Dreams

The longer I ignore this blog the more guilt I feel for slacking on it. So I shall just wash my hands of such nonsensical guilt and embrace my desire to record the little things that I would like to remember about this magically exhausting period of life.

I'm 22 weeks (give or take a few days) pregnant with baby #4. It feels so weird. 4? I'm sorry, have I already grown and birthed 3 other children? Crazy. 4 feels like such an adult number. Like I've arrived at some milestone of motherhood with my 4th. I have to say that it has been different than the first 3. People assume I'll be done after this one so much more than anyone did with the others. It is the first time I've wondered if we could be done after this one- I don't think we are, but you never know. We had our 20 week ultrasound today. The placenta for my other 3 pregnancies was located on the front so I didn't feel them for so long. Sometime in the late 20s (weeks) did I feel them for real. With this one the placenta is on the back and I've felt so much more movement. Seeing the baby move on the ultrasound and feeling it move at the same time was novel for me, and wonderful. This babe was totally wiggling its fingers a ton and I could feel it. It explained those tiny movements that I was feeling that Brian can never feel when I grab his hand and press it to my tummy. We did not find out what we're having. There was a moment or two where I wanted to find out, but then I just decided to let the surprise come. I've gone back and forth with whether or not I think it's a boy or a girl. I was convinced it was a boy at first, but now I don't know.

My other littles are rapidly aging without my being able to do a dang thing about it. I want them to be able to read over my words at some future date and know how much I love them at this very moment. How much they teach me and how much I hope to help them shape their lives into something great. Something worth paying attention to. Something worthy of the dreams that they have for themselves right now. This desire that I have for them has really made me reevaluate my own dreams. What is it that I want to make of myself? Who do I want to be when all is said and done? I guess I'm still figuring that out, but as I help them discover the greatness in themselves I know that I am in good company--so dream on my beautiful little people. Dream on and dream BIG!

Making a comeback...

...ok people, I totally feel like making this blog function again. I love taking the time to document our lives in one place, so here's to a fresh start!!

Quick catch up: We moved. Within Highlands Ranch still, but the disorganization in my house is a little bit driving me nutty.

Isaak started kindergarten and I'm ok with because it's only 3 hours a day, but next year I may start foaming from the mouth due to Isaak withdrawls!

Kaebri started a little ballet class today and it was the CUTEST thing I've ever witnessed. Seriously delicious to watch!

Demetri is a SCREAMER!!! I.hate.it. He apparently really enjoys it though. Ugh

Ok, pictures another day, but hopefully we're back!!

Buddies

There are days where I just feel like I suck as a mom lately...actually a lot lately. I'm certain a lot of it has to do with the never ending tendonitis that I've had in my ankles/feet for the past 5 months. I totally get grumpy when I don't exercise. Grrr. Anyway, it gets me into a downward spiral of being grumpy to my kids and then feeling worse about it blah blah blah.  I have recently potty trained Kaebri, I'm sure that that has a TON to do with it as well. I am definitely not my best self when I'm potty training. Whatever, the deed is done. She's not perfect, but pretty good. I was in one of these poisonous moods yesterday. After Isaak's soccer game we came home and Kaebri sat down on the couch with my nook. Isaak quickly took off his cleats and shinguards and hopped into the spot right next to her and snuggled into her shoulder. She just leaned right back into him. I was totally anticipating some sort of distress on her part because of it. Nothing. They just sat there reading books for about 30 min or so. I love these kids....

Just one more...

picture from our shoot. I LOVE these kids!!!! I could sit and stare at this smile of Demetri all day long. SOOO blessed!!!!

Family pics

 So my wonderful friend Gina took family pictures for us yesterday! It is getting harder to get all the kids to look at the camera at the same time and smile well at the same time. Not just smile, but have a nice smile, not some crazy cheesy, or plastered smile....but we got some good shots anyway!

Firsts..

Isaak started Preschool on Sept 5. I agonized over whether or not to put him in, but ultimately I decided to do it. Can't they just be carefree littles for a while longer? I never went to preschool and I feel pretty confident in my education....blah blah blah. He really does LOVE it.

Kaebri was heartbroken when we dropped him off the first day. We walked him to the door and then got back in the car and Kaebri got into her carseat and said, "Mommy, where Igik?" I told her we would come and get him in a little while and she just cried. Poor girl. He really is her best friend. It's so endearing to see how much she loves him.

Isaak got a new hat and backpack for school, so we got one for her as well, to try to ease the transition of some time without Isaak during the week.

Most days I can't get her to take it off

And of course Meech gets in on the hat action.

 Isaak also started playing soccer. I don't know who's been more excited about it- me or him. Ok, maybe I do know....but I know he is enjoying too ;)

Kaebri was also heartbroken when we explained that she didn't get to play in the game with him...

Oh the life of a two year old. Filled with so many extreme ups and downs. If only my downs could be cheered up just by someone offering me some goldfish crackers.

Cannibal

I would totally eat my children if I were a reptile. Not out of annoyance, or protection, but out of pure love. I mean seriously. There is nothing more delicious than the legs on my baby boy...

Almost 8 months old. I.am.obsessed!!!

I've decided that he needs to only wear onesies from now on so that everyone can admire those trunks. Brian said it may not be cute anymore when he's 30. You never know... :)