favorite morgy moments.

I know kids are just funny people, period.

 But this boy... his personality is so over-the-top hilarious. The quotes I want to share don't completely do him justice. You have to see him doing his funny little dances (all the time!) around the house- no music necessary. You have to see the looks he gives us (especially Aunt Jaclyn for some reason) during mealtimes. You have to hear the way he talks to Pearl, trying to mimic the way I talk to Pearl. You have to see him wrestle with Josh- the way the boy full on flings himself on him, no fear involved. The way he puts anything and everything on his head because he thinks it's funny- food, bins, boxes, blankets. The head thing has been a favorite gig of his since he was a year or so.

Anyways the talking thing is the greatest. Some favorite things he's said:

-pointing to a little statue we have up high on a shelf of Jesus praying, "Jesus climbed up there!"

-looking at the noisy pigs outside, "mommy, the pigs are burping! *grunt* Morgan's burping too!"

-to Aunt Jaclyn "Jacky, are you Jack-in-the-box?"

-when he had a diaper rash last week he kept saying "my poor little bum!"

-he was eating lunch and he closed his eyes and said "dear Heavenly Father." I asked if he was praying and he said "no, I'm trying to poop." 

-when Pearl was eating some snacks and she finished them, he noticed and said, wagging his finger at her "I'll go get you some more ok? I'll be right back!" And he climbs on the shelf in the kitchen to get her more. 

- when it's nap time or bed time and he says, "I'm too tired to go to bed!"

I'm sure I'll think of more after I post this. But that's all for now. Bedtime for this girl. 

sunshine.

Temperatures are reaching 50 degrees these days, and I am so, so ready for this thing called Spring. Enjoyed some sunshine with the kiddies today. I can't help but share some pics of my lovelies.

 

getting out of the house.

My littles had just recovered from a round of croup when the stomach flu hit Morgan, then me, then Josh. And we just had it a few weeks ago! Ugh. This winter has been tough.

But we're juuust about recovered. And we HAD to get out of the house today. We hadn't gotten out all week. It had been pretty nice out while we've been cooped up. So we made big plans today since we're feeling a little better: The park, lunch, and grocery store. Those are what "big plans" mean at this point in my life... I've embraced it. We had a blast!

The weather actually turned out to be super cold today, but we still bundled up and went out. Lucky for us it was Aunt Jaclyn's day off so she could hang with us. We are such luckies. 

This day was well documented. Here's the proof. Josh was the main photographer so sorry you don't get to see much of him.

Um, one more disclaimer. I have no idea how to arrange a lot of pictures on here in a aesthetically pleasing manner. I get so frustrated. Someone (Erika?) help me. 

Note to self- don't go out in public again until I get my hair done. My bangs are gross! And my color? Let's not even go there. I feel like my hair takes a year to recover from having a baby. Is that normal? Anyways, so why am I posting this? Because I want to show Pearl when she's a teenager that we used to hang out all the time and she liked it. *Longest caption ever*

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Can you see Morgy?

just slipped on the snow... not super happy about it

checking the damages 

happy lady

ready for lunch

she loves the cart. like, spazzing out with excitement the whole time.

lets pretend taking pictures at the store in normal.

I love hanging out with these guys!

I've for real been wanting to blog more. There's so much to say about life!
But... kiddies keep me busy. Real busy.

Anywho, I wanted to share this tiny little story with you. And write it down for my own sake, so I remember it. I never want to forget the power of prayer. It's for real you guys.

So, about three days ago, I started to have a horrible feeling in my tummy. The one that never leaves, it just lessens when you take your mind off of it, but gets worse when you actually think about what's making you feel that way. It was because I had realized I had no idea where my (brand new, cost of one of my hubby's paychecks) camera was. NO IDEA. I swear, I ALWAYS put it on my little kitchen desk. There really wasn't a lot of places to look- our abode is not large. Telling Josh was the worst.

 "Um... I can't find my camera."
"What? The one we spent $X on?."
"Yup."
Pained look. "I don't want to hear that."
"And I don't want to say it... but it's true"

Yuck. I know the man will always love me no matter what, but it's the worst to disappoint someone, isn't it? I do want to add that he went on to say that we could save up and buy another one. Can you believe the guy? He knows how much I loved the camera. He's just the best.

 I became convinced that Morgan did something to it. I would ask him, "where's mommy's camera?" Hoping he would walk me there and say "riiiight here", like he does with other things. No dice. Just blank stares.
I still thought Morgan putting it somewhere crazy was my best bet. I kept thinking about the garbage. Maybe he put it in there and I somehow didn't see it. So, last night (I don't know why I waited until night- more dramatic I guess...) I armed myself with plastic gloves (thanks nurse Jaclyn!) and a sweet knife and flashlight (thanks Joshiebear) and headed out. Sifted through all our nastiness. Not my finest moment... probs in the top ten lowest.

It wasn't in there... that was my last resort!

I came inside and felt pretty hopeless.
I DID know one thing I hadn't tried. Because I'm an idiot like that. I went into our bedroom prayed my little heart out. Praying is so good.
I felt at peace for the first time in three days. I ended it and knew I just had to do my part and keep looking. I sifted through the clothes in the laundry basket. Then I randomly looked in this cardboard box Josh had up high on his closet shelf. There.it.was. One of the most joyous reunions of my life!
Then it came back to me- being in our bedroom with Morgan and he was being so wild, I wanted it to be up high where he could never reach it. First it was joy, then it was "why am I SO dumb?! Why did I forget that?!", then joy again. We'll focus on the joy. I DO worry about myself though. Forget prego brain, mama brain is so much worse! For me at least.
Anyways, I'm just feeling so grateful.

Hello again, lovely.