Could Be the Last... or Not

This past Sunday as the kids were brushing their teeth before church, it dawned on me that this could be the last time we are getting ready for church with just three kids.  I thought of how easy it was.  Layla and Julius dressed themselves and Nate got Gunnar changed.  The next time we go to church we might be juggling the newness of a nursing infant.....or not.  I might still be pregnant this Sunday.  Only time will tell!

Cuddles with Daddy

Waking up from nap time is always a bit easier when you can cuddle with daddy for a bit.

Stand together please

The kids wore their new outfits Sunday from my aunt and uncle and I wanted to get a picture of the kids for them to see.  Let's just say I couldn't get the perfect shot, but at least they will be able to see the cute outfits.  Gunnar really didn't want to pose for the pictures.

18 Week Belly Pic

So I had really great intentions of taking a picture yesterday in a very cute polka dot maternity dress that I wore to church.  But, after getting home I quickly put on my pajamas (because that's what I do on Sunday afternoons, lol!) and then remembered that I needed a new belly pic.  So, instead of looking all snazzy in a nice dress, you get to see me in my sloppy jammies!  Oh well, maybe next time!  I am still managing to keep ahead of the game with my weight!  I am at 20 pounds gained and only 18 weeks pregnant!  Oh boy!  Every pregnancy I tell myself that I will not gain so much weight, but I think I am beginning to come to terms with the fact that I just naturally get huge when I am preggo.  I have really cut back on desserts this time around and I feel like I am not eating that much more than I eat when I am not pregnant, and still the numbers are flying upward!  Must be the way I am designed, lol!

A Generation Later

It has taken some time, but yesterday, Layla finally agreed to wear this suit to church. It was mine and my mother saved it all these years. As you can see, it was a bit small, but at least she wore it and we got a picture of her in it. I'll have to ask my mom to dig out the pictures of me in this suit.


If you look closely you can see the egg on Julius' forehead. After the church potluck yesterday, he was racing a tractor around the church basement and crashed right into a coat rack, snapping a hard plastic piece from off the bottom. His nose bled some, but his hard head apparently took most of the blow. After a few minutes of crying, he was back to playing. It was a good lesson to watch where you are going!

Gunnar was just a bit jealous that Layla and Julius were getting their pictures taken and wanted in on the action, too!

I have more pictures from the month of September to post, so hopefully I will get around to it this week.