I mentioned the other day that Laela’s first birthday is coming up, and I have to say, I have some mixed emotions!! I’m sure some of you remember how Laela’s labor and delivery went, and it really shook me up! I sought counselling not long after her birth and while I haven’t been back in a while, I still struggle with her story. It doesn’t plague me the way it did, and I don’t carry the same guilt, but I still cry when I think about it. I’ll recap it on her actual birth date, but I’m just curious about how I’ll feel on that exact day. I’m already sort of talking myself down, and making the decision to focus on Laela’s existence here in our family, and how thrilled we are to have her, rather than almost grieve the way she came. What a day that was.

Anyway, this afternoon, I spent a bit of time reading a few old posts around her birth. If I can be so bold, I’d like to pat myself on the back a bit! Laela was nine days overdue, and in my posts over those nine days, I was quite positive and less of a whiner than I thought I had been. I really, really hope I can have that same attitude this time around. I have some nerve wracking decisions to make about this babys birth, considering how Laela was born, and I hate having that responsibility. I am already praying to God that baby Jim starts coming naturally, relatively close to my due date. Then I’ll have considerably fewer decisions to make. I hope I can come to terms with whatever we decide and carry a similar peace to the one I had with Laela. I could really feel people’s prayers around me last time, as I struggled with anxiety through the entire pregnancy, and the last week or so felt like the calmest time. God is good, and I appreciated all the care from everyone.

So. The day is coming. Her birthday is on Tuesday, and unfortunately, the forecast is for unfriendly, rainy weather. Brady took the day off, and we’re really hoping to go to the zoo for the morning, so I’m hoping that the forecast is wrong, like it so often is, and that the sun comes out and shines on all the animals! Can’t wait for this little girl to reach such an exciting milestone!

Brady and I never thought we’d be strict schedulers when it came to the kids. I have no issue with late nights once in a while! I figured we’d all figure each other out. However, our kids are schedulers. I’m not sure who to blame that on just yet, but they depend on that schedule. So their bedtime was always 8:00pm. For quite a while, we’d have the “Oh, they’re so happy still, let’s wait until 8:15” nights, but wow, would we pay for those!! We quickly learned that we needed to stick to our time. In the last couple of months, our kids have changed the schedule again.

7:30pm is now bedtime. As in Laela starts her last bottle around 7:10pm so its for sure done by 7:30. Then diapers, kisses, prayers, and bed. If I can be completely honest, I HATE early bedtime. Sometimes its great, but its really been the first big moment where I’ve seen how parents do miss out on certain things. We have to leave early, we can’t do fun spontaneous evening city trips, and things like that. Its different for us. We like spontaneity.

But today. Today felt like the day that would never end. The whining would never end. Today is a day I am elated that our kids go to bed early. I love them something fierce, but when one is whining so hard that he bowls the other over, or one cries non-stop until the other starts up, and these things go on all day, it is a day that I’m happy ends at 7:30pm.

Guess what! 7:30 has come and gone!!! Our house is an unbelievable 27C, so the windows are open, fans are blowing, and the bath is running. I’m looking forward to a bit of quiet coming up right away here.

Zen. Very zen.

My mom is finally home (YAY!) and to celebrate that, I left her to babysit my kid, haha! Ok, I’m not a mean person. Dekker adores her, and she offered, so I took her up on it, dropped Dekker off this morning, and Laela and I were off to the races. Or just to try and accomplish a few things.

We certainly didn’t accomplish everything, but the fact is that I tire out quicker when I’m pregnant, and when no one has carts!! My one complaint of today is those ridiculous Target carts. I know you guys know what I’m talking about. If you drive them through an entrance to or from Target, the wheels lock up in an effort to prevent theft, apparently. So instead, those of us who need to walk through a mall with a baby in a cart can’t find ONE STUPID CART that isn’t all locked up. Its sooo frustrating, and I only had a double stroller with me, which was overkill.

We filled up at Costco before stopping at our Gap Outlet and buying Laela some new sweats and a new hoodie. She is suddenly growing like a weed and all of her pants are too shorts, including her comfy pants. After that, we ran into Michaels for some food coloring and their selection sucked, so we left empty handed. I skipped Walmart, figuring we’d get there on our way out of the city.

We did Circle Mall afterwards. We visited Jerilee at work, and checked The Childrens Place for sunglasses for Laela. But they’re gone, since its September and apparently no one wears sunglasses in fall (?) We accomplished Dollarama next, for some wrapping stuff and party hats. But carrying two bags of purchases, my big purse, Laela, and a large jug of vinegar up the ramp, through the food court, and out to the car just about broke me. I really earned my chiropractic appointment! We did that next, and I just had so little left.

We did Superstore after that, and I opted for a cart for Laela, even though I just needed a few things. I grabbed stuff for Laelas cake and bought her a pair of jeans. I’m not sure they’ll work, but she’s in between sizes and we’ve got to start somewhere I guess. They didn’t have her size in jeggings again so that didn’t happen, but maybe sometime this week we’ll check the other Superstore.

I was so pooped after that I decided to skip Walmart and the few other places I had to hit. Plus I really wanted to visit with my mom! Laela slept the whole drive to my parents place, and unfortunately, forfeited her afternoon nap. But the pro to that was that she rested her head on her grandma for the first time in a long time while us ladies caught up. Dekker slept all afternoon.

When the boys arrived at the end of the day, we had pork chops, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob for supper. It was all completely delicious, and Laela couldn’t get enough of those potatoes into her mouth at once. Happy, yummy kids.

Now, they’re all tucked in and tuckered out, and I want a bath and a snack. I’m thinking just a big bowl of strawberries. Wouldn’t that be super delicious? Yes. Yes it would be.

*Side note. Laela turns one in less than a week!!!!!!! Aaaaahhh!

You know the days where it feels like the world around you is crumbling? I don’t even necessarily mean just with me, but it seemed like everyone around me had an awful day. Everyone is struggling with something. Here’s a rough list. Name-free. Sorry if you find who you think is yourself and feel weird. Hope this isn’t overstepping…

Nightmares about a parent dying.

Son in surgery.

Marriage fell apart.

Baby in NICU.

Can’t get pregnant.

Bullied at work.

Under appreciated.

Micromanaged.

Lonely.

At home these days, I’m struggling with feeling like I have lost control of things I have to do. My house neeeeeds to be painted while I can still open windows, and I am 99% sure that it won’t happen. That, and the fact that I have both racid reflux and braxton hicks contractions, yet I can’t feel the little life inside of me move yet. How fair is that?!?! I know, its still early, and I know that every pregnancy is different, but the usual thinking is that everything happens faster with each consecutive pregnancy. I felt Laela around 16 weeks, and I’m about 17.5 now. I know its early. I didn’t feel Dekker until 19 weeks. But c’mon, relate to me already. There is a certain comfort that comes from feeling your baby move. I just want that.

SO! Since I’ve whined now for the first chunk of this post, I will now record the positives about today 🙂

I AM pregnant, whether I feel movement or not, and I without rubbing it in anyones face AT ALL, I am completely thrilled to be carrying my third child 😀

When Laela has a rough time going to bed like tonight, she gets all sweaty, which smells amazing, and she gets all rosy in her cheeks and her hair curls like mad, and she is just unbelievably gorgeous.

Dekker is a HUGE help these days, and even offered Laela toys like his Duplo and firetrucks. He didn’t get upset at all when she found his cool new birthday monster trucks either. Every time he walks past her, even if he’s on a mission totally separate from her, he always just gently touches her head as he goes by. I love that.

My mom is home, finally!! We’re gonna date tomorrow. Well, she’s actually going to hang out with Dekker a bit while I run errands, and then we’re gonna chat. I missed her sooo much these last two weeks!

We picked the very last of our corn crop tonight, and I have to say, what a beautiful crop its been! Some of the yummiest corn I’ve ever eaten 🙂 Success, finally!

When Brady was getting Laela’s bottle filled today, she got really loud and excited and started saying “babababa.” Thats kind of a big deal around here!!

I fished the Hot Wheels car out of the air duct before it disappeared forever. Thank God for my Pringle-can-worthy wrists.

I have lots and lots to be thankful for. Sometimes its just important to list. In my opinion, anyway. Today was really a good day. I hope my heavy-hearted friends can find some “glass half full” aspects of the day as well. At the very least, know I was aching for you today, and praying that you would all be able to keep your heads up.

I spent the day with the ever-lovely Jerilee. I feel like it happens so rarely, and I LOVE those times that we get to hang out for the whole day! She is one of the few people in the world that Dekker adores from the moment she arrives. He knows her. Laela is pretty friendly, but she hangs back and takes her time observing a person before she feels free to roam around again. Yet today, she couldn’t keep her hands off of Aunty Jerry. Jerilee would sit on the floor and Laela would come up to her, stand beside her, and either just lean comfortably against her, or giggle and throw herself into Jerilee’s lap. Over and over and over again. It was lovely to see her warm up and be so close and handsy so fast.

We caught up and chatted work, friends, future dreams, etc. for most of the day, and then watched an episode or two of The Office while the kids napped. Brady came home early in the afternoon, as his finishing package didn’t arrive on time, and his work day was cut short. So we joined the fun with The Office, and then made us stroganoff for supper, which is always super delicious.

We all sat around comfortably upstairs until the kids went to bed. We sat in the living room, drank coffee, and chatted until Laela just lost it and burst out crying from her room. She was already struggling a bit to fall asleep, but upon going to rescue her, she had started to cry a bit of a pain cry 🙁 Teeth maybe? We gave her some Tylenol and sat her with us for a bit. She can drink from a sippy cup now, so she sat and sipped some water and got her stuff together before we put her back down. She’s quite a bit calmer now. Poor munchkin. Even while sipping her water and shrucking away, she was generous with her smiles and even did her cute little party tricks for her adoring audience. Just wait til you guys see her tricks. They’re ridiculously adorable.

Jerilee is on her way home now, and the bath is running. I’m feeling nice and comfy and hopefully dozy. These crazy nights of dreaming are unnerving and not very restful, but hopefully I’ll get it together sooner than later.

Brady lead music at church this morning. Since the schedule has changed from summer hours to the hours that include Sunday School, practice has to be even earlier. I knew the kids would struggle with that, so being that we lead two weeks ago already, I decided to lurk at my parents place during church with the kids. That way, I didn’t have to force breakfast down their throats way earlier than they usually eat, and they weren’t expected to sit quietly through the service when they were more tired than usual. And frankly, I was so whooped, and appreciated the break. I think most people who have been pregnant can relate to the crazy hormone-induced nightmares that I’ve been having, and that makes for an incredibly restless night. Also, I’m no longer nauseous at all, so I’m trying to stop taking my barfy meds before bed, but they have a fabulous drowsy effect that helps ensure me a bit of a better night and an easier time falling back to sleep after pee breaks. So its been a week or so of adjusting to that.

Anyway, this morning, the kids and I ate breakfast at my parents and watched a chick flick while Brady and my dad were in church. My mom has been off on a bit of a retreat of sorts, and will return this week. Can’t wait to see her!! When the boys arrived home, we had pizza and chips for lunch before hauling the kids home. We shrieked our way through the Pitch Perfect soundtrack the whole drive home in order to keep our kids awake. Dekker found it entertaining but Laela couldn’t have cared less, and slept most of the way home. However, we were thrilled when they both went down for a nap.

We were less thrilled when they wouldn’t stop napping and we actually had to wake them for supper. Sleeping kids are good, but waking a sleeping kid sucks. So Dekker was a bear for the brief period of time that they were awake. Laela had red eyes but was a bit of a better sport. Of course, she woke up a bit thanks to her nighttime bottle, but I don’t think it’ll take too long before they fall back to sleep.

Brady and I are both fairly wiped out as well, and are looking forward to zoning out in the tub with a snack and a show. We don’t watch tv in the tub very often anymore, but treat ourselves to it on weekends. Plus, we had big chunky salads for supper, which was delicious, but I think has also earned us a delicious dessert of some kind. If anyone wants to add to the “Hailey is addicted to Wonka Nerds Fund,” please do, as I continually forget to buy more and crave them every day. I suppose we’ll have to settle for something else. Perhaps chocolate chip cookies and strawberries…

Today was a really good day. I slept in a little bit and we had pancakes for lunch. We did a bit of laundry and the kids played well. Brady bathed them and they went down for a nap just before 1:30pm. It was an incredibly smooth day.

So, apparently we felt like poking the bear, and we decided to spend the evening in the city, running errands. I’m not sure if I’ve talked in detail about this before, but Brady and I made a conscious decision a while back to give Dekker a break from crowds and places we knew made him nervous. I fully believe that kids need to learn, even if they need to be uncomfortable sometimes, so we pushed him on things like that for a good long while, but his volume only went up, and his level of panic escalated with eat outing. So we stopped. I didn’t go anywhere without leaving him with my mom, or taking someone with me to sit in the van with him. I’ve worried that I sound like I don’t like him, or don’t want to deal with him. That is absolutely not the case. We weighed our options and just felt led to give him that rest. For a few months, he wasn’t put in any group situation, minus church. And today, we had plans to go to a number of places.

So when the littles woke up, we got them all excited with the promise of a trip and french fries. We all got put together and ready, and guys, they are just he cutest little things.

I almost didn’t dress them so cute, since they attract enough attention as it is, and today was going to be something of a “first day back” experience. But they’re adorable no matter what, so we went with it.

We started at Walmart. Did you know Walmart carts aren’t made for two little kids to sit in? Only one. That is Dekkers safe spot. Always. But Laela isn’t in a bucket anymore, and the reality is she needs to sit in there. Dekker was a bit put off to begin with, and asked to sit, but we said we’d hold hands instead. So we all held hands in a row, which was cute. We had no real deadline, so we doddled to the back and found Laela some new socks, as hers are super tiny now. Dekker diligently took them from me and put them in the cart. From then on, he helped. He pushed the cart (as much as he could) and he participated in picking things. He even chose Laela a pair of shoes off of a shelf and put them in the cart. Unfortunately, she doesn’t need size eight shoes anytime soon, but they were cute, so it counts. We purchased the seventh season of Big Bang Theory, as well as Little Rascals, which was only $5. Aaand we got his Halloween costume! So it was a big win. We lined up in the express line, and as soon as there were people in front of and behind us, he got a bit twitchy. He started to get nervous, and asked to be held. I got down on the ground with him and we talked about waiting in the line, like everyone else, and when the line was all done, we were going to go out for supper. This would sooth him for a solid ten seconds before he’d ask again. So it became more of a mantra. After the twentieth time of comforting him, the girl behind us piped up with “You guys are so cute.” I thanked her, and explained that he is usually pretty scared of new people, and we were making a point to keep him calm and encouraged. She was really great and understanding, and gave Dekker some space while engaging Laela. Laela kind of just started her down, but as the kind stranger pointed out herself, the lip ring and long blue hair often got her the same reaction. We visited the rest of the time we were in line, and Dekker was totally calm! From there, we went to buy our stuff, and I’ll admit, my breath caught in my throat as the cashier ran through our two bags of apples and said “Oh boy, you must really like apples, huh?” to Dekker. He backed up a bit and leaned into Bradys leg, but didn’t even make his whiny “warning sound.” I bent down a bit and asked him if he liked apples, and he put on his beautiful, charmer smile and said “yaaaaa…” I was so thrilled!!! Right then and there, I praised him up and told him he did sooo well being friendly. “Thanks!” he said. He seemed pretty pleased with himself. On the way out, he grabbed both my and Bradys hands, and shouted “Run run run!” We raced out to the van, got inside, and peeled out of the parking lot, as Dekker was more than ready for fries.

Before fries, however, I stopped off at a house to pick up new iPhone cases for Brady and I off of a kijiji deal. They are Lifeproof, but are definite knock-offs. I’m personally not put off by that though. The real ones are super expensive, and while these ones are a bit less durable than those ones, they’re still better than a basic plastic case that cracks when dropped on carpet. Our kids don’t play with our phones either, so the risk is minimal. I got a pink one and Brady got blue. They’re cute.

We went for supper afterwards. We all had our long-anticipated fries, and the rest of our meals. Dekker has only recently discovered ketchup. I’ve never had an issue with him having dip, but he’s never needed it. He finally asked to taste it the other day, and he likes it. So he was thrilled that they had ketchup at the restaurant. He ate more than his share of fries, and Laela enjoyed some as well. Once we were getting to the end of the food, Jerilee got off work, and I convinced her to come visit us before going home. I ordered us a communal ice cream to eat while we waited. And I have to say, that did the trick. Dekker was a riot after that. I’m confident the sugar played a huge role, but he was officially brave. He would wander from the table, make eye contact with strangers, talk out loud, play games, and likely, be that kid in the restaurant that people roll their eyes at and say “Why don’t parents control their kids?” I was sooo happy he was happy! And no, he wasn’t bouncing off the walls or disturbing people. Otherwise yes, we would have calmed him down. We’re not animals. But he was so happy his Auntie Jerry was there, and that he could tell her stories about his day. He had such a good day, and was eager to share.

We made one more stop before we left, and it was totally fruitless. I just ran in, and ran out empty handed. Unimportant. We drove home after that, and Dekker requested some music. He played with the toy from his kids meal and listened to some Pitch Perfect while Laela dozed beside him. When we got home, I went to get him from his spot. He came out of the van and I just went down on my knees and hugged him. I told him how proud I was of how friendly he had been to everyone, and how patient he was when he was waiting for his food. He had just been a really fun person to hang out with that day. He gave me a long hug and a big kiss. We looked at the stars a little bit together before he said “Ready to have a diaper change and a sleep” and headed for the house. Unbelievable.

We timed everything a little bit badly, getting home so late, so we tucked Dekker in before feeding Laela some milk. She sucked it back and was more than ready to go to sleep. She was SUCH a little peach this evening as well, not once making a fuss or a scene. Just being the cute little eye candy in her hoodie and pink pants. The only noise she made was a slightly screechy “Mamamama!” when she wanted another taste of ice cream. I loved that.

So again, I say, today was pretty wonderful. I’m not saying I’m ready to take the kids out on errands myself just yet, since this was our first successful outing in a very, very long time, but this gives me hope. Hope that we’ll be able to go again, just me and the kids. I love those kids!

If you haven’t figured it out yet, my son is a cautious one. He is incredibly sensitive, and comes by it honestly. If you haven’t figured me out yet, I am also hyper sensitive. Ask my siblings. They’ll vouch.

Today, Grandma Willa came over for the morning to play with the kids while I got my kitchen cleaned up and kept the kids alive. Dekker knows her well and doesn’t play strange or anything, which is always a treat. Laela, who is a bit hesitant of new people, went right to her, and even did her little party tricks to show off. It was a fun household.

Over lunch, there was a fly buzzing around the table, and Dekker was super unimpressed. I know, I know, it sounds like a tiny thing. But he gets really worked up about it. He gets all squirmy in his chair and won’t eat anything as long as he can see it landed somewhere. It kept landing on the table, and walking in his general direction, and he was getting worked up. I’ve showed him multiple times how to shoo it away, but he’s always just gotten more upset. However, somehow, Grandma Willa had the magic words today. By the end of lunch, he was waving his hands around, shooing away bugs that weren’t there, as if it were a game. A very good game.

While the kids napped and Brady drove home, I lay in bed and rested. Eventually the kids woke up and Brady went to retrieve them. Dekker often comes into our room and cuddles with me in the bed a bit. But I like having the fan on, and Dekker adamantly does not. He asks sooo politely for us to turn it off, but the fan is nice, and we know it isn’t a threatening thing. So today, I said that I reeeaaally wanted to see him, so maybe he could just run run run reeeaaally fast past it and come over anyway. He immediately lit up and raced over. We celebrated with lots of high fives at going past the fan all by himself!! How big and brave is he?! We sat in bed together, visiting and playing toys. And all of a sudden, the fly was around him. Around his face. He made a whiny sound, but just briefly. I watched him freeze, saw the wheels in his head turning, and he reached out those beautiful, smooth little arms and waved them around. He giggled, and looked over at me to make sure I was watching. I celebrated like crazy, and called Brady in to show him, so Dekker felt super accomplished, which he definitely did. He actually got upset moments later because the bug flew away. “See another bug, please?” I couldn’t resist laughing. He got bored of being bug-free, so he left the bed, walked hesitantly towards the fan, then smiled and raced past it! Outside of our room, I heard him tell Brady “Dekker run past fan by his self!”

So, I know these are small victories, and you may very well laugh at me in your mind, but please show support instead! The fact that he didn’t just break down and kick his feet is a really big deal. He is learning, and its sooo wonderful to see the transformations!

I know I brag on here a lot about my wonderful kids, but I just have to do it a little bit more!! One cutesy story for each and I’ll be done.

Dekker first. We were watching some tv this morning, and an ad came on that Dekker hates. Its an ad for a shoe website, and in the commercial, a man is in a dark place, talking to a camera, telling men not to let their women find out about this website because they’ll be overrun with shoes. Whatever. Its pretty lame, but its spooky for Dekker, I think, with the dark and the man with the crazy eyes, and the staticky picture. He doesn’t like it. He used to scream when it came on. Since then I’ve made it into a big joke while it plays. Not that his fear is a joke, but I make sure he knows its about shoes and its sooo funny. So lately, he’s opted to come sit with me and simply look away until its over. This morning, when it came on, he came and climbed up onto the recliner with me and lay his head on my chest. Instead of sitting beside me, he was turned into my completely. We were a mess of sweat pants and soft skin. His soft hair tickled my chest, and I kissed his forehead until the ad was over. He wasn’t quick to move once it was, and we just sat completely cuddled into each other. Very quietly, in his perfect little Dekker-voice, he said “Dekker and mommy are soup snakes.” Now, no one who hasn’t seen The Office (American version) would understand this, but it was a slip of the tongue once when a man was trying to say “soul mates.” I just melted. I am more than happy to be soup snakes with Dekker for the rest of our lives. It was sooo comfy and soft and cuddly, and as most parents know, those moments become fewer and farther between as the years go by.

We had pancakes for supper, which both kids were thrilled about. Laela is getting really good at eating solid food as it is, but she certainly had no complaints with yummy (and easy to eat) pancakes. If I took too long to give her a bite, she’s screech “mumumumum!” She was full of smiles and, honestly, seemed totally amped on all the sugar that came with supper. After supper, we cleared the table and she sat in her high chair for a minute or two before she kind of lost it and just burst out crying. I was a whole two steps away from her, but I made a beeline for her and scooped her up. As soon as I had her, she lay her head on my shoulder and just stayed put. Brady talked to her a little bit, and she gave some pretty little smiles, but was just at such peace cuddling with me.

I found a great comfort in my kids today. I know some parents require that from their kids in a way that I find almost unhealthy. I know I’m here to raise my kids and to support them and comfort them, but inadvertently, I found such solace in them today. In between what sounds like Laela’s first words “Oooooh baby” (not even kidding!) and Dekker being an absolute riot at bedtime, giggling and cuddling and being totally pleasant, I am feeling rich in love.

Now that the littles are tucked in and quiet, I can now enjoy some time with the love of my life that is my husband. I am sooo wonderfully overcome by my family today. I love this bunch, and can’t believe that we’re growing!!

Do you know that feeling that you get when you dream so much that it feels like you got no rest whatsoever? Crappy, hey? I slept great last night, but around 6:00am, Brady accidentally dropped a full travel mug on our hard kitchen floor. I jolted awake and went to check out the situation. Luckily, nothing had spilled (thank you, Contigo) but it sure woke me with a start. Good news for me was I successfully fell back to sleep in decent time, but I dreamed a lot, and felt waaay more groggy than usual when I woke up. I was going to make this whole post about that dream, since it involved me, Jerilee, a double wedding, and lots and lots of nervous diarrhea, but I figured no one wanted to actually hear about that. So, anyway, that was the case, and I was pretty much a zombie upon waking up.

Elvira left for home this morning, so my groggy self somehow found my way into the kitchen to turn on the Keurig and feed my children. The Keurig side of our water cooler quit last night, which was a total bummer, so Brady had brought up our old countertop machine to use this morning. Good thing we didn’t chuck that! Of course, when I actually tried to make a coffee, it sat and grunted and groaned but didn’t brew. This was the whole reason we got the water cooler with the Keurig side!!! Luckily, I jimmied the little machine back to life and was able to make coffee for both myself and my mother in law. We drank coffee and ate cereal (fancy, I know) before Elvira gave hugs to the kidlets and myself, and headed out on the road. I’m glad she could come before *shudder* the snow flies.

Quick fun fact! After Elvira left, I went to make Laela a bottle using our water dispenser and discovered that it wasn’t just the Keurig that wasn’t working, but the hot water all together! I told Brady, he reset a little switch, and we’re back in business 🙂 I win! Me so handy.

The kids and I went downstairs to play and, in all honesty, all three of us were just wiped for some reason. Maybe they lulled earlier this morning too with the travel mug crash, but they looked just finished, and it wasn’t even lunch time. So we turned on the tv and were lazy buttheads all day. It was great. We had apples and party mix for lunch, and everyone went down for their nap a half hour early. It was a nice, low key, accomplished not a blessed thing kind of day.

Brady finished work at a good time, ran a few errands, and came home with a pumpkin spice latte for me. Something thats a bummer for me is that coffee gives me a bit of a tummy ache when I’m pregnant :/ However, those things are worth a bit of that! We drank our coffees and watched some Netflix until the kids woke up, and then we all had supper together.

The kids are now tucked away, the bath is run, and I’m looking forward to relaxing and hopefully falling asleep earlier than usual. I’ve been so wide awake these last couple of nights, but I feel tired now, and I hope it carries over.