Monday Blues

The weekend is over and there are a million dishes to show for it. I made stromboli yesterday for our small group and it turned out great. Sorry you missed it Patrick!

Samuel got a molar in. He took it like a champ as usual. I'm sure there's more to follow, but one has finally surfaced. Hasn't been up at all in the night, but has just had a little appetite.

He also got his first set of crayons and a drawing pad. Hasn't quite figured out yet that they aren't for eating. I saw that coming a mile away.

Most Mondays I look forward to just getting back into a slower pass, but today I'm not glad it's here. Trying to soak up as much time with Andy as possible, it hasn't seemed like there's ever enough lately.

I can't tell if it's hormones due to the pregnancy or not, but the emotional roller coaster ride has been more than I can take most days. God has been challenging me in ways I've needed to be challenged for years but I was just not ready. It's emotionally draining! I'm glad it's finally here though, because when God wants me to change, it's always for the better! It's time I walk the walk.

Enjoy the pictures!

I'm fully aware this is not the picture of the stromboli I was talking about earlier. It's a chicken pot pie I made that I decided to commemorate the day we heard Baby Pig's heartbeat.


Cute family photo after church. (Thanks Patrick) Andy did the communion meditation and did a wonderful job. Samuel's first time in a long sleeve shirt, pants and shoes. I admit I went overboard, but I am super sick of this hot weather. I thought I would take advantage of the temperature dropping a few degrees to start this kid getting use to wearing clothes. They were all summer clothes, though! Don't think he was suffering! At least I didn't try and put him in some adorable wool sweater I've been dying to put him in! And to once again commemorate another occasion, my first day in pregnancy clothes!