We have woken up to 4 inches of snow and it's still coming. This week has been eventful for Orion. He learned how to clap. Yes- it's late. Most kids do this around 6 months, so it made it all the more exciting. He also learned to go down the slide all by himself. This is dang cute to watch. It's difficult for him to get both of his feet onto the slide and he ends up going down on his tummy. He loved it and kept it up till it was time to go home for lunch. The very next day he took his first steps! So sad that he's getting so big, but still the cutest thing in the world. And then on Friday my friend and I moved Orion and his crib to the kids' room. So all three share the same room. Jarom and Bella love to get him out of bed. That's a little scary to see. But they are soo proud when they bring him to me. Growing up is so sad and fun. It's hard to look at my little family and see it changing slowly everyday. It's hard to know we won't always have a sweet babe in a crib. Time seems so slow and you feel like nothing is ever going to change and you forget to make the most of what you have now. Jarom brought Orion to Matt and I the other day with him upside down and facing forward. His little plump face was turning red but he had a smile that went ear to ear. I wonder how many more times will I see this before Orion figures out how to get out of his crib by himself. You never know. Jarom was jumping out of his crib by this time and Bella never did ever figure how to get out of that cage. Only time will tell but I'm not going to wait around and sit it out.
I'm back. That was crazy. So while I was writing about enjoying life now and all that love, Oey comes crying to me. Sad but true, I usually would find something for him to play with or give him a little shoo with my foot. But because I was feeling the love I stopped what I was doing to give him his time and snuggles. I mean this is exactly what I've been talking about. We need to show the ones we love that we love them now, today and always. So while I'm trying to love on him, he throws up all over me and himself. Now isn't that going to be a fun memory. I'm just glad I picked him up. You know how awful you feel right before you throw up. And he came to me, crying "Mama" to make him feel better. He is just too sweet and innocent it kills me. I'm glad I was in tune at that moment, to try and comfort the little lad. I mean I don't even know how much longer he is going to use the word Mama. Anyways if you are worried about him he seems to be doing fine playing and splashing away in the tub (Matt is with him).
As you know Matt and I are in training for a triathlon. Yesterday was the first day I did all the running, biking and almost all the swimming. I was on my last lap when I noticed that I didn't see my family in the shallow end. I did however see a girl with a net scooping out the pool. I ran to find my family. Poor Matt was thrown up on, and poor Oey for being sick. So I almost finished and Matt didn't even get the chance to start.
We are all staying home from church. Bell and I have colds and well you know what O has. Hopefully we will all be able to rest and enjoyed being snowed in, for most likely the last time this year.
A few reminders of what I should enjoy today:
pictures from family home evening a couple weeks ago: