Cool brave boy and a sick girl

This last week was kinda a rough one, mentally and emotionally.  It was one of those weeks where you just hate life.  I know that I've got blessings.  I've made a list of 26 of them in a notebook I have with me most days so I can go back and meditate on them when I get discouraged.  The problem was, I didn't wanna look at them.  I didn't wanna pray and release my funk.  I didn't want to read scripture, letting God's healing salve wash over the prickles in my soul.  I just wanted to pout.  Be angry because life is unfair.  Feel entitled to my unhappiness because nothing in life is like I wanted (or planned- which I know- God laughs at) and no body ever asked me if this path was okay with me. 

I know.  I was no better than my three year old.

When at church on Saturday night Matt's lesson reminded me of the truth. That when I sit under the grace of Jesus I have complete freedom and can let it all go.  He has it all.  ALL.  When I don't give everything to Him, the weight of it all will crush me.  It was a lesson I will need to go back and listen to from time to time. 

Oh, and that Mother's Day shirt the kids made me? (no segue.  sorry.)

I've totally already rocked it.  I'm so cool.  I would totally claim the whole corner of the cool market, but I think another little boy already beat me there.

Gah.  Does it get ANY better than that?!  That little boy is killing me lately.  He's getting so grown up, coming out of his shell, and doing things I would have said before he'd never do.  Like?  Climbing.

This is the boy who NEVER climbed as a baby.  Ever.  I never had to worry about him if I stepped out of a room for a minute.  I used ottomans as baby gates because he wouldn't climb over them into the next room, but the dog and I could get over them with ease.  And now he's on top of play houses  and in bounce houses.  Yes, I said bounce house.

That was at Claire and Ryan's birthday party Saturday morning.  Sara was so shocked that he was in there she even came over to comment on it.  So, now he is watching movies and jumping around.  How brave is he?! (I know, that sounds really odd, but come on.  Let's give him some credit. I mean, the last two years at this party he looked like this.  And this.)

And someone wants to keep pace with him.

(Dakota was taking her picture too)

Yep, I'm the mom that let her 11 month old into the bounce house.  But in my defense, there was only a couple of other (small) kids in there, and I made sure they didn't jump close to her.  She LOVED it!

The party and church were Saturday, so Sunday we just took it easy. "Slept" in (that's in quotes because the day really started at 5:30.  Luke woke up to potty and tried to get in bed with me, then Evan woke up to eat so I sent him back to his own room, by the time she finished nursing he was back up, and the rest was history), played, went for a walk, let Luke run in the sprinklers.

I don't know why that kid wouldn't take his clothes off, I kept asking him if he wanted to and it was always NOOO! but he made sure to pee on the back fence three times in 45 minutes.  Whatever, dude. 

It's a good thing we took it easy Sunday morning because by Sunday afternoon Evan girl came down with a mad fever.

Baby girl was wiped out.  It took every bit of energy she had to sit up before she just thunked back against me breathing hard.  By 6:30 I was a little desperate for food, not knowing how to fix/get/feed dinner to the big one while being trapped under the sleeping little one.  Thankfully Cody had seen that Luke had called him earlier, called me back and brought us hamburgers for dinner.  Afterwards he took Luke to the park while I bathed and nursed Evan and got her in bed.  I was glad for my big boy, he had a hard time with not getting any attention while I had to deal with the sick one.  Before the fever hit hard, I did manage to get a picture of her modeling the newest little dress I made.

It's the second one I've done, and I'm still not thrilled with the pattern.  It's says it's sized 6-12 months, but it was so gigantic I had to take it in several times, which means it's now lined up funny.  And we all know that girl ain't know petite thang. 

And because this isn't long enough or have enough pictures.......

(Have I mentioned how she's obsessed with the train table? And how her playing with it is the bane of Luke's existence?  Oi.  It's not pleasant.)

It's the Converse shoes that Ashley bought her when she was born.  LOVE!