Ah, this little boy makes me laugh! I can always count on him to do or say or something that cracks me up just at the right time. He loves to wear our shoes and parade around the house especially with these new-found “santa boots.” As of late, some of my favorite words of his are ya-hoo, baby edda, and let’s do dis mommy.

Ella is doing a little better today. Dallin is hanging in there–watching a whole new slew of movies that one of our friends brought over. That has been a life saver.
Other than that, I’m trying to hang in there too. I’m so thankful that all of this isn’t throwing me into a post-partum depression because it sure is worthy of it. I’ve been extremely blessed to stay optimistic (most of the time, i still get a bit loopy) and Jeff is doing a TON to help me keep my faculties together.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I can raise Dallin to be like Jeff. I know it has much to do with how his mom nurtured him. I want to be like that for Dallin because I am blessed far beyond words can say.

A mother’s day to remember. Ella is sick with bronchiolitis. Dallin is recovering and going nuts from being sequestered all week. Jeff has early meetings. And I’m still in my p.j.s feeling the less than glorious moments of motherhood and wondering if this is truly what mother’s day is all about. In a way it is because these are the moments that make you wonder if it’s all worth it. And then I’m reassured that it is. I know that it is. Partly because there is a father that makes this mother who I am. He gives them a gift daily by the way that he loves me. He really loves me.
(and he knows my fave flowers 1.gerbera daisies  2.tulips  3.roses in that order)