Moments for Me to Remember :)

All my friends are pregnant. Well, maybe I should say a LOT of my friends are pregnant. Kennedy has announced to large groups of people (on multiple occasions) that I have a baby in my belly. Whit said on the way home the other day, "Mommy, I have a baby in my belly like Sandi." BAHAHAHA! I love it! He came home and stuffed one under his shirt. Tonight as I was tucking Kennedy in she said, "Mommy, can you please go and get a baby in your belly?I really want you to have one in there." I laughed and told her to ask Daddy. I tried to explain that Whit was a her baby brother. She didn't like that. She did like hearing stories about her holding him as a baby. Gosh, she was so still a baby back then too! Then we start talking about going to the hospital and getting a baby. She says, "The doctor gives you the baby, then you put the baby in the glowing box and put things over it's eyes, so it can't see anything." Now, if you know our history with our jaundice babies you will laugh at that. She has seen so many pictures of newborns in the billi lights that she thinks that is the process at the hospital! I love it!

Today, we ran by the Dollar store for a few things. I told the kids they could get a little prize. K chose a baby (of course) and Whit went through tons of options. A bag of dinosaurs, cars, and a sword. Then he saw a little toy iron and he was in heaven. It was quite hilarious to me. Greg is our ironer so it is only fitting that our son wants an iron to be like his daddy. He insisted on taking his clothes off so he could iron them. When Greg got home, he asked him to go get his iron so they could iron together. He did not once associate me with the iron. I love that. LOVE IT!

So, my sweet babies, your Mommy is busy cherishing your little moments. Kennedy, you were born to be a mother. I know your entire life you will beg me for more kids. It is who you are. You've been carrying around a baby doll since before you could walk. You learned to walk with a walker with baby Bobby stuffed in the walker so he could come too. And my Whitfield, the way you adore your Daddy make me adore you even more. You get so excited about deer and golf. An iron even brings you joy. We love it. What a blessed life I lead. Truly, truly, truly BLESSED.