It must be a nesting thing, but I suddenly had the urge to take all of our photos out of the mis-matched albums and boxes and organize them from the beginning of our dating life to today and put them in all in new, matching albums. Three things I realized while doing this:
1. I've said it before, but the days and weeks seem to drag on sometimes but the years just FLY by. It makes me sad!
2. I am very excited to have another baby, yet very nervous because looking at child #1's pictures from his first two years made me exhausted and reminded me that I had no idea what I was doing and looking at child #2's made me realize that I'll probably not have another baby that is as easy and happy as he was. Fingers crossed. Maybe a mix of both?
3. I'm blessed. My little family is my world and seeing how fast time flies makes me realize {again} that I need to stop sweating the small stuff and ENJOY all the GOOD stuff that comes with being a mom!



Snow Canyon with some of my nieces and nephews who have a little vacation house right by my parents, and my darling cousins' kids.
We stayed at my parents' St. George house in March and the boys loved it, especially the bunk beds. (It was a big blur or morning/night sickness for me - was I really there? Oh yes, their toilets were lovely.)

CJ lost his first tooth by way of our neighbor/dentist. His new tooth came in behind the baby tooth so it wasn't even loose and he was a total champ. My favorite part is that he took his favorite blanket in with him and wasn't embarrassed about it.

I've been craving raspberry-filled donuts but I share.
 Chicken spinach wraps with water bottles, while watching "Arthur."

Finally...

This is how Mac has spent the last several weeks of rainy, windy, cold weather. Just staring out the glass door, depressed. Licking a dish rag with bacon grease on it. Sometimes, since he can open the door by himself, he would slide it open just enough to sit inside with his nose on the other side, getting rained on. Wishing it would all go away.

But today is in the seventies and life is good.

Except pregnancy throwing up is no fun with a cold and sore throat. It feels like I drank some bleach and then swallowed sand on top of it. But sitting outside on the yard swing watching the boys jump on the trampoline made me feel much better.

Mother's Day

Yesterday was such a great day. The boys have been sick so I enjoyed church alone (sad to be without my family, not so sad to miss the five bathroom/drinking fountain/nursery breaks), the talks were so good and I left feeling like a very special mother.
I came home to a buttermilk Texas sheet cake that the boys had baked while I was gone, which we dug into straight out of the pan with forks.
We took the boys to feed the ducks and then I was told to do nothing but lay around and play Scrabble on the iPhone while dinner was prepared.
Chad grilled steaks with my dad's garlic/butter/parsley baste recipe, made the Pioneer Woman's homemade Mac and Cheese (love her cookbook), and grilled asparagus. And CJ served his favorite sparkling cider.
So good, and the great news is that I kept it down!
Then I was told to go lay back down and get back to Scrabble while the dishes were done.
Then CJ wanted to take pictures so here you go. Check out how sad Lucy is that she's not front and center because I'm cuddling my human family members instead of her. She's a piece of work.
I laugh at these pictures because they remind me of what it looks like every time Chad and I start a conversation. The boys and dogs can be doing their own thing, in other parts of the house and as soon as Chad and I start a conversation, their interruption radars go off and all of the sudden they're all over us and we'll end up starting and stopping the same conversation about six times.

I love Sundays because we just chill with the boys all day and yesterday was like a Sunday with a cherry on top. I am blessed, blessed, blessed. And getting fat, fat, fat. :-)