Goodness, our little Logi Bear has been so very fussy this whole week, always wanting to be held and bounced and never seeming to be happy. I’m not sure if he’s fussy because he’s teething or because something is bothering him or if he just spent so much time being good that Heavenly Father feels like it’s time for a trial. I hope it’s A. I hope this is not the new Logan. He’s still been sleeping great and hasn’t woken up in the night like he did a week or so ago that one random night, so I’ll count my blessings there. I love him to be awake, but it’s so hard to get anything done with a baby that just wants to be held. So I prefer an awake happy baby, and not an awake fussy baby. But there are people out there with cancer and real problems, like the people involved in an early morning shooting rampage in a Colorado movie theater this morning. And then suddenly my baby beings fussy seems almost pleasant. I’ll quit my whining. I also watched 17 Miracles last night with my YW for mutual, and after seeing the hardships the Saints in the handcart company endured, you realize that you can do hard things and that the things you thought were hard are simple in comparison to other things.
Since Jacob was off work yesterday, we took the boys to the library so they could check out some books. They love the library, and Logan did pretty well too. Today Jacob did a lot of home projects, and the big boys went over to G-Ma and G-Pa Romero’s house to spend the night. Jacob and I wanted to work on the kitchen island, so we sent them off to play with and be smothered by their grandparents. After I got home from my parents’ house, Jacob and I along with our fussy little man went to Lowes to get the rest of the materials for our kitchen improvements and then to In N Out for dinner. I’ve been eating healthy this whole week, and we both thought In N Out sounded perfect. Logan was actually very good for our trip. Once we got home, I fed him and put him to bed, and he was just sweet and smiley as he tends to be at bedtime every night. I think he’s just deliriously tired. I’ll take it. A sweet little picture of him from Wednesday.
Also on Wednesday, Easton came running up the stairs saying, “Teagan! You have to come see this! There are bubbles everywhere!” And there were. But both of them said that they didn’t put soap in the toilet, and oddly enough, Anthony was the last one in there after picking up Jaedyn.
Oh, and I love my husband. I have so much fun with him doing house projects together. It’s my favorite thing! There is nothing more fulfilling than being in a happy marriage with an amazing man that makes me laugh and feel secure and feel at home in his arms. I sure love him for the husband he is to me and the daddy he is to our sweet little boys. Plus, he thinks I’m beautiful. Like SO beautiful. I’m raving about my husband, and it’s not even Father’s Day or his birthday or our anniversary which just goes to show that these words are genuine and not motivated by my obligation to say something nice. Seriously, I love him!!
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