I love pictures. I’ll often find myself just staring at the screen saver on our laptop as the pictures scroll by. These two blasts from the pasts crack me up every time they pop onto the screen. They were taken on two totally different occasions, thought it appears my son was approximately the same age in both. It also appears that his red striped shirt was his bully apparel. Does he not look like the kid who would steal your lunch on the playground?

Sometimes I watch my husband as he fathers my kids and he just takes my breath away.  I love the way he can explain to my son in terms he can understand how just about anything under the sun works. I love the way he pulls the kids aside and talks to them about respecting their momma. I love when he takes one of them with him to church when he has deacon duty so they can have some special one on one time while he unlocks the church classrooms.

After kissing my kids goodnight, singing them their lullaby, and closing the door, one of my favorite parts of the day is listening to my kids talk and giggle as they drift off into dreamland. Having them so close together truly has been a blessing in so many ways. However, I have felt really guilty during the summers when I seemed to always have an infant in my arms and thus, my poor boy did not learn to swim.

Last week at church they gave an advertisement for our upcoming Vacation Bible School. I was a few minutes late so I missed the announcement. When I sat down my son said, “I do not want to go to VBS this year!” I couldn’t figure out why. My son said, “It’s not going to be anything like last year… it’s an adventure camp.” Figuring he must have been intimidated by the adjectives they used to describe it, I told him it is going to be really fun.

I had a dream last night that I accidentally opened the envelope and found out we were having a girl. If your wondering how one can accidentally open the envelope, it’s actually not to hard to do b/c yesterday I was cleaning out some papers to be filed and saw a sealed blank envelope and thought, “What is that?” Thankfully, before opening it, I saw the name of the sonogram office in the corner and realized what it was.

For the past 3 years the kids and I have gone to a local strawberry farm to pick our own berries. It is a tradition I cherish.  We are suburbanites. We don’t even really garden. But, I love for my children to get some real life farm experiences. I love for them to walk down the rows upon rows of plants. This year my son really went to town.

In an attempt to make oral reading more fun, I gave my son the option of picking any location in our house to do his reading time.  He chose my closet. Would not have been my first choice, but no worries, to the closet we went… I brought a pillow for me to sit on as the floor isn’t so comfy for this 9 mth pregnant momma. My son looked at me and said, “Hey, how come you aren’t sharing that pillow with me?

By the third time around, one would think that a gal would have the whole labor thing down pat. One would think…. About a week or so before my due date, I started having contractions…nothing super painful, but enough to make we wonder, “What if this ends up being it?” This time around the van was vacuumed well in advance, so no early morning trips to the gas station for Scott to clean the car before heading to the doctors.

We had really good intentions, I swear. We got the envelope in the mail and when it came, I remember Scott perusing it and saying, “We must mail this in soon. We can’t forget to do this.” And so I did what I do with all of our important papers and I put it on the counter so I wouldn’t lose it and so I’d know right where they were.

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