So, yes I got my haircut. For those of you who care, here it is. This is how it looks when I do it with the time that I have; this is not how it looked AT ALL when I came home from the salon. But I like it. The point was to make it short enough that I could not put it up in a pony-tail. Because I found myself doing that EVERYDAY. Since I didn't have time to really do my hair, even if I did find time to blow dry and straighten it, I would end up putting it up because when it gets that long it feels really thick at my neck and would bug me. Plus Andres has officially become the hair puller. Every once in awhile he'll even get Addie. She'll be giving him a hug, and then I hear "mama! bebe hai-ah!" and I have to set her free.

So, today is Mother's Day and it wasn't really the greatest. Don't get me wrong - Jason did a great job with breakfast in bed and presents and such. But I was feeling a bit discouraged and down today. Addie has been acting much more like a typical two year old this week and it has been rather eye-opening. I second-guess myself on everything that I do to try to help her and teach her and am constantly wondering if I am messing up and 'ruining' her.

Today in church we had a lesson on prayer, and it was a great lesson and I made a connection actually in the middle of making my own comment (side note: as I was making said comment, I was standing in the back holding Andres and as I was speaking he spit up all down himself, my skirt and landed, luckily, on the blanket in his carseat). I realized that because these wonderful kids are always around me, they're a constant reminder to me that I have no idea what I'm doing and that I can't do this on my own. Which is why I constantly have a prayer in my heart that I won't do something stupid; that I'll know how to handle whatever comes my way.

It's not that I know feel like I know what I'm doing, but I know that I love these kids a whole lot and that all I can do is my best and rely on the Lord. And I know He won't let me ruin them.