My last moments as a mother of 1. I had lots of Braxton Hicks all day and went for an evening walk in hopes that things would get started.
While I lay on the couch recovering from the hemorrhage Tim "Walked a Mile in Her Shoes."
Remembered 16 years of life missing my Dad. We have decided to celebrate all we have accomplished and the good in our lives. Too many tears have been shed to spend any more time doing that. With all that had happened it was a good reminder to slow down and be grateful for what you have. Love you Dad! Normally I order in some food but because ward members brought us supper I opted to celebrate with a caramel apple.
We continued to try and spend every day outside. It is the place where Jack and I are the happiest. Hopefully Phoebe loves being outside as much as we do because she doesn't have much of a choice.
I really want to potty train Jack but he won't even put underwear on. We tried to talk him into it by putting Phoebe in a pair. We even gave him a kinder egg one night but he promptly took them off after he got the egg.
Jack still won't eat fruit but he will eat packages of ketchup...
Tim is currently serving as as Young Men's president. That means bedtime and Sunday mornings are a little more difficult. I am slowly finding my groove with both kids. Some days that means we conquer the world and other days that looks like Paw Patrol on repeat.
This kid. I don't even know where to begin. He can't sleep past 6:00 AM but but can't stay awake 12:30 PM. Frequently I give him a Nutella sandwich and he falls asleep mid bite.
We were too busy chasing sunsets to go to bed. I am going to be really sad when the weather cools off and the snow flies.
Teaching Jack about shadows.
We went to a friends football game. We are fare weather fans. They lost but we had fun cheering.
Playing an intense game of hide and seek.
