It's about that time...

I'm so pathetic at this blog thing... SORRY. I guess a lot happens in three months and with a memory like mine I forget everything! It's hard to believe I have four children. I have a dream that one day my memory will kick in to gear and I'll remember all those precious moments that I failed to record in baby books and journals. For the time being I'm drawing a BLANK. I've kept putting this off and now I don't know what to say. Well...Olivia is just one of the most fabulous things ever! I never believed that babies actually slept through the night but low and behold they do! She is one of the happiest, darling babies a mommy could ever ask for. We worried at first because she had the LOUDEST cry ever and would often squeal like a baby pig. I think my heart jumped out of my chest a couple of times during the first couple weeks. Thankfully, she is now one of the quieter babies I've ever heard. Sonny and I can't believe how patient she is with us (we don't deserve it).


The rest of us are doing well. Emma and Audrey have quite the life with all of their school activities and such. If Emma looses one more tooth, people might start thinking I'm beating her. I think she just likes the mad cash flow the tooth fairy is bringing in. Speaking of which, I don't remember the tooth fairy being such a flake when I was a kid. The tooth fairy was so behind, it took her two nights to get Emma's money to her (not once, but twice)! I wonder if she was completely brain dead due to the birth of a new child? Anyways, that girl's so forgiving she hasn't given it a second thought.


Audrey's my little spit fire. She cracks us up and drives us to the point of insanity all at the same time. She's so sensitive, but fights these little demonic tendencies. We were having a family home evening on Moses the other night and asked the kids if they knew what a slave was. Audrey about burst at the seams because she knew for certain. "A slave is one of those little guys that works for Santa Clause."

Then there's our Joe. He is our comic relief. He's a crazy little "crack head" (like Sonny calls him). I'm so glad I got to experience a little boy, because he's a blast. He's going through this phase where he's obsessed with certain body parts (if you know what I mean). What guy isn't? This photo says a lot about Joe.


Sonny and I just celebrated our eighth anniversary. We didn't start out as one of those blissful couples that loved being married. I have to admit our first year was symbolized by holes in the wall and me spending the night at my parent's house. I'm sure Mom and Dad got tired of seeing me. I guess I'm not proud of the holes or fights, but I'm thrilled with how we've grown. That's why every anniversary is a momentous occasion for us. Just eight years later, I can't stand being away from him. I still get butterflies in my tummy when he smiles at me. I can't wait to hear his obnoxiously loud truck come home. Don't get me wrong...we can still get into it, but we always make up. He's a kick butt daddy and hubby!!! The following photo is thanks to our little photographer Emma.

***For the record...I'm not normally this mushy on my blog, but he's started to read it!!!
Here's a few more photos of the past couple months...until next time, goodbye!!!
Halloween 2008

The Devil's Punchbowl, after the stomach flu.

Daddy and Olivia on her blessing day.

Joe playing in the rain.

Tree Farm 2008