on fire.

Speaking of Super Woman. I have officially earned that title. One winter weekend, Aaron and I decided to take the boys with us to Salina to do a bit of shopping. (This is one reason why we don't do this often). We were in Target, Aaron had Bennett in his arms, and Maxton was on my hip and Hendrix by my side. Aaron had a few shirts he wanting to try on, so we wondered on down to the dressing room. Since the boys had been held, they refused to be put back in the cart, so I sat on the bench outside the dressing rooms with a baby on each knee. Hendrix was looking at the socks within my eye sight, when suddenly he yelled, 'I NEED TO GO PEE!!!!!' Well. Crap. Ok, I got this, here we go. With a baby in each arm, I hustled Hendrix to the nearest restroom (across the frickin store!) and got him inside the stall. I still had a baby in each arm as I fought to get his pants unbuttoned and down, when he then announces that he needs to poop. I absolutely refused to set either of the babies down on the disgusted bathroom tiles, so while holding tightly to each boy, I somehow managed to lift him on to the toilet seat. Alright, we got the first part down, now he's done doing his duty, and I gotta wipe him. Yes folks, neither of my babies touched that floor. Hendrix is done with his business. Don't think I'm going to leave this public restroom without washing his hands either. Being the Super Woman that I am, I propped him onto my knee and lifted him up just high enough for him the reach the sink and and soap dispenser. BONUS, I even managed to wash my own hands. Now I know I have you all impressed. Don't ask me how, but I am SUPERMOM.

Now back to the regular programming. Pictures of my beautiful boys on a few beautiful winter days.

Walking to pick up big brother from school. We walked from Grandma Donna's house as ours is a bit far to walk.

Max had been napping so we left him in his car seat. He woke up when we got to the school and was back to all smiles!

Loading up the car and heading to Lindsborg for a day at the walk. Bennett is excited!

Both the boys fell asleep on the 15 minutes drive to our favorite park. Bennett woke up soon after we got there, Maxton snoozed the entire time, up until we were getting close to leaving, but was in a grumpy mood and wasn't up to playing.