LUVING MY FAMILY

Tyler, Zach and Alexis right before we left for church. She loved church so much she had her first blowout, clear up to her hair.....and you'd think after 2 other kids I'd remember to pack extra clothes in the diaper bag....nope!! Our pretty little 3 week old. Her cheeks are getting chubbier and cuter by the day!
I tried all day to get a picture of her smiling, but every time she would grin I'd be a second too late.....this was as close as I got.
The last couple of days I've caught her holding her binky. I finally got the proof...what a smart little girl!!

I can't believe that Alexis is already 3 weeks old. I swore when I was pregnant that I couldn't make it one more week, I was so ready to be done. And here it is 3 weeks later already. The time is already going by so fast. I really have been trying to enjoy every moment that I have with her because I know that time doesn't slow down. Even doing that it is still blowing by me. Having the boys running circles around me all day long might have something to do with it. And as much as I have been a big fan of spud harvest break since I was a little kid, I think I've decided after the last 10 days that kindergartners probably would be better off at school (at least their moms might be better off). The kids have had a blast being at home, running wild, disappearing while I nurse the baby, slashing our couch/end tables/entertainment center with a utility knife, playing in the mud and snow, riding around the farm with their dad, drawing on our dining room table with a sharpie, learning to change diapers so their wives will appreciate them even more when they have kids of their own, having "sleepovers" almost every night on the bottom bunk because they don't have to get up, making cookies to take to the farm, making cinnamon rolls for the first day of snow.....did I mention I'm kind of tired??? Yes, Tyler slashed our couches, I should take a picture but I still don't know how I feel about it. He wasn't mad, jealous or anything else I can think of. He just saw the knife and thought it might be fun. I'm pretty sure he has decided that it wasn't very fun at all. I don't think it is possible for my head to get any closer to exploding than when I discovered his little art piece. Thank goodness for once in my life I remembered to excercise some self control.....after a little bit of yelling. I just keep reminding myself that our furniture is just "things" and that I am thankful for the real "things" that I have. I do love my family so much, even my crazy, independent little boys. I have been reminded of how much I love being a mom and how important my role is to my family. I know I still don't have enough patience, and I realize that might not ever change...and that's ok. What I get to wake up to every morning is a blessing. I'm thankful for a husband that is not afraid to work hard to support our family, that is still so helpful when he is home, that he honors his priesthood and sets such a good example for his boys to follow. I'm thankful that now I have a little girl that I can set an example for, that she may grow up to be a good mother some day too. I've got my work cut out for me, but I'm grateful for the extra responsibility. I know this is a loooong post, but I have been filled with the knowledge of the blessings I've been given, and since this is the closest thing I have to a journal this is where it goes.