January 26, 2011
I love when I'm dealing with a disobedient child and he steps in from out of nowhere and takes care of the discipline.
I love falling asleep to the sound of his laptop clicking away at homework.
I love making him open-face peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at 10pm.
I love watching him wrestle with our boys and play rough with them, making them laugh and laugh.
I love when he comes home from lunch during his work day.
I love when he gets a little whiny because I have to go somewhere in the evening and he doesn't want me to leave.
I love watching him snuggle with our daughter, and hearing him tell her how beautiful she is.
I love when he makes me laugh so hard that I cry.
I love when he says, "Let's get out of the house" and takes us on random trips around town just for a change of scenery.
I love when my back hurts and he can pick me up and make it pop and feel a lot better.
I love the way he smells. Unless he just worked out.
I love my husband and I'm using these next few weeks to soak up all the things I know I will miss so, so much.
Because that's a better idea than focusing on the things I'll be okay with missing, like tripping over his boots in the dark and playing the if-I-were-Steve-where-would-I-have-put-the-keys game.
Yeah, it's always better to focus on the love.
January 24, 2011
I really don't plan to blog any about my eating better and running because, well, that's boring and I'm the only one who finds it at all interesting. I just hope I can stay motivated. Right now, my skinny jeans are my motivation. Can't wait to put those bad boys back on. I just don't want to get back into them and then forget all about maintaining my healthy weight and gain a bunch back just because Steve's gone and chocolate chip cookies make me feel better when I'm blue. So, wish me luck. Or pray for me. Or just laugh at me and think how glad you are that you don't have a big, ugly treadmill in your bedroom.
January 21, 2011
Here are a few conversations we’ve had with the kids recently.
Steve asked the kids to clean their room. They are notoriously slow at this task. As motivation, he set the timer and told them to finish before it rang (we do this a lot). Steven and Gabby actually finished before the timer rang – quite an accomplishment. Afterwards, Steven told Gabby, “Do you know why it didn’t take too long to do it? Because I prayed to God that it wouldn’t.”
After listening to some audio stories in her room for quiet time one day, I asked Gabby what her stories were about.
“Jesus was in the well,” she replied.
Huh. I don’t remember that one. “He was in the well?
“What was he doing in there?”
“He prayed to God. And then he got spit up.”
Hmm. “Was he in the WHALE?”
“And was his name Jonah?”
Gabby and Steven love one-liners from movies. They will pick one line from a movie that they think is VERY funny and repeat it ALL. DAY. LONG. I’ve posted before about telling Steven that if he yelled, “ONE CHAMPION!” from Cars on more time, he’d be in trouble. Current favorites include “What the What?” from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, “Oh Yeah” and “Oh, Poop!” both from Despicable Me, and the following little gem from the end of Toy Story 3. During the little “bloopers reel” during the credits, some toys climb into the storage compartment of Mr. Potato head. He yells at them, “I’ve told you kids to stay out of my BUTT!” Gabby yelled this a few times in the grocery store today. I had to tell her it was inappropriate and that she was not allowed to yell it anymore. Oh, my word.
This is Jack, sometimes:
Except for the using-my-first-name part. Although, thankfully I still think it’s adorable and I’m not quite as annoyed by it as poor Louis. Although, it doesn’t matter how many times I answer him, when he’s in a “Ma? Ma? Ma? Ma?” mood, there’s no stopping it. But it always makes me think of this clip and laugh.
Gabby and I were washing our hands one day this week. As she scrubbed, she told me, “I have to wash my ankles, too.” Then started scrubbing her wrists. I didn’t correct her right away. But over the course of the day, we used our WRISTS and she got it. She then spent the next few days telling people, “THESE are my wrists. And THESE are my ankles” while pointing both parts out, properly.
Steven brought me a picture he had colored of my sister, Holly. He handed it to me and said, “Let’s put this on Facebook so your cousin can see it.” Um…okay. What do you know about Facebook? So, it may not be on Facebook, but here you go, Alicia. Steven wanted you to see it. It’s Aunt Holly driving a car.
Oh, they make me laugh.
January 14, 2011
This week I'm trying to "be joyful always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances..." (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18a). For me, in my cushy life with the blessings God has given me, I know it shouldn't be that hard.
Steve is deploying, again. He's been home for less than three months right now and will be leaving in less than a month. It makes me sad. Really, really sad. But it also makes me realize how much I have to be thankful for. I've met more than one person who's said to me, "I wish my husband would deploy. He's driving me nuts" or something along those lines. The fact that I'm sad he's leaving is good. He is such a wonderful husband. He loves me so, so much and he is such a blessing to me. I'm so thankful to have a marriage that has been blessed so much. We are so happy together and we hate being separated. That is something to be thankful for because I know there are many marriages our there that are far different. Another thing to be thankful for is that this time, Steve will not miss any birthdays or anniversaries. He will be home for the summer and that is exciting since he missed last summer. Also, he will be gone four months again, not six or twelve. We've done it before and we know we can get through it, again. I can be thankful for the strength and grace and patience that the Lord gives that gets me through these times. I am also thankful that we get another homecoming day. Those are pretty great.
I've been dealing for the last year or so with the decision to have more children. A lot of prayer, a lot of tears and a lot of talking with Steve and we know that we are done. It's a hard transition for me. Pregnancy and babies are what I do. I feel like that's who I am. To transition into Mommy of bigger kids is a hard one for me. But I am working on it. I know I can be thankful that I'll never have 3am feedings again and I'll never have to loose baby weight again. We can go on trips that were too hard with a baby, like Disney World. It makes me sad that I'll never be pregnant again or have a newborn baby again, but I have been so blessed with my three.
So, the last week has been a tough one, with the news of the deployment and the decision being made that we are done having kids. But I have so much to be thankful for and the Lord has blessed me so richly. So, I'm being thankful.
January 7, 2011
January 2, 2011
Hi, remember me? My name is Leah. I used to blog. I used to upload pictures - videos, even. They were of my kids, or what I made for dinner or things I thought were cute or funny. And then something happened. It was that third kid - once he was mobile, it was all over. No more blogging. No more uploading, no more Not Me Mondays or Top Ten Tuesdays. I miss it. I want to blog more. I do not make any kind of New Year's Resolutions. But if I were a revolutionary kind of girl, I'd say that I'd like to be better about blogging. And get in shape. And grow my hair out. And cook dinner at home more often. And smile more. But like I said, I don't do that.
However, if you watched KTXS news at 10 last night, you saw myself and Steve for approximately .4 seconds being interviewed about New Year's Resolutions, in which I do mention my desire to get into shape. Which I really do plan to do. Really.
Okay, now for the point. Christmas. Yep, we had one. There were presents. There was food. There was our wonderful family. It was everything that makes Christmas such a wonderful time of year. Celebrating the birth of the Savior of the world gets more and more exciting as the kids get older - watching them grasp the reason for our celebration through our Advent devotions was so sweet. Watching them enjoy the time with all our family was wonderful. Watching them tear through gifts like wild animals hyped up on sugar was a little scary. Sorting through all the clothes and toys in their room to make room for all the new ones was exhausting. Taking down the tree down was a relief. And my mom's cooking was delicious.
Now for the pictures. In these pictures you will see: the five of us Kopers, The Other Kopers (my sister and her family), The Thorntons (my other sister and her hubby), my mom and dad, and Steve’s mom and dad. So, now that you’ve been introduced to everyone, enjoy the pictures!
The Week leading up to Christmas:
Steve putting the finishing touches on Gabby’s gift
Gabby putting up her new ornament from Grammy.
Steve chose the ornament from Disney’s Prep and Landing – his favorite Christmas cartoon this year.
Jack’s new ornament was Piglet to remember how little he was this year.
Decorating our Christmas Cream Cheese Icebox cookies. Yum.
Making Christmas Eve brunch under Cara and Kyle’s watchful eye
Making apple pie with Grammy and Grandma
Grammpy was a horsey all week
Dad with his 3 girls
Reading with Grandma
Steve helping me make dough for 6 pizzas for Holly’s Birthday Dinner
The family playing cards while we made dinner
Holly’s birthday is Christmas Day but we always celebrate on Christmas Eve.
Happy Birthday, Holly! I made her an ice cream cake and it was goo-ood!
Our attempts at a Christmas PJs in front of the tree picture
Our Christmas Eve Devotion
Reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
Jack had to spend some time in the corner on Christmas Eve. I just think he looks so cute in the corner. But that’s not why he was there.
The week after Christmas
Grandma babysat the kids so we could go to a movie. Thank you, Grandma!
New Year’s Eve:
Whew! Happy New Year and hopefully I’ll be back, soon!
Until then, You’re all caught up!