a stroll in the city before a move to the suburbs

On Memorial Day, we had a new baby and a big move looming only days ahead of us, so being 9 months pregnant on a regularly hot and humid DC day, we did the obvious thing to do—got on the metro and strolled the National Mall with the kiddos.

Jon and I thought it would be fun to take the kids in one last time while it was so close, and they loved it. We hadn't been up close to the monuments for some time, so they were pretty excited about seeing how big they were in person (probably not remembering that they've seen them all before). Although I have to admit...the only monuments we made it to were the Washington and WWII, because it was crazy hot. And I was crazy pregnant. And the kids only wanted to play in the dirt and run around like wild people anyway.

We were actually hoping to catch some Rolling Thunder while we were there (the veteran's motorcycle parade, etc, that happens every Memorial Day weekend), but of course most of the festivities were held on Saturday and Sunday...so we got there just in time for most of the excitement to be over. I think we saw a dozen motorcycles, literally. BIG disappointment for the kids. Pretty pathetic, fruitless, 10-block-walk for the {sweaty} grown-ups. (You can imagine us walking around pushing 2 kids in a stroller with pink faces from the heat, me looking like I could give birth at any moment, and us asking random people, "Are there any motorcycles left? Have you seen any motorcycles around here?" You'd think we would know this by our 7th summer here. Fail!

But as always, the kids seemed to not notice too much that our plans ended up not being plans at all. I'm sure we gave them both a popsicle when we got home and all hard feelings were forgotten. Childhood is blissful like that.

 

 

portraits by Van

 

   

I mean...wow. That's some belly. Straight out. Waaaaaayyyy out. No wonder I could hardly breathe!

 

After the Washington Monument, we were off to the WWII Memorial to get some relief from the sweltering heat. You're totally not supposed to get in the water at all, but everyone still sticks their feet in. Especially on a day like that. Or you could do what Lila did, and just walk on into the water until you fall in face first, about 5 seconds after entering the water. Our kids didn't just wade, they swam. Rule breakers. My only disappointment is that I wasn't taking pictures when it happened, so the glory of the moment will have to live on in our memories. Shame. Seriously, it was awesome.

 

 

She looks sweet, but the Lila's sassy side is pretty evident without looking too hard.

Yes, she's unloading a mouthful of water from her sippy cup right into Van's hair. Not my idea. We specialize in manners and class. Let me know if you ever want any tips. 

 

 I adore this shot.

 A normal day with the crazies.

baby bump #3 {full term!}

Here it comes...ready or not. Baby number three! From what I've heard, we're about to have our world rocked.

I've noticed the things people say to me when they hear we're expecting our third child so close to the first two can sometimes be less than encouraging. It's usually something along the lines of "You'll never leave the house again!," "Three kids takes parenting to a whole different level," "Three was really hard for us,"  "Get ready to be outnumbered!," "You've definitely got your hands full!," or "Oh wow, good luck." I understand why anyone might think like that, because I'm pretty sure I think those things every day all on my own. But wow, hearing it said out loud has a way of making it worse!

One thing I keep hearing that I cling to is people mentioning their third baby being their best baby, or if they were a third child (which I was), remembering that they were their mom's best baby. Crossing. My. Fingers. Let this baby be an angel!!

But something even better has stood out to me above everything else. Shortly after we first announced the pregnancy to everyone, I received an email from one of Jon's sweet aunts, congratulating us and saying exactly what I needed to hear. Here is my favorite part:

"May I just say, I fell in love with motherhood at baby number 3. All of a sudden, I was no longer trying to fit two little people into my life—they WERE my life! And I loved it! Babies number 1 and 2 had each other, and I got to love and enjoy baby number 3 like I had not been able to before."

When I read her kind words of excitement and encouragement, I felt like my fears and worries let out a big internal sigh of relief, and I was reminded what a wonderful thing this is. A growing family, another little life, another beautiful blessing...our third child.

I don't doubt what everyone else says. We are about to have our world rocked. This is probably taking parenting to whole new level. It will be really hard sometimes. Our hands will be completely full. It may take us a LONG TIME to leave the house again. And we will need all the luck we can get. But at the same time, we are being blessed with the opportunity for these little people—all three of them—to BE our life (not just be squeezed into it). And to love it.

Before we welcome this new little life into our family, Jon was awesome enough to know I would want a photoshoot to document our little family now, and that's exactly what he gave me for our anniversary/Mother's Day (which, by the way, were one day apart this year). Turns out a photoshoot of two kids plus a maternity session is no easy feat, and we spent most of the time chasing our wild children around (and let me tell you, they are FAST. And fearless. And they think it's funny.). But you'd never know, because Jon caught everything on camera perfectly! I love how they turned out!! And you can probably tell, because there are a lot...

Here are the end results. A 3.5 year old, a 22-month old, a babe in utero, and a mother of 2.5. (These were taken less than 2 weeks ago, when I was 37 weeks pregnant).

Babes 1 and 2. Van has been obsessed with his Superman costume lately, and we pretty much love it. If he wants to wear it, we are happy to oblige every time! Even if it's on the way to our photoshoot. :)


Fly Super-van!


1. 2. 3. 












Watching airplanes in the sky.


Our kids have dance moves that you should probably be jealous of. Just sayin'.












Love that face of hers!


This lasted 2 seconds, but Jon snagged it!


Baby bump lovin'.




What most of the photo session really looked like. 


This kid can't get enough of jumping and flying.






I love how this captures a hint of the wildness in their eyes. :) This is SO our kids.




Love these two crazy kids!!

fifth anniversary staycation

Five years sounds pretty official. It's kind of a big deal. But it feels more like we blinked and now we just happen to each be five years older. It went. so. fast. Each year has been so exciting, so fun, and so different from what we may have imagined, and we've loved all of it. We can't wait for the next five!

Jon and I wanted to have some fun little getaway to celebrate, but as luck would have it, our 5th anniversary happened to be surrounded by several other things that are also kind of a big deal. Buying our first (town)house, moving out of the only city we've lived in together, and oh yes, becoming a family of five. So we opted for simplicity this year, and our anniversary getaway became a 24-hour staycation. Which was perfect.

No kids (thanks Olivers!), two lovers, and a day in DC to do whatever we want. We took our camera and a massive lens, which made it so fun to see things through a camera again and remember how beautiful everything is.

Here's our day of playing hooky, in photos.


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The Old Post Office. We've always wanted to go since we heard it has the best view of the city from its tower, and now we can finally check it off our list.






We always liked that the tower reminded us of Old Main at Utah State. Go Aggies!


Proof that in the morning, my feet are still looking pretty good. Any day now the swelling will start and never go away until post-baby, so non-puffy feet make me really happy. It would make you happy too if you were me. Believe me.



Going up.



The view.


Not really. You can see past the cables. And it's pretty awesome.




The view of Pennsylvania Ave and the Capitol, and us in the tower.

 


Check out this luxury business building rooftop.




The bump. {37 weeks...full term!}








Eastern Market on a weekday = no market. But we had lunch there anyway!
 

Strolling the Capitol Hill neighborhood.






Catching a Nats game, where we went for one of our first dates. Except they have a new stadium now that's a thousand times better. This place is beautiful, right along the harbor.


I like this guy. A lot.

It wouldn't be a Nats game without the running bobble-head presidents. Love them!


 
 

We had ice cream no less than 3 times that day, a French-sandwich lunch at Eastern Market, dinner from a farmer's market on the street, followed by a long-awaited trip to TangySweet (which lived up to all its recommendations!).

After getting to bed late at home (sans kids) and sleeping in (ahhhh), we finished the staycation off with breakfast at the local diner on Columbia Pike—Bob & Edith's. The food was nothing spectacular, but the crowds did not disappoint. When the man sitting in the booth behind us asked me jokingly if "that thing is full of collards," pointing to my baby belly, I knew our day was complete.




We loved that you can get a Bob & Edith's shirt...but not in a size small.


Happy five fabulous years, to my favorite person on the planet!