A quick status report for you

My son is growing into a little boy. He is taller and faster and more clever than ever. He is independent and silly and has a vocabulary that is daily expanding. He makes me smile and he makes me laugh. He makes me thankful for all I have every single day.

My husband is still the best husband in the whole world. He is fun and talented and super handy. He works long and hard and takes care of me. He is sweet and smart and kind to everyone. And I think he is even more handsome now than ever before (if that is possible).

As for me, well, I'm tired and hungry and sometimes moody. I'm hot one minute and then freezing cold the next. I'm getting... rounder... fuller... softer... all over. It might sound bad, but it's really quite wonderful. Wonderful because it all means that I am pregnant.

Five months pregnant, actually. Soon enough we'll be welcoming the newest addition to our family, a little baby girl. And we can't wait to finally have her here!

I like Mondays

I have long wished for flowering fruit trees that would give beauty and shade to our backyard, and tonight my darling husband has made that wish come true. Tonight for Family Home Evening our little family planted apple trees and peach trees right outside my bedroom window. I know this is a little pre-mature, but I'm already thinking of that first harvest. And I'm thinking of homemade apple pies and fresh peach cobblers. Mmmm... dreamy.

And now, two little things that made me smile tonight.

I sent this picture to my mother via text along with a message that said...

Me: He is having a lot of fun at family night tonight.
My Mom: I love it.
Me: Auden did too. Until Elvis got in there and cornered him and then tried to hump him. : /
My Mom: Well I don't think I would like that.

Elvis can be so gross.

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When my sexy husband started swinging a heavy pick over his shoulders and above his head and then into the ground I told him his clothes were slowing him down and that I thought he could probably go even faster if he did it without his shirt on. He laughed at me and then politely declined. So instead I just pretended that he was doing it without his shirt on. Almost as good.