The Fever...

This summer, our youngest child, Eve, will turn three years old. Pictured here, she was by far the most joyful and pleasant baby we have had the pleasure of parenting. Don't get me wrong--our three other children were fabulous babies as well, but as an infant, Eve was the easiest and most flexible child to take places, regardless if the travels interrupted her nap time. She was a precious, precious, precious baby. Now that she has grown and is in the depths of toddlerhood, I can honestly say that she has transformed into an energetic ball of fire that frequently needs to be hosed down in order to maintain order. Nevertheless, she still holds the Baby of the Year award in our book.

Due to the age of our four children, our family is at a stage in our lives where we have much more adaptability and can go places that the whole family can enjoy. We have, again, reached that point in our lives in which Jon and I can leave the children with a babysitter and I can actually enjoy myself instead of texting the caregiver every five minutes in order to be assured that the children are safe. We are at a perfect time in our lives that we can give our children the time they need and truly enjoy one another. With that being said, I can't help but to feel overcome with the fever. Ladies, you know what I am talking about...baby fever.

With four children ranging in ages from 10 to 2, most women would say that I have completely lost my mind, but I can't help but feel this way. I have been blessed with four healthy, exceptional, caring children yet I still feel this gaping hole in my life for one more child. I am 35 years old which, nowadays, is not "old" for having a baby, but combined with the fact that I have four other children to care for, it is an issue that requires attention. Perhaps it is the desire to birth a child for Jon to carry on his name or it's the simple fact that I cherish the experience of feeling life living inside me, being able to feel the tiny kicks of the life that God has blessed me with, and the pinnacle of holding that gift for the very first time knowing that I have just experienced a miracle. Whatever the reason, I can't get this thought out of my head, no matter how hard I try...

Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned...

It has been over a year since my last blog post and since that time I have gotten a year older, a little bit grayer, quite a bit chunkier (although I do have to say that I wear the fluff quite well), a helluva lot more beautiful, and oodles sassier. In all seriousness, it has been a LONG time. While I am sure no one will read this since my loyal four followers have probably thought I got lost in blogland, some things that have gone on in the past year are as follows: I finished my Master's degree, taught a wonderful class of middle school MOID students, made connections with people I love, and have grown to accept differences in others in a way that I never thought I could. I am at a point in my life where I am completely grateful for my family and cherish each and every day I am given to experience life. With that being said, I leave you with this point to ponder-- who put the bomp in the bomp-a bomp-a bomp? Now that's deep...