Sweet Stellan

I am on my knees for this baby. My heart aches for his sweet mama and everything she is enduring, seeing her baby so sick. Things are looking pretty grim right now. If you think about it today, please say a prayer for baby Stellan.

Kitchen company

This is my view most days as I go about my day. My little man hangs out on the kitchen counter in his pink bumbo, keeping me company as I cook and clean, babbling to me in his sweet baby talk. He is beginning to figure out how to flip his tray off, so he has been trying out the high chair most days, but the bumbo is still his favorite when mama lets him sit in it. I couldn't ask for better company.

Friday Funnies

The other day, I sat Evalyn on the potty and told her she should try to poop. She sat for a minute and said "My poop wants to go swimming in the potty." After a few minutes of trying, she says " My poop wants to stay with his friends, they don't want to go swimming today." I laughed so hard! She has quite the imagination. I also think it is completely pathetic that the highlight of my week was talking about poop with my daughter. Sigh.....

In eleven days....

my baby brother will be getting married. Sure, he doesn't look like a baby, and I am sure everyone else that sees him sees a 6'0, 25-year-old man with facial hair, but to me, he is my baby brother. The one that bugged me and fought with me growing up. The one that I hated having to hold his sweaty little hands when we crossed the street, the one that was always dressed up as a fireman or cowboy or karate kid, the one that made us all laugh when his voice changed, the one that wore goofy glasses, the one that can play multiple instruments without even trying, the one that held us all together when my dad passed away, the one that became my mom's right hand and took over the church my dad pastored, the one that deserves, more than anything, this happiness.

I always wondered if he would find a girl that deserves him (or at least one that we thought deserves him!). After dating girls that were prissy or took advantage of him or were just plain wrong, he found Joanna. I knew this girl was a keeper when I visited last May and she spent the afternoon with all four of us sisters, beating us in Dutch Blitz. She is perfect for him, a perfect fit into our family. In eleven days, Dustin will be a husband, and I might have to start thinking of him as a grown up.