Today I drove up to St. George with some friends from the ol’ Grand Canyon Ward to see one of my former Mia Maids (Sydnee Yates) give her farewell talk. She’s leaving in a week and a half to serve a mission in Argentina. Sydnee and her sister Madison are two of my favorite girls ever. It was so good to see them and their amazing family and remember how much I love those girls! They were the reason I loved being in Young Women’s. It was such a beautiful spring day in Ivins (right outside St. George), and I decided that some day I would love to live there. It’s got the kind of warm, snowless climate I fancy. And in the event that I ever had to move away from my family, it’s only a 2-hr drive. Anyway, we’ll likely never move there. Just dreaming of prettier places.
We moved into our new home around March 17th. We got the keys that week and started slowly moving things in here and there, and we were out of our other house by the 21st. I don’t want to move for at least 5 years. And it will have to be into a bigger house to be worth it. We are loving our new home and all the space. We have a backyard with a trampoline and swing set. We have a front yard with a porch and a driveway. We live 3 mins from my sister and parents. Easton loved his new school the very first day, and our new ward is just fine. Honestly, we don’t really know anyone yet, and I’m pregnant and anti-social, so I don’t love it, I don’t hate it. I’m just right in the middle about it, sort of apathetic like I am about all things in life right now. This pregnancy has been great as far as not being sick at all, but I’m tired and lethargic and grumpy all the time. I have no motivation to do things, people really annoy me, and I find it’s better to not care about things. I’ve never felt annoyed and grumpy in any of my pregnancies, so I’ll just attribute it to the fact that I’m having a girl, and girls are moody. So I’m moody for two right now or something. Who knows. Who even cares. Bec and Jud keep telling me that I’m the most negative person on the planet right now, and I would say that’s typically not like me.
Logan turned 2 this month. I love that little twerp. All things naughty about him are forgotten with one fleeting flash of his smiley white teeth. He drives me insane. In. Sane. He is so bad. He throws tantrums, hits, screams, makes the possibility of a clean house nothing but an illusion, but he also says, “Mitsed you” when I get home from somewhere. He says it to me first, not as a reply. Be still my heart, right? The slate is wiped clean, he is an angel child who can do no wrong. I will, however, die (DIE) when Teagan goes to school this fall and leaves me home alone with Logan and Emerlynn. I just can’t handle the thought of E and T both being at school and leaving me alone with the two younger ones all day. I won’t last a day before I’ve pulled them both out to homeschool them so that they can help me with Logan.
Oh, Joe and Laura are having a baby! She’s about 10 weeks. We are so excited, and everyone is secretly – no – openly hoping for a boy so that my dad will have his dream of his sons passing on his Romero name. I’ve got plenty of boys, but it does my dad no good if they aren’t Romeros. She’s due in November, and they’ll be able to find out the gender in about 4 weeks. Fun stuff!
We are off to the beach in 2 weeks! We so look forward to our annual beach trip, and we didn’t do one last year, so it’s long overdue. We’ll be staying in a beach house for a week having the time of our lives doing nothing with our kiddoes and Jacob’s family and Bec and Jud.
I’ve got 12 more weeks to go in this pregnancy. I’m anxious to meet my little Emerlynn, but not too anxious. I know what happens when they come out. Exhaustion, fatigue, night sweats, crying, fussing, and that’s just on my part. Add the baby into the mix, and the post-partum stage is an absolute disaster. But I still can’t wait to hold her and sniff her and kiss her at the hospital. I just wish they’d let me stay there for a month so that I could sleep and she could go to the nursery at night. They should have a place like that because I would go there. I’m 28 weeks and a few days in the picture. Feeling like a beluga whale, but trying to remember to be grateful that the Lord made my body able to bear these sweet little children that I love so much. Not every woman gets to do it, and it is certainly a miracle.
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