So I'm using my body's signals to tone it down a bit to snuggle and cuddle and absorb these three while they're still my only three.
So picnics are the order of the day.
And loving this little boy who grabs his boots and coat as soon as he sees me getting ready to head outside - even if the girls don't come, I can always count on him to be with me.
And while he is frustrated with how big Mommy's tummy is getting and doesn't seem to comprehend the fact that there's a baby in there, the other two do. Very much.There is much impatience about "When will this baby be here?" and "You better wake me up for the birth, even if you have to take me outside into the cold to get me to wake up!" and "Can I listen to the heartbeat?"
(Can I tell you how much I love having a midwife that comes to my house so that I don't have to haul three kids to a doctor's office?)And my favorite "Can I talk to the baby?"
And I think the feeling's mutual, between the baby and its siblings. This is the first pregnancy where the baby is so crazy active when it hears siblings running and playing - nearly turning somersaults wanting to be with them. This could be interesting.It never ceases to amaze me, this feeling of "I can't imagine my life with another one." changing immediately after the baby arrives to "I can't remember my life without you."






Gray was sure there were some more out there for him.
Then the big kids got a much more challenging hunt.
After dark, the adults had a hunt with flashlights. And kids. The kids were not about to stay in for that much fun.
Matt has a tradition of setting up a treasure hunt every Easter. It gets better each year.
The girls have gotten pretty good at map reading.
And circling trees.
Gray goes straight for the candy hidden at each spot.
"Swing in the hammock" wasn't on the map, but it had to be done.
And then, for his big finale, the treasure - Pillow Pets.
In case you've ever wondered,
The bushes and trees at Hannah's violin teacher's class are screaming into spring almost overnight.
So beautiful.






Partway through the playing, I realized that I was heading the same way with this pregnancy that I did with Ainsley's and if I didn't fix it, I was likely to be handing my husband the camera in the middle of labor and saying "Quick! Get a picture of my tummy while she's still in there!"
Whoa. That's close. Sorry 'bout that.
Dress-up.
I worked in the kitchen a lot.
So did Ainsley.
Found hidden stuff.
We made it through. We'll see what today holds.
This time, she took it to a new level. She drew coloring pictures and had crayons ready in case any kids came to her restaurant. They did, and they appreciated the effort.
She also had puppets ready if coloring bored them.
Ignore his face and shirt mess. He ordered three popsicles. She was a very attentive waitress.
Apparently, she's warning you about what will happen should you order from it.
As you can see, I then ordered a few more spoons. Then I ordered the waitress to sit down and help us finish it.
The stuffed animal bucket.
It's funny how much work kids will do when they're focused on a goal. She and Ains hauled a lot of water to that tub, getting it just the right temperature.
Then she got tired of being the waitress.