Today Easton turns 3 months old. 3 whole months of loving a little sweet pea.
I just love this little man baby!
He looks like his mom, but his personality reminds me of Colin. His dad was seriously the easiest of all the babies. He was always happy, always smiling and just sweet.
Unless he is hungry. In which case he is sad.
Colin sent that photo with a caption “I don’t want to move any more drain pipes dad!” I told Colin to feed him and stop using him as free labor.
Jim is at a water conference this week. He’s in Wichita, which means he gets to see the baby without me. It also means that I am extra thankful for the dogs, because when you live with teenagers, and your husband is gone, the dogs are the only ones who are happy to see you when you come home!
Harper and I were just discussing how quiet the house is when Jim is gone. He always has the tv on, usually has music playing (sometimes in addition to the tv), he constantly has Facebook reels playing and is cackle laughing and sending us texts of things he finds funny. And he usually has some story he needs to tell us. He is a man who people think is shy and quiet. I think he is actually just more reserved and thinks before he speaks. He is definitely not quiet! I do miss him though. I mean I had to take the trash out! I had to air up tires. And I had to go out early and do morning chores, which he has taken over - and I like that!
Plus nobody is here telling us fart stories. I can’t wait to see my boy!
Also, I got this adorable outfit for Easton which sent me down memory lane. Boy clothes are so much cuter than when my boys were little! I remember one Easter trying to find plain shirts for them to wear to Easter mass. No footballs, no dinosaurs. It was impossible. I’m glad things seem better now. Boys deserve cute things too!
Harper had league band today. She had to wear all black. We thought she had it under control until 9:00 last night when we realized her black shirt had some bleach stain on it, and was definitely more gray than black. Mallory was home the last couple of days, not feeling well, but she still drug out a black blouse and saved the day! I was extra thankful because at 9:00 I don’t mind running to Overbrook, but I did not want to run into the city to go clothes shopping. Thanks for saving her a$$ Mallory!
We managed to get Saige enrolled in high school, got league band covered, got medication from the vet for the bottle kids who seem to have scours but no other symptoms, and did not forget trash day. So far, roaring success here. .
































































