Happy Veteran's Day

 Cool in his sunglasses

I try to change Keller's diaper and the next thing I know the big boys start suctioning their ears!

 Eating lunch at the park

Happy Veteran’s Day! And hurrah for Royal! We’re so excited for you! Onward Christian soldier!

We’re celebrating the fifth week of sickness. It started with the flu shot, morphed into ear infections, colds, and Lincoln (who leads the way in these things) happily showed us diarrhea last night and today. In fact, he stuck a toy into his messy diaper and pulled it out to show us. Good grief! This morning Levi woke at 2:30 and didn’t go back to sleep until 5:15. He tried. He sat with me while I nursed Keller (“Which side are you on now? Left or right?”), tried to read stories, and finally fell asleep when Wes stayed next to him. We’ve mostly lost our brains. On Friday, Wesley saw a bus, thought it was his and ran for it. He ended up quite a ways from where we live. Our date night turned into an adventure to grab him: we call this sleep deprivation and sickness.

On Monday, I agreed to sell my copyright to BYU for the course I made. While I know this is probably the best thing to do, I’m a little devastated (as in, I’ve been a total monster). It feels like intellectual prostitution. Maybe I’m dramatic. Hard to imagine, I know. Thankfully, since we’ve entered the third postpartum week (my boundary for rediscovering “normal”), my recumbent bike pulled the whole family through my growling.

When I asked Levi what treat he wanted after lunch one day he told me that he was fasting until he baptized Peter. He has “fasted” periodically all week. Lincoln said his own prayer last night: “Mommy, Daddy, LeVI, Baby Keller, AMEN!” then he clapped.   

All the boys love the double stroller. Phew! This means we walked to the park a few times with him cheering. Keller falls asleep. Levi holds onto a string tied to the stroller handle. This worked well for the library/story time and grocery shopping. Ah, the miracle of string.

Keller grew, spit up, and accepted lots of kisses this week. I’m amazed the only sign of sickness he’s shown is a little bit of mucus. He’s quite the pleasant little guy. We love when he’s awake because he seems so excited about everything. He delights all of us. What a gift to finally have him here! Three and a half weeks! That isn’t very long, but look what’s happened!

I think that will cover it for now.