I am pretty sure tooth #8 is going to pop in any day. She’s a trooper

Some of you may remember that when Drew was about 6 months old, his legs would also get stuck in his crib. Daniel or I would always have to go into his room and get them unstuck.  It was a nightmare.

Well now Miss Berkley is doing the same thing, pretty much every time she sleeps.Her chunky little legs gets stuck and she tries to turn and roll over, getting her all twisted. I come into the room and have to pull them out from between the bars.  Sometimes I have to give a good pull and I always think, I hope I don’t break anything.

The story gets better—

The last 2 nights Drew has started this up again. He get’s his legs, yes both of them, totally stuck. He screams because they are hanging out the crib.  It’s crazy!  Crazy awful!

Two babies doing this to me on a daily basis.  What is my life coming too?

It’s definitely an “Are you for real?” moment!!

I need to blog about:
Berkley turning 6 months (yesterday)
baseball
scouts
father son camp out (hoping daniel does this)
Zoey’s track
Drew 18 months

The list goes on…

Here’s a photo of  five of my six children.

Yesterday I took Drew to Kensington Metro Park to the petting farm.  He LOVE IT!!   He  wanted to pet all the animals.  We got there and went down to a shady tree and ate lunch with some friends. After that we walked back up the hill and check out the animals.  It was so hot!  And I mean HOT! Humid and hot.  We stayed a few hours and then I had to call it quits.  Berkley started to cry and Drew was exhausted.  It was a fun trip.  I plan on going back with the others kids when they are out of school.  Until then, Drew will just have to pet the neighborhood animals.

yes I am still alive. Busy too!

“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden.
I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Thanks friend,  I needed to read this today..