Change

I've been thinking about change a lot as of late. It's scary. It's difficult. But it's inevitable and can be a really good thing. Andy got a new job...well, technically he's in his "probation" period to make sure he's to the company's standards. But he's a great salesman so I'm sure he'll do great.  It's good in the fact that it keeps us home for the summer instead of having to move.  I'm excited for that. It will be nice to be around for all the family fun and so Owen can play with all his cousins who he loves. It will be nice to have the same doctor for my entire pregnancy. Consistency will be good. But, the job comes with it's downfalls. Things I won't discuss here, but they are hard hard things for us to deal with as a couple.  It's not ideal in ways. We discussed it and knew it would be hard, but it's REALLY hard. However, it is  a means to an end and gives Andy the opportunity to pursue other options while still providing the income we need.

Having another baby is a BIG change. It's not for 6 more months, and mostly I'm excited. But sometimes I think about it and it's scary to me. Being sick and completely exhausted at the moment is not helping the thought.

Owen is changing everyday. It's so great and so fun. He's so smart and funny. But some days it is just going too fast for me. He's turning into such a boy! He's wild (but not destructive wild) Just absolutely crazy. He runs in circles and dances at a rate that no one can really keep up with. Loves to splash the water in the tub as high as he can. One night he had water almost to the ceiling...and we have 9 foot ceilings! He laughs all day. He thinks toots and burps are hilarious (total boy). But is so polite. Always says "bless you" when someone sneezes or coughs. And "scoose you" when he or anyone burps or toots. Says thank you to everyone and everything. He is copying everything these days, and I mean EVERYTHING...including those things that no one should say, but sometimes they slip. He's so sweet and sometimes just wants to cuddle with his momma, which I love. Last night, he was a little wound up. He came over to me and was gonna hit me in the face so I grabbed his hand and said "Owen, we don't hit. It's not nice and it hurts." Then he walked around the corner, came back around and pet me while saying "nice." He's a quick learner. I got a little laugh out of it too.
And on that note, I'm going to bed.

Trying to disrobe

This boy LOVES hats

Loved running around at the mall and being a cute little model