The belly
So, our Sunday started out relatively quiet. We got up, fed the kids and got everyone dressed and ready for Church. It was all too easy...I should have known that it wouldn't have lasted. We had just gotten out of the car at Church when I heard Eric ask Cade, "where are your socks?". Cade's reply was that he just didn't want to wear them. Eric then asks him, TOTALLY JOKINGLY, "Well, at least you are wearing underwear right?", only to hear from Cade that he wasn't. So, I took Claire, Jax, and Finn into Church while Eric ran CAade home to put on some boxers.
After Church we got home and made all the kids some lunch and put Finnegan down for a nap. The rest of us lounged around in the basement playroom until it was time to wake him up. Usually he wakes up happy and raring to go...not yesterday. Whining, crying, and wanting to be held was apparently the order of the day. So, finally it was getting late and Eric had the BBQ going outside. The boys were running around being, well, boys. Jax lost his balance and ended-up with his hands and arms burned on the grill. If you have never heared the pain-filled scream of a three year old with bad burns, count yourself lucky! He's doing alright today, but is still favoring his hand. He is such a little trooper. Well, it is now Monday and I ma just praying that nothing else goes wrong!
-Oh, the pic of me is for the friiends and family out of town who have been HOUNDING me to post a pic of the belly...so here it is 24 weeks (6 months).
