9

Well I have survived, we all have.

9 months ago I became the mother of 3.

lets be honest there was doubt.

its been emotional, at times overwhelming, but in the end, wonderful.

its me and the kids, on a short day, 14 hours a day.

dave gets home, we read, and they go to bed.

the 4 of us do EVERYTHING together.

it is kind of awesome.

i have learned i don't NEED me time.

hanging with them is better.

we have a pretty set routine, if it gets thrown off a lot of questions follow.

on sick days we are lazy

on busy days we go non-stop, naps are taken on the go.

it works.

we miss dad, but, weekends are a blast.

its hard for me to believe my baby is 9 months old.

the big kids still adore him 

and he feels the same.

though, the admiration for his big brother is obvious.

he has a thing for cars and mickey mouse

when it comes to strangers, he is picky.

i don't blame him.

i still have to be the one to put him to bed.

church is becoming an event.

the good thing about being in a branch, he is the only baby.

the members swoon instead of getting annoyed.

his eyes are insanely blue.

no photo shop in the picture above, that is the color.

we love that baby.

and those big babies too.

they are great kids, great siblings, and best friends.

everything i wished they would be.

i hope it never changes.

i'm thankful for these 7 months of no "help"

our family is closer than i ever could have imagined.

and i don't think dave or i would have it any other way!