Being an Aunt is serious business.

I am an aunt. I take that job seriously. I love my nieces and nephews whole-heartedly and unconditionally. And I'm serious about being the favorite...

Yes, I know they have other aunts and they can think that they are the favorite too, but THIS aunt is gonna believe I am the favorite. haha!

As our family grows with more little ones, I love each one just as the others. I love their naughty stages (it's way more fun than my own children's naughty stage) and I love their individual personalities.

My aunt heart is sad today. My sister and her husband had been chosen for an adoption and I fell in love the minute I heard about this baby boy that was joining our family. I've seen his songram pics, helped pick out his coming home outfit and prayed for his safety and his journey to join our family. (which was to happen in a couple days) Last night, my sis called to let me know that they would not be bringing home my nephew. His birth mama has decided to parent. I miss him.

I sing praises to our Heavenly Father that this baby is LOVED and wanted and that my sister's love played a role in all of that. I just miss him.

So, baby boy, I am praying that there is an Auntie in your life that adores you. One who will think of you often and pray for you and love you. One who will play with you and defend you when you're naughty.

Thank you, Lord for this baby's life. Thank you for allowing our family to pray for him and love him. And thank you for his mom, thank you for the love she has for him.

How many??? I DON'T KNOW!!!

So, I'm a terrible blogger.... really really bad! I think of something to write every day, but forget to do it every day!!

Life is flashing by at the moment! I am almost 35 wks along with our #4! My little sister just had her beautiful baby girl and I have another sister anxiously awaiting the arrival of another for their family as well. I am in auntie heaven!

What I find funny is the number of people in my life who are truly disturbed by the addition of so many children. It stuns some people to hear the number of grandchildren that my parents are blessed with (and continue to be blessed with). I am always surprised by comments that my hubs and I get about our little family. Yes, we're about to have our fourth. Yes, we WANT this child. And NO I don't know if we're "done" yet.

My favorite comments are things like, "you already have two boys and got a girl... why keep having more?" What does gender have to do with it? I love my boys and my girl, it's amazing getting to have both, but that doesn't have anything to do with how many children I have. Or how about, "Man, you guys are crazy!" .... um, ok. Call me crazy. I love my children.... insane.

And why on earth would anyone have a negative reaction to the number of children I have? I don't ask you to babysit... I don't rely on you to feed or clothe my kids... you're not losing any sleep over their existence...So please tell me why in the world do you feel the need to comment negatively about how many children I will be having?

This post is sounding angry... LOL And I am not angry. Simply confused. Confused by peoples lack of love and joy for each other.

So, here I am, big and pregnant and ready to meet this baby boy who will bring more joy and insanity to our home!

Update! I promise to get better!

I have fallen off the blogging wagon!! I have got to get better!We are in the swing of things with homeschooling now! I am 20 weeks along with our baby BOY!!! And it's busy photography season! There is so much to catch up on, but for the moment I will just say that Life is Good!And thanks for checking on me Anna-Lou! :-)

A funny conversation

I'm not much of a texter, but my little sis and I were chatting a bit the other night, here's our conversation that shows that we are both pregnant and a little spazy...

sis: Did you see the show about celebrity nanny school??

me:No! I was busy eating in the kitchen.

sis: Come bring me food! I'm so hungry but everything here is g-ross and we have no food.

me: I just ate 2 bowls of Pops cereal... I don't even like Pops cereal. Need a donut.

sis: haha mmmm. donut sounds good.

That's it.... ugh. now I need a donut.

Pregnancy Induced Irritations....

I find that throughout each of my pregnancies there are things that really bug me. Smells... oh my word... the SMELLS! Here's just a few smells that I can not stand right now:

-my own deodorant (why? I don't know.)

-pee, as in one drop of "miss the toilet" pee from one of my sons

- Most food, the list is too long

-seafood are at the grocery store

Another weird irritation... all things electronic! HA! Like cell phones, tv's, computers, they all bug me right now. As I type, I'm getting queasy. I'll have to quit soon. What is with that??

BUT, let me say this: I am honored to be pregnant. I'm overjoyed to carry this little one for 9 months (more like ten, but who's counting?) I am always humbled when I look at my children and know that there are women out there who would gladly endure anything just to carry a sweet little life. So, while my irritations seem to overcome me momentarily, I am blessed.

A little announcement...

I love their little hearts and minds

We're house hunting right now, we need a home. It's been a frustrating and not so fun journey. However, we KNOW that God has the right home for us and we are excited about what He has in store for us. Through the stress, it's nice to hear things like this from my kiddos:

O (my oldest): "Mom, I'm going to make a bunch of money. I'll make tons so Dad can be home for like 50 years! Wouldn't that be nice mom? No work for Daddy for like 50 years?! .... Is that a long time mom? Or is that little like nap time?"

"Mom, can we give this house to someone who needs it?" (referring to our little rented town home). I assured him that someone else would love our place as much as we have because it's a good home and our landlord is the nicest guy ever.

When talking to out children about house hunting and while visiting homes we've had lots of great comments! Things like,

"Mom, this house smells funny. We won't buy it if it stinks, right?"

"MOM, I HAVE to go POO POO!" (from my middle son at EVERY home because he wanted to sit on every toilet.)

"If we buy this house can we have their toys?"

"Where are the people that live in this house now gonna live?? Are they going to take our old house? We can switch, mom. That'd be nice."