My kids are memorizing “April Rain Song” by Langstone Hughes. They don’t really know that they are memorizing it because I am tricking them. My favorite part of the day is when they yell, “and I love the rain!” at me.
Weekends are great! Last night we had a party for my brother, Dan, and his new fiance Amy. We are so happy that he finally found a wonderful person. I just hope I didn’t reveal too much of my brother’s past to his future in-laws. They looked a little shocked when I said, “Remember when you got that cat high?” Actually, my mom looked a little shocked too. Hmmmmm… I thought she knew about that one. My brothers were both wild at one time. But they are both “real” men now, and I am both humbled and honored to call them my brothers.
(pic by Paul)
Now the thing I am looking forward to most this summer besides the birth of Baby #2 on June 23! is going to Dan and Amy’s wedding on July 18th! with a three week old in tow. I love weddings. Plus Kyle, Anna, Wes and Landen HAVE to come to the wedding so it’s going to be a great, big party.
Let’s back up a bit to something I didn’t have time to blog about last weekend. It was Paul and I’s first weekend away since Eli came. We aren’t much for overnight trips that don’t involve a tent. We are cheap and I would much rather sleep in my own bed. We decided to take a trip because we know that when Baby #2 arrives we won’t be going anywhere alone for a long time. We went up to Mt. Ranier to go snowshoeing for 2 days. We really wore ourselves out but it was wonderful. We felt like God was really smiling down on us. I don’t think I saw one cloud the entire time!
There’s my mountain man. This is at Paradise the first day.
Probably not the best place to be walking. We were given bad directions.
That’s 18 weeks to you! It will be the last time I go snowshoeing this winter because it will be the last time my snowclothes will fit. I’m trying to win a contest. Hopefully, we will find out the sex of our baby on Feb. 5th.
Elias is sitting on my lap right now with a slimy “na-na” (banana) and a slimy face. He’s sick. And he just slimed ME. He went poop in the potty this week. We weren’t really intending to potty train yet, but he is ready. He’s forcing us. Could it be possible that he would be out of diapers by the time #2 arrives? It’s too wonderful for me to think about.
On tap this weekend: Gramy and Pop pop and and Rebecca from PDX come for the afternoon, church business meeting and potluck and Eli’s slime covering most of the house and our clothes. Have a happy Saturday.