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Adjusting & Lots of Sibling Love
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It's always easier with the village. I had wonderful people make things for the baby & drop off food. Mom, Troy & Lisa all came to play with the kids. Mr Smith always gives me a third hand. I let the kids watch a ton of TV, but we also are lucky enough to enjoy good weather now. They've made use of the water table, Jeep & their bikes. I know they have felt some neglect, but they are lucky to have each other. We spoil them once in awhile with treats or late night shows to show we care, ha! Dad took Dallin on the father/son campout about two weeks in. The novelty hasn't worn off of having our own baby. Dallin copies Lexi and she dotes on the baby constantly. They always want turns holding her. We still haven't figured out how to keep the older two from crawling into our bed at night. So it's just one big party by 5AM!

First Sunday, Mother's Day + End of Soccer
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Was a complete fail! Haha. And I didn't get the photo I wanted, but here is to hoping for a better future. (the second Sunday was MUCH better although we still haven't managed family photos). I know expectations typically ruin things, but I decided we could go for sacrament meeting & as soon as Dallin peed 1 minute into walking out the door, I regretted even getting dressed. I melted down. Here is how the rest went: I was already invested so I just changed him (fussing) & we left. Missed sacrament (the reason for going). As soon as we sit down Becca poops, screams & then I find myself nursing in the mother's lounge regretting most of it. I wanted Lexi to be able to sing to me, but she didn't even get to do that, ha! The picture below of Dallin tells all. The truffles saved me & I took way-past-tired Dallin & Becca home after sacrament meeting. A mother's life. At least soccer season is over now, no more obligations! Mr Smith & I had our frustrations out headed to the game (my point: sometimes I want to just depend on him to take care of things; his point: just take care of it instead of whining) & we were late for the first game & ended up on the wrong team, but none of it is worth the fight. Although idk if the finale was great, the season as a whole was good since I think she liked soccer in the end, learned how to hustle & push herself. I'm proud of her sticking it out. She was just happy to be on a team scoring goals, even if it wasn't her. We kept thinking defense seemed to come more naturally. We left sunburned & moving on. I'm debating about a gymnastics camp.

 
 


 
 
 
 


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