I Could Just Cry...

How sweet is this little bundle?

And then, this picture. Oh my gosh. The faces say it all: Kim (Mike's sister and new grandma to baby Jack) so proud, so emotional; and Page, tired but happy.

Merrit looked at this picture and said, "Mom, when babies are born, do they have legs or do they just grow them later like tadpoles?" I cracked up. (You would think he didn't have a baby brother!) After a few probing questions, I realized that he was confused by Jack's swaddling. He's all straightened out now. :)

Baby Jack Is Here!

I just got this email moments ago from Mike's sister, Durenda.:

We have a healthy baby boy!  Haven't seen him yet but just found out he was born 2:30pm, 7lbs 14 oz, 21". They said he's long and skinny! Will send photos as soon as we get to see them!

Since we don't have any baby pics yet, let me just repurpose this ADORABLE photo from Page's blog, taken about a month ago, when they first "went public" with Jack's name.

Welcome (Almost!) to the World of Boys

My niece Page is going to be having her baby sometime today! Her water broke last night and I got a midnight email from her that they were heading into the hospital. (With the time difference, it was 5:00am here and I had gotten up so I got her email, literally, just after she emailed it!) I've been waiting with excitement and anticipation all day. Praying, too, of course.

Page, her sweet hubby Andrew, and baby Jack have been on my mind and in my prayers so much over the last few weeks. I have been thinking about Page being the mom to a newborn baby boy.

Ah, boys. I love being the mom to my two active, energetic boys. It got me thinking, and I started noticing--and taking pictures of--what life with little boys is like.

None of these photos were set-up; I just documented some "vignettes," if you will, from our house these last couple of weeks. Page, this one's for you...Love You Tons!

Cowboy hats and PB&J smears.

Hot Wheels and Thomas the Tank Engine in with the silverware.

Emergency vehicles in my purse.

Itty bitty Legos. Everywhere. This is a worldwide bane of parents' existence.

Action figures mixed in with the toothbrushes. Yeah, that storm trooper is
missing his head.

The cold hard reality of living with three males.

In the FRIDGE. Really?

Stinky sneakers. Like, unbelievably stinky.

If you think your food bill won't go up until they're teenagers, think again.

Speaking of food, we just eat naked around here. Saves on laundry.