Kim 365

Now that the rain isn't giving me migraines anymore, we are on good terms again. I much prefer these cool, rainy days to the awful heat we've had the last while.

No, this is not my beer. No, I don't even wish it were. I'm not a beer fan. I would have been tempted if it were a vodka or rum cooler, but beer is not my thing.

We celebrated my sister's birthday today, and my brother-in-law seized the opportunity to pass out a few Sleeman Honey Brown...at least I think that's what they were.

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own.

These sweet, pudgy hands belong to a big little baby who is already three weeks old! I'm a sucker for his blue eyes: I melt every time he looks at me. I love this boy.

Family from far away places have all come to our corner of the world. There are five kids in my family, and now that everyone is married and four of the five have kids of their own, it's not a common occurrence that we are all together at the same time. It's hectic, but a lot of fun. For the record, we are not all staying under one roof...that would be a little too hectic :)

This is my littlest nephew, Mac. He's not quite two, but don't tell him that, because he thinks he must be at least seven as he runs around and keeps up with all the big cousins.

It was haircut day today! Clay and I went to a salon for cuts, and these guys went to Grandpa's house. Markus says it's really great that Grandpa's haircuts are free, but if he were to charge money for his haircuts, his would be the most expensive because Grandpa's cuts are the best! How sweet is that? :)

I seem to be posting a lot of photos of Deacon sleeping, probably because my hands aren't free when he's awake :)

He's so great.

I stepped foot outside my back door long enough to notice that my lilies have started blooming. I much prefer them to the irises that are taking over the flowerbed they share space with.

After you've had a baby, there are days when you just can't stop crying. There are days when your kids drive you insane, drive each other insane, and everyone is screaming all day long. There are days when it all piles up at once, and today was one of those days. When you're in the thick of it, these kind of days feel like they will never end, and that you are intensely and utterly alone. And on days like this, it's nice to know that you've not been forgotten: today I was incredibly blessed to have our neighbour and her girls stop by with a gift for Deacon. It's nice to know you've been thought of when you feel completely invisible.

I'm experiencing my share of firsts with my fourth baby.
Being a pretty extreme introvert, I never was very interested in doing anything in a group setting with a bunch of moms I didn't know. I would hear how it's so beneficial to meet other people who are going through the same thing as me, but I didn't really care - it was too uncomfortable for me.

Now, I don't know if I'm less introverted, more confident, just don't care what people think, or a combination of all three, but I've gone out of my way to join in with a couple different groups. I'm learning people aren't as scary as I think they are, and a little direction from others can definitely be helpful.

All of life's troubles seem to fade when you watch a baby sleep.

Watching him, I can forget the tears I have shed today, the screaming toddler, and the arguments with the big boy. I even momentarily forget how exhausted I am and how I wish I could sleep like him right now.

I'm happy just to watch him.