Jude's @ 1 month

Dear Jude,

You've made it through your first month....and another 8 days. Okay, I'm a bit late but in my defense, it's been a pretty busy 5 weeks around here! 

Sure, I'll gaze poetically into the distance so you can document my cuteness. 

If I had to describe your personality this first month it would be, well, cranky! It's not that you have colic or really cry that much or that intensely. You just have had a generally grumpy disposition and it takes a bit of work to keep you somewhat happy.

He loves his sling. 

And his wrap. 

And that work pretty much had to be done by me. I don't even have that many pictures of your dad holding you yet because if he was, you were normally crying. You want mom. Not dad, not grandma, not your siblings...mom.

You are not mom therefore I am cranky.

But you do like to snuggle and I've been taking it easy so you and mean have had some good times cozy in bed with netflix and podcasts. And you sleep well and eat well and are certainly growing well.

At least I sleep well

At 1 week you were only down 5 oz to 10 lbs 1 oz and at 3 weeks were all the way up to 12 lbs. I haven't weighed you lately but your still my little tank baby. You are firmly in 3-6 month clothes. I used (and hated) size 2 disposables on the trip but now that we're home we're squeezing you into the biggest setting on your size 1 thirsties covers because it's what I have for now. (And for you cloth diaper mama's, I've always been a snappi not a trifold mom but I've converted bc a size lasts a lot longer trifolded. I now love trifolding!)

And I'm clearly getting plenty to eat. 

It's so much fun comparing you to your siblings. All four of you have had a similar BRC Baby look but you and Jonah are probably closest although I times I see the girls too. I think the hair makes you look even more like Jonah. Although his always looked like I combed it (I never did) and yours always looks like it hasn't been (even if I try to). It's also darker and maybe a tinge red. Jonah's had that strawberry tint to but it went away pretty quickly. We'll see if yours is similar. And you and Lucy would probably be closet in personality so far - as in, not my mellowest ones :-)

But you are also proving that even with being the caboose, you can be your own little man. You love baths and your swing (you love your swing!), sitting up one my legs so you can see all around and having all your fan club ( aka Lucy, Jonah and Norah) come and talk to you. They all adore you and will just randomly come up and look at you and say how cute you are and how much they love you and you just watch them so intently. Norah calls you her "bug-a-boo" and if she here's you cry, she'll run to you and stroke your head and say "It's okay, it's okay, you're okay" and then call me "Mom, he's mad. He needs mi-mi (our word for nurse, courtesy of Lucy mispronouncing milk way back in the day) right now! Jonah was so happy you were a boy he had to add to dad's prayer the first day of "Thank you for a healthy baby" with "...and thanks for making him a brother." Lucy loves to hold you but doesn't like to make you cry so it doesn't happen a lot. But when you do cooperate, her face just lights up. 

Norah doesn't really care if you cry, she just likes to hold you.

Are you sure this girl is qualified to hold me?

You did a lot of traveling, having been in 5 different states before you turned one month old. Your were a pretty good traveler but now that I'm the one doing the driving, you seems to hate the car. So all the kids now hate it because they don't like to hear you cry. Lucy even asked me why your cry was so different and sad. It's because it's a real distress cry and not a whimpery cry for attention or food. So I don't think we'll be going as many places this next month as the last. But at least you did good on the trip!

I got my paci and my mom's hands so let's get going. North Dakota or bust!

Loving a pacifier is probably the biggest difference in traveling. Lucy would scream and start gagging if we tried to get her to take one, I didn't even try with Jonah. Norah liked it well enough for the 10 seconds she could keep it in her mouth but she never seemed to latch on to it (pun intended) but you love it. It meaning one specific pacifier and not even the same brand that I tried to get as a back-up. No, the dark blue one is different. You like the light blue one. But you like that one a lot!

And with all your fussing, you have miraculous (knock on wood) not had too many troubles with evenings...aka "the witching hours." And your my first to really love to be swaddled but your very hot natured (or maybe it's just that you were born in August) so even a swaddle over a onesie is too much most of the time. But you're big enough for a zippadee-zip and looks so cute all ready for bed and looking like a little grey flying squirrel. 

His cheeks just keep

getting smooshier!

Maybe that will be another nickname. You have a lot. Besides Bug-a-boo you might be be called smooshy, smooshems, tank baby and Jude the dude. And you love when we sing your songs - Hey, Jude (because, duh!) and a little ditty that goes...Jude, Jude, he's kinda rude. He gets real cranky when he wants food...so far you don't seem to be offended by that. Perhaps because you know its true.


Jude's Birth Story

So I had a kid this weekend. His name is Jude and he is pretty cute. If you aren't into birth and birth-y details, you'll probably want to stop at the picture (or just skip all the words and go directly to the pictures and cute sibling stuff at the bottom). If you keep reading, you have been warned.

To back up, this pregnancy has not been easy. It hasn't been my hardest, that was Norah because my hyperemesis with her was just brutal. This time I started meds earlier and took a more aggressive approach to them and it really paid off. And although my sample size of 4 is not huge, my two boy pregnancies have been easier than my two girl ones and I don't find out the gender ahead of time so there isn't a bias in that.

So the hyperemesis was not as extreme and this was the first pregnancy that I didn't lose weight (I normally lose about 10 lbs before that reverses and I start to eat/gain again). But  I was on meds much longer than normal, all the way to 25 weeks plus progesterone shots to 30 weeks and bi-weekly blood draws to check my thryoid and progesterone levels. Then the nausea and sporadic vomiting came back at about 35 weeks. So by week 39, I was done with being pregnant. And measuring very large. Large = uncomfortable.

Then prodromal labor started 8 days before my due date. This was new to this pregnancy. Because my labors are so short, mild contractions even down to 10 minutes apart did not convince me "this was it" and we didn't have any real false alarms but they were annoying. And persistent. Persistently annoying - for days. Sometimes every hour, sometimes every 15 minutes. Sometimes intense. Sometimes barely anything. But there - all the time. Luckily with just one night's exception, I could sleep through them. The next Thursday (2 days until due date) was my midwife appointment. With her office being 45 minutes away, I wasn't comfortable driving myself but Craig took the afternoon off. I saw my midwives and vented a bit but they encouraged me. My fundal height was 45cm (40cm would be average) but everything was good, baby was healthy and besides the standard end-of-labor woes, my body was doing well. I also had a chiropractic adjustment in the same office. We went home, all had naps and then had a family evening walking around Target buying a few school supplies and then eating at Chik-fil-a. Tax-free weekend was coming up and Craig thought maybe we should wait on the school supplies but was wise enough not to insist on us coming back later once I said I wanted them then.

Friday I called in some more friends for moral support. Play dates had been my saving grace the past week as sitting at home wishing I wasn't pregnant is not really good for ones attitude. So Neighbor J came down and the kids played together all morning while we chatted. That night Craig made us some homemade pizza and we had another Star Wars family movie night. It's been so much fun to watch them with the kids as they see them for the first time. We just happened to have enough ice cream and hot fudge for a couple of ice cream sundays but not enough for everyone in the family so I had planned on making them once the kids were in bed but later on, I didn't feel like them so I went with something healthier. That should have tipped me off. I never DON'T feel like ice cream.  But Craig and I watched some Doctor Who together and I went to bed around 10:30.

A little after midnight on my due date of August 4th, I woke up and had a contraction. It wasn't bad, nothing different than the past week but I had a feeling and Craig might have too because when I went to the bathroom, he asked me if I was okay even though I've been getting up at least once a night to pee for the past month. I told him I was just going to pee but when I saw some bloody show, I wasn't quite so sure that would be all. I had another at 12:20 (which was actually the first time I looked at the clock), woke him up and told him to start timing them. Another contraction later and I knew it was real but I was getting very anxious just lying in bed in the dark waiting for them so I told Craig we should start doing the birth pool just to take my mind off of it. But when I got out to the living room I realized that even between contractions, which were still only every 10 minutes apart, that my belly felt very tight and uncomfortable while I was standing up so I laid down on the couch and watched him.

This was going to be my first water birth. Or at least water labor. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to deliver in the water. But I had somehow convinced myself that this labor would be my longest and I wanted to have the water as a back up pain relief option. And just to say I tried it I guess. I don't think it ended up being worth it for us but it did keep us occupied during the first stage :-)

Also as part of that longer labor worry, I had been reading up about hypnobirthing. I didn't read anything official, just birth blogs and vlogs. But I had been practicing saying the same phrases during each of the harder prodromal contractions and I was hoping to add that to my laboring repertoire. Before Lucy's birth Craig and I took a Bradley class and I do highly recommend them but my laboring had always put me very much "in a zone" and I need total silence and darkness and just to be left alone. This time, I wanted to be a little more present if possible. And since I always like to pep myself up with positive birth stories, I had read a few "no pain labor" stories were they talk about how they felt pressure but not pain and while I certainly liked that idea, I also kinda scoffed. I mean, you can call it whatever you want but it's still gonna hurt.

So I took over the phone app contraction calculator. At 1:11, I also called the midwife and stupidly said not to come yet but I wanted to let her know things had started. She half listened to me and got up and got things ready but just didn't start driving yet. She was wise. But this was the only time I had been able to call the midwife, normally I'm too in my zone and Craig has to do that. But this time between contractions, I was really alert and fine in our semi-lit living room and whenever a contraction started, I started my sayings. It was basically a prayer asking God to be with me and be my rod and my staff (something I hadn't practiced but had seen on pinterest earlier that day that really stuck with me. I mean, it's a popular psalm for a reason!) and thanking him for this blessing and for ordaining this day to be our baby's birthday. And asking for help/thanking him for bringing His peace to me so that I could not be afraid and allow my body to do what it needed. I wasn't reciting a memorized prayer but I used the same phrases each time. AND IT TOTALLY WORKED. I honestly can say I didn't feel any pain during first stage labor at all (FIRST stage. Second stage was a whole different ballgame). Yes, lots of pressure but no pain. It was crazy. Craig didn't even always know when I was having a contraction because I was just lying on the couch the whole time (I did flip from my right side to my left once or twice but never left couch) but he always found out quickly because I shushed him pretty quickly.

I've always struggled with prayer. I've done small group studies and read books and I do value a consistent prayer time but I would never say prayer was a strong thing for me. But I think even more than the no pain part, my memories of praying during this labor and my feeling like God was so close to me and listening will be one of the things I most remember.

And about 1:40 he called the midwives back and told them to come. At 2:20 the tub was ready so I got in. My contractions were about 1:15 seconds long and every 3 minutes but I felt like I probably had a long ways to go because I was still so alert and feeling fine and no pain yet. In fact, after the first contraction in the water, Craig took a picture of me laboring in the tub. It didn't turn out because lights were too low but I am smiling and I remember thinking "Oh, my Bradley book wouldn't even want me leaving for hospital yet if I can still smile). Well, that Bradley book would have been wrong!

I had three contraction in the tub and on the last one I felt pushy but didn't want to tell Craig that because I thought I was wrong.  Then I felt a lot of pressure and my water broke. I was a little curious beforehand how I would know if my water broke in the tub but it was very obvious. Like someone burst a water balloon inside of me, no real mistaking it. Then I felt like I really had to push but the midwives were not here yet and I was not comfortable birthing in the tub without them. So I frantically called Craig and I got out of the tub.

(Side note: We normally stop timing contractions once they get intense and C gets busy but since I was doing it, I kept going until I got in tub. So I know that between the app contractions plus the two before and 3 after. I had exactly 29 contractions before I started pushing. Not that it means anything but I think its neat to know)

This was the first pain of the night. And it was extreme. It was so hard to climb out and I needed to push but I was standing there and it was slippery and I was clinging to Craig. Finally we managed it and he put down towels so I could be on my hands and knees. Craig told me midwives were about 10 minutes away and I think we were both wondering if we'd be doing this alone - again.

This is where it always gets hard for me because, with the exception of Jonah's birth, I don't feel the urge to push until I've pushed for a while and baby is lower. My contractions pretty much stopped and while some of the birth books tell you to use this time to rest and regain strength before pushing but I'm only (kinda-sorta) comfortable on my hands and knees and I can't rest there. I remembering telling Craig I couldn't do this and he was like "oh, are you in transition?" and I snapped back something along the lines of  "No, I'm past that already. I just don't want to push without the urge to and its annoying" but probably more agitated and less understandable. I never really did have a classic transition phase where my first stage contractions were super close together or I felt overwhelmed emotionally speaking which is really cool. But pushing is not cool I hate pushing. But I also know it won't go away if I wait so I just forced myself to push anyway. Midwives arrive in a few minutes (2:50ish?) and start setting up and encouraging me.

This is where the true glory of a midwife comes in. I don't like a lot of hands-on help, especially during first stage and I can't really verbally communicate anything, but my midwives always seem to know when I do and don't need that and offer it accordingly. And I think Craig can pick up on that too. He starts rubbing my arms and encouraging me. They get me a few sips of water. Every time they check on baby with doppler and I hear the heartbeat I get a renewed sense of energy because I want to meet this kid and be done with all this laboring. Finally I start to feel the urge to push more and the ring of fire coming. The head is out and then - another sticky shoulder. Last time with Norah's sticky shoulder, they helped me put my leg up real quick and with just a little bit of help from the midwife, she slid right out. This time, no such luck. We tried one leg up, we tried the other. I'm pushing with all I have but baby doesn't seem to be moving. I have no idea how long it was but probably 2-3 minutes. It felt like an hour.

And then he was here! And a boy. We hadn't found out the gender in advance but that now makes my record 4/4 at correctly anticipating what we'll get. This time, I was more guarded at saying it out loud because 1) little pitchers have big ears. I have never really understood that expression despite my mom using it all the time but I didn't want the kids to think it was going to be one way and be upset if it wasn't and 2) I knew I really wanted a boy and was worried I only thought it was a boy because I wanted a boy and I didn't want to be disappointed. I'm pretty sure if we had a girl I would changed my opinion in about 1.5 seconds and never looked back but I did really want this little guy to be -a  guy.  Anyway, back to the story.

So at 3:11, Jude Norman enters the world and he is perfect.  We get onto bed and cuddle. Kids wake up and come out to meet him. Later on Lucy tells me she had a dream I was screaming :-) She also tells me Norah woke up but she told her a story so she would stay in bed and they fell back asleep until Jonah woke up and needed to pee and then they all heard a baby crying so they came out. Lucy got to cut the cord and the midwife shows them the placenta and the remaining sack and explains it all. This first "golden hour" is one of the moments I visualized during labor too because it's honestly one of my favorite times of my whole life. Everyone just happily rejoicing and moving about but I'm just sitting there, on an hormonal high, holding this new person I love so much.

I nurse for a while but I did tear so Craig does some skin to skin while they fix me up. Kids go back to bed around 4am and Norah tells me that she "covered her head and her baby duke (lovey) with a blanket because she didn't want to see all the noise. The midwives and baby were too noisy". Around 6, we've all eaten and I'm back in bed nursing the baby and the kids wake up again. All that is left is to check this baby boy out. Craig, the three midwives and I all make our weight guessing. Mine was 9lbs2oz the week before he was born and I stick with it. The midwives are all up in the 9s but higher than me. I've already told Craig he looks like a little football player. But we are still all shocked when he ends up 10lbs6oz! Norah was my second biggest baby at 8lbs8oz which is not too shabby either but still quite a bit smaller. All his measurements are just big (14.5 in chest!)  Then the midwives head out and our new lives as a family of 6 begin!

My one and only attempt to put newborn clothes on him. Craig's to-do list for the next day had one more item than expected: switch out newborn clothes for the next size up. 

Ah, 0-3 months sleeper. That's better. 

Norah's a fan. Maybe a little too much of a fan at times but she loves to tell me about the baby but keeps forgetting his name and mostly uses the pronoun "her" even though she knows he's a boy so we have a lot of these conversations. 

Norah: Her is such a cute baby. What is her name again?
Me: HIS name is Jude.
Norah: I love our wonderful newborn Jude. Her has tiny ears. Her has tiny sounds. But that belly button is dis-gusting. 

Jude: Cries (this happens a lot. He's not the happiest baby I've ever had)
Norah: Looks at Craig
Craig: Is baby Jude crying?
Norah with a matter of fact look: Crying is how babies talk.

An often cranky Jude means we don't have many sibling photos yet but hopefully we will soon. 

Norah: What is dat baby's name?
Me: Jude. 
Norah: Baby Jude is not in your tummy. He just popped out yesterday while I was sleeping.
Me: Yeah, sorta. 
Norah: Pokes my stomach then rubs it. Now your tummy is soft. So so soft. No baby inside. So so very soft. 

Lucy: I don't think your belly looks like you just had a baby at all.
Me: Gives her hug (thinks: You're my new favorite child :-)

Lucy loves that they were both born on their due dates and that he has slightly darker hair like she does. Jonah is so excited to have a brother. That night when Craig prayed, he thanked God for Jude being a healthy baby and Jonah added "and that he's a brother." Norah just thinks he's the perfect baby doll toy she's ever had. They are all being great helpers and fetching my snacks and water and things I need but when I called Craig and asked him to bring me Jude from the baby swing, I heard a "I can do it!" and tiny feet running and let's just say we'll be keeping a sharp eye on the newest big sister around here.


One month to go!

I love how people say "Oh, after your first pregnancy, don't the next ones just seem to fly by?"...no, they don't. They drag on and on. But I did want to document a bit about poor neglected baby #4's pregnancy and my feelings on pregnancy in general.

One of the few pictures of me in this pregnancy. I know I'll look back and wish I had more and I don't mean to avoid them but it just happened. This was actually several weeks ago. I wish I could tell you the mirror looked cleaner now but it doesn't. Keeping a mirror cleaned in a kid's room in pretty much impossible so I don't really try anymore.

Things I hate about being pregnant:

- Almost everything physical. I'm not a glower. I throw up a lot. Then when the nausea starts to go away, the anemia picks up. Throw in a lot of shots and 50-60lbs of weight gain and it's just not fun. This time specifically, my body has added sciatica pain and a few too many braxton hicks. Fun times...or not. But I just had my last blood test this past weekend and I'm off of Progestone shots so after 16 blood draws and probably 50 or so progesterone shots, I should be done with all the pricks and pokes!

Things I love about being pregnant.

- The baby. Yeah, I'm still waiting on this part but I'm pretty sure it's going to be good.

- Tiny baby clothes and diapers. Tiny baby anything really.

- Seeing the kid's get excited about the baby coming. Norah actually asked me if I could open up my tummy and take the baby out. When I said that it wasn't time yet, she looked at my, pouted her lip and said "Why not?"...oh my goodness, the cuteness. Then later I think I could tell she was thinking and asked me how the baby comes out. I gave her a very brief, two year old appropriate description and she looked at me and said "That's kinda icky"

- Going places and having a random shooting sciatica pain or Braxton Hicks contraction take me off guard. I often make a sound or a face or just have to adjust my weight to the other leg really quickly and people notice. And panic. Like a baby is just going to fall on the floor right in front of them. The pain isn't fun but if it's going to happen, I'd rather it happen in a way that freaks people out.

- Going places alone and having someone ask sweetly "Oh, is this your first?" and getting to reply "No, it's my fourth actually" and then watching them try not to look shocked and just respond nicely. Actually, some people do respond politely - mostly people that had a larger number of kids or had a lot of siblings and like to share their experiences. That's fun too. But honestly, not quite as much fun as the people that just stand there with their mouths open before finally stammering out "oh, that's a lot."

So basically I'm a in real life troll.

- Laughing at the ridiculousness of some of the situations I find myself in. Like a few days ago. Now what you need to know is that I did something to my knee yesterday and am having a lot of pain. I'm not sure if I just twisted it or it's a joint flare up that I sometimes get with my Hashimoto's but my levels are really good right now so I'm hoping its just a temporary thing. I promise this is important to the story.

So tonight I went to take a bath. Then I realized the bath was clogged again (Gotta love old houses. And I do love mine but this particular bathtub issue is like George Bailey's staircase. It's unfixable.) so unless I wanted to take a bath in Norah's leftover blue bathtub water (she's a big fan of these), I needed to go downstairs to the shower.

This took a few minutes because stairs and a hurt knee doesn't really work well together but I made it. Then while taking a shower I wanted to shave my legs because the next day was church and I really only shave on Saturday night when hugely pregnant so the situation is desperate. This would be hard for my at this point anyway but with one bad knee, it's pretty much impossible. So I sit down in the shower. Very logical decision. Then after my legs look decent, I realize I have to get up again. But I can't. So I'm on my hands and knees. I try to lift and bend my bad knee but I can't push up on it. I can't push up on my other knee because that puts weight on my bad knee and it's not like I"m on a cushioned carpet. No, I'm on a solid as a rock cast iron shower floor. I'm pondering what to do when - I sneeze. Now, sneezing is not a big deal except when you have had really bad pregnancy rhinitis for the last two months and almost any sneeze will cause a bloody nose. Which of course, this did.  And even a little blood in a shower ends up looking like Psycho. And I can't reach the faucet to turn the water off.  It's everywhere.

Then Norah comes in and tells me she's pooped in her nighttime pull-up. I can see her try and take it off to sit on the potty but that will not end well so I keep calling to her to "Stop, go find daddy! Go tell daddy you need help!" She keeps saying "No, I pooped. I need to sit on potty. Mommy help me" and she's not understanding that I can't. I guess she thinks I'm just sitting in a shower covered in blood for fun but I'm beginning to panic that she's going to end up getting poop everywhere by attempting to do this on her own. Finally she leaves. (Sidenote: But she did not in fact go tell Craig. She went to play. A fact I did not discover until later and which created a mess but probably not as big as the bathroom one would have been and Craig was nice enough to deal with it).

Okay, she's gone now and I have a plan. I will just crawl (gently, because it hurts my knee) out of the shower onto the bathroom rug where there is a bit of floor cushioning and I use the toilet to help me up. And then get some toilet paper to stop my nose from gushing. It's a good plan. Except Norah has left the bathroom door open and the dog has come in. She's not allowed in the bathroom and is super excited to explore so isn't about to leave on her own. She's also tends to jump and wrestle when she sees anyone sitting or lying on the floor. This is mostly an issue with the kids but I know if I open the door, she's going to be right on top of me. Naked bloody me. This is all going down hill fast. So what do I do? I laugh. Hysterically. Because what else can I do?!? And eventually Craig figures out the dog is missing and comes to rescue me by dragging her away. My crawling plan works and a few minutes later I'm dressed and unbloodied and sitting and protecting my knee again.  Somehow I don't feel relaxed and refreshed from my nice shower but I at least I can go to church the next day? Ah, pregnancy. Fun times!


June Fun Photo Dump

June has been a busy (and super hot) month but we have managed to sneak in some fun. The kids wanted to have a "family date" for Father's Day and suggested a picnic. I saw the weather was predicting 96+ that day so steered them toward a watery location for said picnic. This isn't our normal "watering hole" but it was a lot of fun. One section was quite deep so Lizzy got to try actually swim (she's a fan), the kid's got to fish with nets (also fans!) and Craig and I just spent a lot of time keeping people from drowning and taking them potty. But Mother's Day and Father's Day aren't really about us at this stage are they?

All I really wanted was a decent picture of the three kids and their dad. Well, I got some pictures. I'll leave you to decide if they are decent. (I haven't gotten around to editing them yet. If I waited for that, I'd be posting this in October :-)

And for those of that you that follow me on Instagram, you might notice I don't seem to post as many of Jonah as the girls. But as you can see, he doesn't quite seem to grasp the concept of staying still for a photo. So if I'm using my phone camera instead of my nice one like here, it's just no match for him and he's pretty much a blur. But he's my blur, so that's okay. 

I also finally managed to get some pictures of Lucy's playing softball. It took my until the last game to 1) remember to bring the camera and 2) remember to charge the battery the night before. 

This was Lucy's first year of softball and she had a great time. The league was run by a local church and did a great job teaching the kids the basics but making it fun.They also have all the kids on the field at once and multiple coaches so it's a bit messy looking but she actually learned quite a bit this year about how the game of softball works. And despite the really hot season (seriously, May isn't even summer but I think every game but the one where we were sitting in the rain was 85+), it was a lot of fun to watch her. Because at this age, it's fun when they are good - and its fun when they aren't. 

Lucy got to be on the same team as three of her good friends. I don't normally show pictures of other people's kids on this blog but I figured this one was okay.

Pre-game prayer

Instead of parents bringing snacks, each kid gets a ticket for a free snowcone from the snow cone truck in the parking lot. I was a mean mom and made Lucy wait and get one every third week so everyone could have one. They all had fun learning about the joys of Tiger's blood. 

Lucy also had a week of Art Camp. It was her first day camp experience and she was nervous about being gone from 9:30-3:30 but she had such a great time that by Tuesday she was already requesting to do a second week. Next year we might have to make that happen. 

This self portrait was her favorite piece but I think she mostly just enjoyed trying new media styles and getting to spend all day every day all week doing art without  any little siblings interrupting her or messing up her projects. It can be hard to be the eldest. 

Lucy wasn't the only one who had a busy month. The highlight of Norah's month was probably the penny swallowing incident. All's well that ends well but hanging out at an ER isn't my preferred way to spend a bunch of money on a Saturday night. It came right after her Poison Ivy incident which is why her face looks all swollen. 

This girl keeps my on my toes. Good thing she's cute. 

Craig also took the bigger kids to the rodeo again. I still am not sure if they enjoy it because of the events or because they like picking out a fair snack that contains almost 0% real ingredients. 

We finished off our month yesterday with a bit of blueberry picking. It was a late year for berries at our local place so it was a bit on the hot side but we got there early and got a good haul. 

Oh wait, I do have some pictures of Jonah. Apparently he stole my phone and had a grand old time. Mostly videos (that he clearly thing are pictures because I hear him telling his sisters to stand still and smile :-) but a few selfies as well. So I guess we know where Norah learned her stinker skills!

And that was our June. How was yours?