My baby brother (who is literally a foot taller than me) and his wifey and baby moved to Stanford!!! And our parents drove the moving van out and made a weekend of it! It was over Labor Day weekend and it was so fun to all be together. We took it easy most of the weekend but on Monday we decided to head to the water for some wholesome recreational activity.
I will cherish this picture of my dad and I forever because it perfectly depicts my adorable mother’s lack of technological knowledge with her finger covering half the picture. If you know my mom, you know why this picture is special to me, hahaha.
My precious little babe with my worthy little husband.
Me and my mumsie. Yes, we are twins.
It’ll be a sad day when these two decide lip kisses for brothers are grody. For now, give me all the lip kissing baby brothers!!!!
So posey, hahaha.
John got a nice little leg workout it.
My mom and dad, still in love like newlyweds after 37 years of marriage. #goals, literally.
I am so grateful for my incredible angel parents and they way they raised me. I truly had such a magical childhood. Their teachings have given me more confidence as a mother and in raising boys than I ever would have had otherwise. They are the salt of the earth and some of God’s greatests. Miss them every day but so grateful to live in such an alluring place! #comevacationinthebay
Still love him! And in other news: he turned ONE in August! He still seems so Tiny to me, which is such a gift. He’s squishy and snuggly and giggly, especially at bedtime. We are starting to ween him off nursing and he has taken to the bottle pretty seamlessly. This means John gets to put him down to bed now and it is so special for them! They have fun together. Gugs doesn’t have any teeth yet but has been teething up a storm the last few days and it has been miserable. He whimpers all night long, it breaks my heart. He’s getting into copying sounds and trying to say the words we say. Our latest trick is copying evil laughs, it is a hoot! Little evil Auggie, there is nothing better. He also stops and twerks the second he hears a beat, no matter what he is doing (read: nursing.). He’ll just look off into the distance like a hunting dog and drop it like it’s hot. He also loves to bark at birds. Because that’s just what ya do when you see a bird, obviously. His hair is getting longer and curlier but is reading more like Doc Brown than curly q, and we love him even more for that.
Oh, Choo Choo, my precious little sociopath! He can make threats and sass so cute and funny, but don’t tell him I told you that. Really, though, he takes bossiness to a whole new level. And then just as equally, he will melt you to goop with his sweetness and compliments and thoughtfulness. He’s kind beyond his years and also villainous beyond his years, hahahaha. He keeps us on our toes and we are so obsessed with him! He’s learning and growing so much and has some of the most fun quirks of any almost-three year old you could meet. He loves to keep chewed up food in his mouth for hours, he sings to Auggie in the sweetest, highest little voice any time he thinks Auggie is in distress, he sasses me with violent threats if he doesn’t get his way (he’s started to pull back, though, and say, “Mom, I won’t punch you. I’ll hug you.”), and one of the first things he asks whenever we get in the car is, “Mom? Will you turn on some rock and roll?”
James is at an amazing stage. He’s at school every day and is absolutely loving it. Every day on the way home he’ll exclaim, “That was the best day of my life!” It is such confirmation that turning our plans upside down to let him stay at this school and in this school district was the right choice. He is such a grateful, tender little soul. He always thinks of ways he can try to make me happy, even if he’d rather not do them (like eat specific foods—he’ll choke it down without complaint and then tell me later he did it for me!). He loves to wear his dad’s t-shirts to bed every night (I swear I used to do that like yesterday!), loves on his brothers all the time (almost too fiercely at times–he has cute aggression and can get a little too squeezy with things he thinks are adorable). He loved watching the Olympics in July and would watch events in his sports jersey. After flipping through a few of the events over the course of about an hour, he exclaimed, “I love the olympics! It’s all about sports!” It was like a light went on, haha. He loves to learn and loves to play so hard and always calls for “family hugs” and always talks about Jesus and things of eternal significance. He really is as amazing as he sounds!!
School has started and we are adjusting to the new schedule. James has fallen asleep the last few days after getting home from school because it’s non-stop fun all morning for him at Young Fives. We miss him each day, but to say he loves it would be a gross understatement.
Which leads me to my next point… you may know that we are currently staying with family until our place becomes vacated at the end of September. Or, so the plan went. There are a lot of things coming to our attention recently that may turn all of our plans upside down in order to keep James at his current school on and the education timeline we feel is best for him (he has a summer birthday and we want him to start kindergarten next year instead of right now…hence, young fives.) Things just seem to be a lot more difficult here than they would be in Utah. I don’t need to go into detail, but as I am advocating for my child I am feeling more stress and anxiety and crying more about the future than ever before. It is so difficult for me to be in a situation where other variables that shouldn’t feel entitled to butt in on my parenting are practically forcing me to do things against my will for my son.
And I know people think, “It’s just kindergarten, are you seriously kidding me right now? Who cares if he goes now or next year?” Well, we do. And at this point, with the information we have, we feel like it’s worth throwing all of our current plans into the wind and completely pivoting in a different direction. It’ll mean a higher rent for a smaller place that we haven’t even found yet, it’ll mean leaving our ward (church congregation) and starting out fresh in a new one, it might even mean I have to find some sort of real job. But I feel like our babies are at a stage now where we can’t just drag them around where we want to go, we have to start making big decisions (like where to live) based on their needs and best interests. This is the most adult I have ever felt, and I am flipping terrified. I’m having a hard time deciphering between divine impressions (which I fully believe in and rely upon) and what I want (and may be blinded by) and keep going back and forth with pros and cons that don’t seem to be making a case for either side. This all means I am not sleeping at night, am breaking out and getting a tad chubbier than I was last month. All to be stuck in the same place without knowing which direction is forward. I just need to remember that what’s most important is who I get to take with me wherever we end up. We can do hard things together. We can live anywhere as long as we are all under the same roof. As long as we are together, we can make anything work as long as we work.