Mothers Day

Sawyer:

Something about Sawyer that I keep meaning to write down but forget is that he has a funny habit of repeating things others have said and he does it in a whisper. If you've ever seen the show The Middle, it's kind of like what Brick does but instead of whisper repeating himself, Sawyer does it with things others have said. I'll say, "Hey buddy go sit up to the table." And he'll whisper, "Table". Dillon will say, "Do you want juice to drink?" Sawyer whispers in reply, "Juice".

We got Sawyer three little goldfish to replace his lost beta...and they all died within eighteen hours of their purchase. I knew goldfish were basically the pansies of pet fish but my gosh. And we, especially Dillon, were really careful about transfer, water temperature, all that jazz. So now there's just an empty tank sitting in Sawyer's room which has stalled his noticing the fish are gone.. for now.

Where do little boys learn the things they learn? (Or all little kids for that matter?) Sawyer has started to spit the last few weeks, out of nowhere, wherever he feels like it. I've told him not to do it because, gross.. but Grandma Paula told him he could do it as long as he's outside. After him spitting all over the bleachers when we went to Dillon's game because he was, after all, outside I have since told him that he is only allowed to spit at Grandma Paula's. You're welcome, Mom.

Dawson:

Dawson turned seven months and got his very own post. Besides him being on the move, the most pertinent Dawson paragraph (for me) is this one: He still wakes up one or two times a night and it's killer. Mostly because I'm confident that he's not actually hungry and just wants to be comforted back to sleep. Since he won't take a binky, we all know what that means...enter human binky. I've even gotten desperate enough to try to wait it out when he wakes up. He doesn't usually cry hard but will whine and fuss LOUDLY. After listening to that for an hour I finally give up because I'm not sleeping anyway and get ornerier by the minute. So..someone tell me how to night wean please.

Dillon:

Dillon finally had a softball game at an early enough time that I could take the boys to go watch him. Dawson chilled in the carrier and Sawyer would alternate between spitting, even after I told him not to, and jumping up and down excitedly when it was Dillon's turn at bat.

Dillon took Sawyer to their first Fathers and Sons at Otter Creek. They didn't stay overnight but they did dinner and played in the dirt and water. Dillon said Sawyer parked himself by the edge of the water and threw rocks in it the majority of the time. He forgot to take pictures for me but I'm glad they got to have some one-on-one time together; and sometimes it's good to just enjoy time without whipping out the phone for pictures. Dillon's better at that than me. 

Dillon spent the rest of the weekend giving me an awesome Mothers Day. He made a board for me to keep track of our kids heights on, took me shopping, let me nap, did the dishes, took care of all the messy diapers (perhaps the best gift of the weekend), and made the cake for our barbecue with my parents. He's so good at holidays, and regular days, and husbanding.

DaNae:

After spending some time outside with the boys earlier in the week, my forehead felt nice and tight from the slight sunburn I got..because that's normal after forty-five minutes outside in the spring. So I've officially entered the season of sunscreen, sunglasses, and hats if I'm going outside for longer than ten minutes. Hats are the only thing that save my face and the part-line in my hair (arguably one of the worst parts of your body to get burned) so I spend a good majority of the summer in them.

I did an online LuLaRoe party for my friend Taylor (her page here for some shopping!). It was fun! And semi-stressful. I always get nervous when I throw parties because I don't want the person that's selling to feel like I've wasted their time. But a few people found some things they liked and I earned some free clothes. Win-win.

And then I spent the weekend hanging out with all of my boys. It was a great Mothers Day weekend. Everything makes me all teary-eyed since I've had babies. My hormones are permanently set to sensitive or something. But at church the primary kids sang, as per usual. One of the songs they did was, "Love is Spoken Here" and, as a surprise, all of the men in the congregation stood up to sing the second verse and man, it got me. I'm so thankful for moments like that that help me feel the Spirit.

Literally the only picture from the week besides for the ones of Dawson that went in his post..

From Instagram: I kind of hate DIY projects but really wanted one of these boards to track our babies' heights on. Thank goodness I have Dillon who was nice enough to make it for me for Mothers Day. Love it! And him 💖