30 wks, busy days....

This weekend was a busy one. My younger sister graduated and we had lots of family around. Since sis lives in the NNU married housing, the events were held at my house. Which I'm happy to do. We never had family around growing up so I enjoy having big get togethers, but with the boys around and a super busy week leading up to it, (plus carrying around a big watermelon,) I was pretty exhausted. Everything went really well though. On Sat., we had a big BBQ since my older sis who flew in, wouldn't be able to come to graduation because of her early flight.

On Saturday night, we took my mom to a fondue dessert. It was a nice time out and the first time that we have all been together for years. I tried to hide my belly under the table in this pic- but I ended up just looking BIG in the picture.

My nephew, Paul....

On Sunday, we endured the graduation ceremony (Jer got out of it by taking my sis to the airport) and I forgot how uncomfortable it is to sit in hard chairs for 2+ hours when you are this pregnant. Then we had one more big dinner at our house on Sunday evening.

Only 3 1/2 more weeks of school. It feels great to be on the downhill part. The nice weather has been a pleasant refresher to the busy schedules.
Tonight we were on the go again as I quickly fed the boys dinner and then met Jer at Target to pick out my mother's day present. A new vacuum. :) Jer tried to veto that gift, insisting that it should not count as my present but it is what I want and need more than anything else right now. (other than my body back) I am so tired of this dog hair EVERYWHERE. I made pancakes yesterday and it must have been in the hair because I keep the griddle on top of the fridge. I flipped a pancake and there was hair cooked in it. Awesome.

Anyway, Jer took the boys home to bed and I rushed to Boise to make it for my good friend's baby dedication. Her little guy came extremely early at 24 weeks.

He is doing miraculously well and the service was so incredible. His dad led everyone in some worship songs, accompanied by his guitar. I looked around and thought, God must be so pleased to see everyone glorifying him in response to His great miracle of this child's life. It was so touching to see how many lives were affected by the life of this little 1 pounder. And what God had done in the parents' lives as they prepared to bring him home and get him healthy enough to face life on his own. God is amazing.

Now I must get ready for bed and hopefully avoid any leg cramps tonight. Anyone else ever get those when they're pregnant? They are the worst! But all complaining aside, things are going well and I'm grateful for all that I have and the health that has accompanied me. My little guys are growing up so fast and finally the big one is becoming somewhat of a gentleman. His kind, compassionate side is being squeezed out, leaving no room for the tantrums and whining of a toddler. He loves being a helper and I can't wait for him to love on Libby. He will be an incredible big brother. The other one might have a tougher time adjusting. He seems to want mom all to himself and isn't as confident as big brother. But fortunately each phase is only a phase and it evolves with time.