Here are some of our adventures in pictures. My husband turned 32. Since I had a new baby, I planned out birthday valentine week ahead of time. The kids wrote out all their valentines before the baby was born, and I bought pie for my husband, and bought all the presents before the baby.
(Want to hear the story of the princess cowboy boots? Last year she fell on a trampoline and wouldn't walk. She told us her friend stepped on her soul. We eventually figured out what that meant, but I can't remember. We had already been to a few months earlier for when she fell down the stairs and wouldn't walk. And inbetween both adventures she fell on a playground and broke her arm. I couldn't bare to take her back if it wasn't actually broken. So we called up a friend who is a doctor, before he would be home from work we had time to kill, so we took all the kids to Kohls to look for shoes for my husband. On our way, I realized if she found shoes she liked she would either be cured or know she really needed to see the doctor. She found this princess cowboy boots which were about three sizes too big in the clearance section. Instantly she was up running and jumping around. When we took them off she instantly couldn't walk again. Our friend said she was fine, and she only wore these boots for a week. They are the miracle boots.)
Oh I should also mention that since he is growing his eyes are rapidly getting worse, so he just got new glasses 6 months after the last set. The first was brown, then the next pair blue, now he is on red. One eye is two clicks worse, and the other three, that was the official report from the dr.
my daughter only has 8 more weeks of pre-k. I can't believe she has gone and done it, she grew up on me. She has been in preschool classes since her second birthday (three and half years), and now she is almost done. I can't believe she'll be in kindergarten in the fall. (My oldest only had one year of preschool, which will probably also be the same with his little brothers.) And today is exactly two months since I've had my baby. His colic crying peaked at 5 weeks, thankfully its not as bad, and he is a better sleeper. Unfortunately he has ton of blow outs. He is looking big and not a newborn anymore.
I would hope life would calm down, but I don't think it will. Brent is about to start traveling for work again. Plus soon he is going backpacking (sort of). Overall I tell him I'm the best wife ever (for letting him be gone so much). During the summer we'll need to do swim lessons, we are going to visit grammy and grandpa, while Brent and I going to El Salvador, for our 10th wedding anniversary. (Which isn't until December, but we decided it would be easier to take the baby the younger he is. Yes, I'm taking the baby, I'm barely able to leave the toddler. My husband said we could take him since I was sad about leaving him, since he's not two until august. My reply was heck no I don't want to take the toddler, even though I'm sad.) Then once my toddler turns two we'll need to potty train, and we'll be busy with school again.
I got to go fold laundry, I have so much laundry!
And prepare 72 hour kits, and a lesson on them, fire season is almost upon us. I'm praying it snows through June, like the first year we moved here.