To bed!

I laid on my bed at 7:30pm to the sound of nothing. That's pretty early for the sound of nothing. Boys didn't nap today so I concluded and committed in my mind early in the day they'd go to bed at 7.  Bedtime takes like 2 hours here. I really wish I could change that! But they were realllll tired and are listening to a lovely British woman's voice read Matilda. Thank you, audiobooks, for changing things at bedtime for the better. 

Here I am at 25 weeks. I have felt/seen belly growth in the past couple of days. The uterus is getting taller, my ribs tell me. Bigger uterus = growing children. I'll take it! I keep telling myself "wow. Only 12 more weeks", which sounds funny but seriously...this is nuts. Our household is growing by 1/3rd and I have to start breastfeeding (which I whole heartedly believe in and do not hate, but do not love. I'm very selfish.) and learn how to manage two babies at once. And two older boys at once. And then I'll have to figure out how to make dinner and do laundry and all the normal things whilst managing these four lives. I know it's going to be a challenge. But I shared something in church this past Sunday that I really believe:

Elder Bednar was in charge of big changes at a college-turning-university and the night before the change his colleague asked him if he was scared. He responded, "If I thought we had to execute this transition relying exclusively upon our own experience and our own judgment, then I would be terrified. But we will have help from heaven. Because we know who is in charge and that we are not alone, then no, I am not scared.” 

BAM. Love that. I am not scared. I'm trying to build my faith muscles!

We transitioned Wade to a booster chair. He was literally BEAMING both times he sat in it today, which was adorable. He is hilarious. Except when he smacks me. 

We are a happy family.