...in my case anyway. Or can I blame another thing on gestation and the black hole of parenthood?
It has snowed and has been 70 and back to 40. I'm ready to like it here again.
The hens have given up their winter laying strike and once again we have fresh beauts to devour.
I turned 28 (what's with the late 20s feeling so weiiiiird?) and got really sick in the reverse order.
I entered the final stretch and hit 32 weeks in this pregnancy. I'm still in disbelief we are having a fourth child.
Calvin turned into our very own family pet parrot repeating everything anyone says at any given time of any day. When he is not repeating, he is whining something intelligible, when he is not doing that he is taking 3 hour naps in the middle of the day. Hair still red, temperament matches.
Lena turned 6 and can like....read stuff now.
We thought about moving into a larger home to accommodate our expanding family needs then we stopped thinking about it. Then we started thinking about it again and now we're back to not thinking about it.
Simon discovered Indiana Jones and the Indiana Jones Lego x-box game and I am too embarrassed to admit how good he is at it.
We took a road trip to Virginia and North Carolina.
We had Easter with the Vaisey cousins and survived a long 13 hour drive home with a red headed whiny pet parrot in the back middle car seat.
I instagramed most of it. I blogged none of it.
I'm not sure I'm ready to recommit to regularity so while I put a pin in it
here is the overload: