Well...hello!

I kind of forgot that I had a blog for a bit. But, I'm back! And, I come bearing photos from a super fun weekend at Whit's place in Atlanta.

I have always felt so at home at Courtney's house--I really will be sad when they move out and on to Texas--and I thought that was simply because it was such a friendly, tidy, happy place. While I'm sure that is part of it, I think that the real reason that I have felt so content there is that I always feel at home with my siblings. It is definitely true of Whit's little corner of Atlanta. I think I could have just called in Jose and Griff and stayed at Whitney's little house for a while...I'm sure we wouldn't have gotten in the way!

It was such a delightful weekend and it was wonderful to get to meet important people in Whitney's life, who were only names or Facebook photos before, and to spend some time with Duke and Ry and Court and their kids and my mom (missed you Dad and Sam!). As you can tell, we pretty much worked out and played outside--it was perfect. Thanks for hosting us, Whit and Katie!!

Happy Day to all the Mamas Out There!

Especially to my mom...even though we're far apart...I'm still celebrating you today...being so thankful to be your daughter. Thanks for loving us well and raising the five of us to love each other. I hope I can raise my kids with the patience, kindness and encouragement that you showed us. Love you, Mom.

8 Months.

Sweet boy. 8 months old. Loving watching Griff. Laughing all day long. Cracking himself up. Growing. Eating. Sleeping like a champ. It's a busy life.

I feel like we keep saying this, but...we're at the beach! It has been such a blessing that Jose's trips out of town have involved enough overtime that the boys and I can tag along. Ah...vacation. Luckily, Jose hasn't been too stressed out this week, so we've gotten some great play time at the beach and pool. Griff keeps wondering where Lily and Finn are...and I think he thinks that my dad owns the house we're staying in for some reason. 

Speaking of houses...ours is on the market! We're hoping for some showings while we're gone. Wish us luck!

Bikes.

There is little that reminds me of childhood as much as riding a bike, flying down a hill just like Court and I always did at Jones' Meat Market. Jose has been begging me to make the ride downtown along the Platte River for the last couple years. The timing just never seemed quite right--8 months pregnant on a bike is not too smart. So, when Jose's parents were here on one of his off-Fridays, we decided to go for it. It was so fun and it was a perfect, blue-sky day.