Sunday, April 29, 2012

Worth Remembering

How anytime we tell the boys were going somewhere as a family, they ask if Grace can come too despite our tireless efforts to convince them that she is indeed another member of our family and goes wherever we go.
Judah's sweet voice saying, "Baby Braces!" or "I hode it!" whenever he wants to see or hold Gracie.
The way everyone scatters to look for Judah if he disappears or is too quiet because he's often trying to, "hode it" on his own. 
Abe softly singing Jesus Love Me or Do Everything Without Complaining whenever he finds her alone in her bouncer or doing tummy time on the floor {which is a rarity if Ju is up and about!}
How Grace looks at Ben whenever he holds her. Kindred hearts, those two.
Every diaper change, these three little boys, rumps in the air and faces to the ground, all clamoring for their sister's attention. 


Friday, April 27, 2012

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Our Girl

Grace Ruth Ann Sloan
April 18, 2012 at 5:46am 
7 lbs. 3 oz, 19 inches long
Our plate is full but so are our hearts. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Little PINK Me Up

The bags are packed and the piggies are polished in a very tongue-in-cheek shade of hopeful. Come on baby!

Monday, April 9, 2012

Friday, April 6, 2012

Cousin Time

A.B. is in Chama with Grandpa for the week and Ben is feeling the pinch. He's even been sleeping with his brother's blanket! So what happens when part 1 of 2 is feeling a little down about his playmate situation? Why a cousin sleepover at Mimi's, of course!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Jumping Back In

Ah, this blog.

It blesses me as much as it makes me a little cuckoo. 

The other night, in a brief moment of pregnant passion, I declared to Jer that I was taking it down. "I just can't keep up!" I lamented. "It haunts me when there are big breaks! That's all there seems to be lately-BIG breaks!" 

Then I went back and looked through the archives. I read through my thoughts on bedrest and early motherhood, and looked at my babies eating fudgesicles on the patio in their diapers. I watched slideshows of holidays and birthdays. I read comments from family and friends.

And then I cried about how happy to have such a keepsake and vowed to keep chugging. 

Hello, hormones!  

So in an attempt to just jump back in...
We are in full spring-swing around here. The Deuce have been thoroughly enjoying the great outdoors and as a result I have been fiendishly googling things like, "How to remove tree sap from hair?" {Can you say lighter fluid?} and "Diseases that mice carry?" {More about that little gem another day!} Truly though, our 75+ weather and lack of snow has done wondrous things for this brood of boys. And their bath water proves it. Most nights, the tub requires a full drain and then another rinse and drain. But they sleep goooood!

In true baby-due-anyday fashion, we've also started yet another project. A HUGE one, at that. 

Decorating the nursery? I think not.  Too practical!

Nope! In place of preparing a cozy, nurturing room for our wee one to occupy, we've decided to landscape half an acre!

I just keep telling myself it will help with the mud. And give the boys a place to play that's not 10 feet up in a Juniper tree or halfway up the mountain.

It's just eye-twitching proportion. Like, we have a Bobcat permanently parked in our yard, eye-twitching proportion.

And it makes the dirt fly. 

And the dirt goes everywhere.


Which has caused Jer to fiendishly google things like, "Mountain ground cover" and "Southwest wildflower mix"  because we're both over the top with being able to write our names on the coffee table at the end of the day. 

But we're soooooo excited to see it done! And to have some grass to let the babies play in come summer. 

And just in case things weren't lively enough, our Judah Boy has decided diapers are a thing of the past. Seriously, this boy is so desperate to do all things big-boy, he is self potty-training. 

That's right. I said it. 

SELF potty training. 

As in, "I need to go pee-pee" takes off his diaper, sits down, and goes. 

No stickers. 

No doll that wets.

No excited momma potty dance.

No big boy undies displayed as trophies as a reward for dry pants. 

Just him and the potty chair and the resolve to do it. 

36 1/2 weeks pregnant and I have no other choice than to underwear his chubster bottom and let him fly.  

I have no words.