Okay. I have to start off this post by telling you I'm a total wreck. Like major, total, complete (enter additional synonyms) wreck. I'm 37.5 weeks pregnant. Most of our house is a demolished construction zone. I have a mini-fridge in our bedroom. There are huge unopened boxes of furniture that needs to be assembled sitting in our front room. There are piles of things I have no idea what to do with everywhere I look, because I can't put them in their proper place. The kitchen will be destroyed in the next couple of weeks. I have no idea where anything is. Anything! I've lost my mind. Before you start calling us bad names, I just want you to know we started this whole process before I got pregnant. And before Jason was called as Bishop. We were meeting with the architect for this renovation in January people. January! What is with this all taking so long to get the ball rolling?!? Figuring the plans, hiring a contractor, permits, yada yada yada. Then we found out in March that another baby was on the way, and in May Jason got called as Bishop. I belong in a loony bin. I've been bawling over everything. And Jason usually takes Lucy to school in the morning (first grade) but he's in San Diego today. So I loaded up all the girls and took her over and sat there parked in front of her school watching her walk in. I was suddenly filled with such immense unexpected sadness watching her walk away. I stayed until I couldn't see her anymore. She isn't with me for most of the day now. It's mid-October and everyone told me sending your kid to first grade was hard for the first couple of weeks with them gone all day but then you get over it. I'm still not over it. We've been at it for almost two solid months! And I miss her so bad. Every single day. She is my soft-spoken little lamb. Ugh this "parenting kids who grow up" thing is so exhilarating to be a part of. And it sucks too. Real bad.
I need to recap the rest of our summer. Because baby girl number 4 is making her grand entrance into this life so soon. And we both know I won't be back for some time. I'll be hibernating in my pajamas snuggling a newbie, covered in spit up with smeared make up down my face… if any ever makes it on my face. Good to know that'll be the sole purpose of applying it. For smearage.
Okay, let's visit the last few months in photographs, shall we? Because we know I don't have the brain capacity to write everything out in vivid detail.
This is what our family home evenings look like:
And this is what our family scripture study looks like:
This is what most of our family pictures look like:
This is what a perfectly formed cranium looks like in utero (isn't she absolutely the loveliest?!) :
Lucy and Scarlett still love our chickens, (Isla is still deathly afraid of them):
Oh and they've started trapping their own raccoons. If you missed this story, it's a goodie. They dragged this trap out, set it themselves, put orange slices in it and everything. I myself don't know how to set this trap. And I didn't know orange slices were good for trapping coons. And I didn't know this was happening. Until Jason found a big guy in there the next morning. I'd say he looks sufficiently humbled and repentant.
And they're still letting me dress them in matching outfits. I'm doing this as long as I possibly can, just to be clear.
This is what our summers/early falls look like:
Here are some hilights of our trip (Christensen family retreat with Jason's side of the family) to Duck Creek in July:
Here are a few shots from Lucy's 6th birthday party. Every 6 year old girl dreams of a reptile show. Don't act like you didn't know that.
A few highlights from our trip to the Oregon coast in August:
Then enter BYU football season and my first time ever shooting a shotgun
Turning 31 years old... Jason took me to the spa for massages at the Grand America, to dinner at their buffet there and he ruined a perfectly good birthday selfie.
Which leads us up basically to here and now. Guys, pray for me. Pray I'll make it through this construction and the rest of this pregnancy and labor and delivery and raising these babies up that have been entrusted to me. Because I'm hanging onto sanity by a thread here. No joke.
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