Oh, You Got Swaddled Son!

We got to see Dalin for about 15 minutes, which we loved! Dalin spent a few weeks with his Grandma and Grandpa down in Carlsbad, then he hitched a ride with Dad and Bryce back home. I yearn for time with my family because they mean everything to me. Nothing is more satisfying to me than being around my loved ones.

Dad and Bryce got to stay for a couple days after Mom had to fly back home. When Mom left, I felt soooooo sad, but my sadness was slightly abated by still having my dad and brother there. It's always fun to visit the tide pools, so off we went! Dad looks good holding a purse, right?

XOXOXO. I wish we could see Curren a little better...or at all.

This is our first family photo! My heart swells with love for my family and my blessings. The Lord has given me everything I could have asked for and more. I am absolutely, completely happy with my life and my family. My biggest fear in life is to lose any member of my family. Thankfully, I know we'll be together for eternity.

Eden and Kavella. I love that they are best friends--we are so lucky to live near the Pilkingtons!

One morning, Kavella woke up cheerful (like usual), climbed out of her crib and came out to the living room to greet us. I was lying on the couch with Curren, which is where I had been for the previous 6 hours or so. Kavella came and gave her baby brother a kiss and then gave me a hug and a kiss. Suddenly, a serious look came across her face and she said, pointing to my face, "Oh, somethin's stinky in you Mom!" Yup, she's now old enough to recognize morning breath.

We only color on paper.

Oh, my sweet, darling, beautiful, succulent baby boy! I love him!

Oh, you got swaddled son! (I took that saying from Colleen) It turns out, Curren HATES being swaddled, so there's 25 bucks down the drain.

Yea! The Straws moved down to Huntington! How lucky are we to all live in the same town!?

Aw, my other sweet, darling, gorgeous, kind baby girl! I love her! (I can gush because a) my kids are perfect b) this blog serves the purpose of memorializing our family history and c) I do what I want!)

The first time Kavella saw me nursing Curren, she asked what I was doing and I told her that I was feeding him breakfast. She thought about that for a moment, then quizzically she asked, "Baby brother eat your boobies?" Ha, ha, ha!

Up-the-nose shot!