Pregnancy is a patience builder. Every child I carry makes me more grateful and in awe of my own mother. This week I have entered the ready-to-do-anything-to-make-this-baby-come stage. I have mowed the lawn, consumed half a pineapple, eaten a chicken sandwich with spicy sauce, and taken 2 hours of family photos all over a park. Not to mention the two kiddos I follow all day... And all I got was maybe an hour of solid contractions... I just keep telling myself she will come..
I also noticed while writing this post, the more pregnant I get, the less pictures I take. I think it has to do with the fact that I move that much slower now and it is hard enough getting a good picture of crazy children when I am on my A game. Oh well.
My handsome boys. I took family pictures for a YW fundraiser and after tried to take a picture of my own kids. THEY WILL NOT LOOK AT ME!!! They are looking behind me at a good friend who took pity on me and helped me at least put smiles on their faces.
These four fill my life with so much happiness and so many memories! So grateful for our framily!
He is that cool. Note that his face is clean. This is not a normal occurrence these days!
Tate was ready for surgery. We went to a big brother class at the hospital. Tate was the right age for it; Ian was grateful there was a cookie involved. The kiddos got to learn about babies and tour where Emily would be born. The nurse even let them play with the bed buttons. I don't think he will ever be a doctor, but he sure enjoyed playing with his surgeon outfit. The mask later was useful as a hat, a car carrier, and a slingshot.
They learned the diapering skill in class and each had a buddy to practice on. I think they will be sticking to diapering their stuffed animals for a while before they get to attempt the real thing.
I love the moments when my boys discover new things together. This weeks discovery was that if you turn a car on its side, it becomes a cave/jungle gym/bed and a lot more fun than actually utilizing the cars wheels! I think my imagination got squashed out of me at some point, but I am grateful my kids have such good ones, I think it came from their dad.
