We've finished preschool for the year for Everett. And now we've started sports camp, t-ball, and soccer camp. Anything to keep our active boy moving. Deacon will be 2.5 next week and we are having a party for him. Complete with a pinata and cupcakes and pizza. The poor kid gets such a crappy birthday being so close to Christmas, so why not celebrate his life when it's warm and sunny?
Finnley is crawling and standing and eating every Cheeto he can find on the floor. He's such a smart little guy. I mean, seriously, I show him how to do something and then he copies it. And he's so cute and little, like super, 3% on the growth charts, little. I don't care... I think he's awesome.
We have a super fun summer full of lots of fun activities. Trying to stay sane with three really active boys. My husband asks me everyday when we are going to have number 4. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM? This is the first year since 2010 that I haven't been pregnant at some point in a year. EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR.
My poor body needs a break.
We were on a break!!!! (name that show)
And that is all I've got... so here is my obligatory photo dump:
NEVER MIND! Just realized that this is the new computer (the boys broke our old one grrr) And so I have no pictures on here. But this is the newest photo of Finn at 10 months. Because he is the baby and the sweetest and doesn't call me the following:
Gerbil Mama (don't ask)
The other day I said to my husband, There better be a special place in Heaven for moms of all boys.
He said, Isn't just being in Heaven special enough?
Here is the best baby in the whole entire world. Why would I need another.............. ????
LOVE LOVE LOVE HIM!