It's about time!

Well, that little white blob in the middle of the black spot is baby number four! It has a good strong heartbeat and will be joining us around October 25th. We are very excited for this little one! It took us a year exactly to get pregnant and we are grateful it has finally decided it was time to make an appearance. I'm feeling all sorts of crappy with the usual food aversions to EVERYTHING and headaches like crazy, but even though being sick stinks, it's a good sign for the pregnancy. Hopefully it only lasts a few more weeks and then we'll be on to bigger and better things! Like actually getting the house clean instead of vegging on the couch wishing I could just go to sleep for the next month and wake up when it was over...=)

Randomness

 Sleepy, sleepy Indie...I swear he does take a nap in his crib most days.

 This is the progress of Annicka's nose getting better. I gave myself a black eye when I was about her age and I remember my dad taking me into the bathroom every morning to look in the mirror to see what colors my eye was that morning. So I thought it would be fun to document the changes in her eye too.

And my sweet Park.

Another reminder...

of how quickly life can change. Last night I got a call from my sister Julie who is an ER nurse. My best friend from my growing up years, Leah, had come into her Emergency Room. She and her husband had been in a car accident. Leah was going to be fine, she had a few broken bones and some good bruises, but her husband Jeff had died on the scene of the wreck. I went to see her at the hospital today, the same hospital that my friend Amber stayed at while in and recovering from her coma. In one instant her whole life changed. Her plans for her life with her husband, completely ripped away. How fragile life is! It reminded me again, of how important our relationships with our families are.When all is said and done, these relationships are all that we have. When I talked to her dad, Bud, he said, "This is something that happens to other people." Isn't it though? We never think these kinds of tragedies will happen to us, only to someone else. Then tragedy strikes shockingly close to home. She is lucky that she and her husband loved each other so much and that she has so many good memories with him. How many of us can say the same? How well do we treat our spouses? Our children? Our families? I think we can all do a little better, myself included. Leah, I am praying for you, praying that you will be able to feel some comfort and peace. And I am hoping that I can be a good friend to you in your time of trial. I love you.

How grateful I am for the Gospel of Jesus Christ! The knowledge I have of the plan of salvation. To know that life doesn't end here and that I will still be able to be with my family when this part of my journey is over. I am grateful for a Savior who weeps when I weep and rejoices when I rejoice! I am grateful for the comfort and strength I can find in Him when I am at my lowest. All I have to do is ask. He is there. I have never seen Him, but I know that He is there because I feel Him, like I feel the warm sun on my face and the wind in my hair. And how I love Him!

Really...Really?

I don't know what it is with boys, but really? This? Let me preface this story...in our house (at least while Scott is not home) we have an open door policy for the bathroom. I just find it easier, Park still needs his bum wiped and I can't hear him yelling with the door closed and I have Indie running amuck if I don't leave the door open for me. On with the story...so Park generally sits down to pee still and this time apparently he had to go so bad that he didn't bother to turn on the light. His friend Jared also decided that he needed to relieve himself at the same time. Nevermind that we now have THREE bathrooms in this house, apparently the only one they are allowed to use is the one in the hall upstairs. New rule I never knew about. So what happens? Park goes in and sits down...Jared comes in right after him and decides he'll try and pee in the toilet too...with the light off! The result? I hear Park yelling, "MOM! Jared peed on me!" I go in and sure enough, Park's back (including his shirt), the back of the toilet and the floor, covered in pee. And Jared? No where to be found. It took me about five minutes to find him hiding in a closet, with an extremely guilty look on his face. I even tried going next door to see if he went home. My favorite part is that Jared tried to claim that he didn't know Park was there. I know the light was off, but really? You peed on his back, not down the front of him. You knew very well that Park was sitting on the toilet. Moral of the story? We need to change our open door policy and make sure that Park remembers to turn the light on next time.