My New Car!!!

I waited to post about how we got a new car, because I was waiting for these tags to come in the mail! Here's what happened...


Let me start from the beginning... 5 years ago, when Isaiah was first born, Justin and I were sharing his 2-door Honda. Can't complain, in ran great, and we had just built a new house. But getting a baby carrier in and out of a 2-door car is a chore. Jon and Shannon found out that they were expecting Jordan, and were going to need a van. Well they very generously GAVE us their Volvo station wagon, an awesome car. It has been such a perfect car for us and the boys. But recently, several things started going wrong and we knew we were getting close to having to say goodbye :( My Mom had been talking about looking at new cars and was always concerned about the car I was driving and that everything was working okay. Well, she offered it to us, and it couldn't have been better timing. I knew she was looking, but hadn't found a replacement yet... or so I thought. One saturday evening, Justin and I come home to the pathfinder in our driveway!!! I couldn't believe they were here! My Mom and sister had driven all day, my Mom in her new car and Hilary in the old car. It just so happened to be a 3-day weekend for my Mom, so we had a great girls weekend! And they drove back together and left us the old pathfinder!!! And here's what's so amazing about he timing... the very next day I tried to start the Volvo just to move it in the driveway, and it wouldn't start. We eventually had to have it towed and it turns out the the repairs will end up costing more than the car is worth! Pretty amazing.

I'm totally aware of how ridiculously spoiled I am. It's pretty unbelievable. Sometimes I just sit and wonder "why me?". Just in the past month, we've been given:
- a new car
- a couch
- a piano
- and not to mention the fact that I'm going to meet my 3rd son very soon!!!

My hope and prayer is that I manage to NEVER forget to be thankful for the generousity shown to us and that we make it a priority to "pay it forward".

now THAT'S tired...

I really need to put together a complete collection of all of the crazy sleeping positions I have found the boys in, but for now, here are some of the recent ones I had on my camera...

This is after they played all afternoon with their cousins (and got their faces painted):

I still can't believe Isaiah was actually sleeping in this position:
"What is Gabe doing out of bed?!"

"Oh, wait..."
"There he is!"

For some reason I don't think he's going to make it through that movie...

Yesterday morning, Gabe said, "Mommy, I lost Tiger. She at Grandpa's house?" After I caught my breath, I said "well, yeah, sort of" I love that at 2 years old, my son still has memories of my Dad. Instead of focusing on the fact that we've been robbed of making new memories, I try to focus on the memories he gave us and that they can last a lifetime as long as we don't let them die.

My kids are always wanting to know who's birthday is next on the calendar, even when it's months away. They love to start looking forward to it. Isaiah asked me when my birthday was and I told him first is Gabe's, then Luke's ;) then Daddy's and then Mommy's. He said, "Well, I'm going to buy you a dress when it's your birthday". Funny thing is that whenever my Dad would come for a visit, he would ALWAYS want to take me dress shopping, even if I didn't have an event coming where I'd need one. He would just say that every girl should have a beautiful dress to wear. It blew me away that that was the one thing that Isaiah had in mind to buy me for my birthday. Even this early, the likeness is showing. I thank God for every bit of my Dad that shows itself at random times.

Gabe was looking at my skin and was pointing out my many freckles, or "dot-dots" as he calls them. We discovered that he and I have a matching freckle on our left palms near the onside of our wrist. Isaiah and I have a matching freckle just below our belly button. God is so cool!

Our evening routine has been laying in bed and reading the Tale of Despereaux to the boys and then playing with my belly (Luke's usually kicking at bedtime) before the kids head off to bed. They gently poke and Luke pokes back. It's a lot of fun. Well, this morning Gabe poked my belly and nothing happened so he said "He's not talking?" It was cute.

Oh, and Isaiah called dibs on naming the next baby... don't hold your breath spud. Pretty sure we're done!