I didn't want anyone to think that maybe I had not posted because I had some secret I was hiding. NOPE, nothing new. Still waiting.
Or perhaps I am the only one STILL thinking about a baby. That very well could be the case. My mind and heart are trying so desperately to figure out where to be...hold out hope, or completely forget this idea and move on? I guess right now I am just trying not to focus on it and busy myself with stuff around the house and enjoying the kids and my fabulous hubs.
I don't even know what to pray for in regards to #4. Does that sound awful? But when I start honestly sharing my heart as I know that God asks me to, I can't help but feel high maintenance and have lots of questions I may never get answers to...and then that leaves me in a pit. Instead, I have chosen to keep my thoughts and prayers on my blessings.
Cooper is getting SO big, he has lost that little toddler look in his cheeks and his face seems to be turning into that of a young boy. He is still a such a softy inside, but at first he seems ever so sure of himself and strong. He's really not.
The lifeguard told him at the pool the other day to not dive in the 3 ft water (right after his mommy told him this). He was totally ignoring both of us, cuz ya know, that's what 3 year olds do...and the lifeguard got up and called out his name and came close to him. She wasn't being mean or getting on to him...she was just trying to protect him. He totally started crying. It broke my heart and once again reminded me how tender he is, even when he wants to appear so tough.
He is still really into Batman and Buzz Lightyear. He is a sensitive sleeper...hates to be woken up, but also hates it when Owen gets up and leaves him sleeping (reminds me of a sister of mine!) He is FAST! This kid can almost outrun Owen, he is extremely athletic and can play golf, basketball, baseball...you name it and he's pretty sure to look good doing it. He is sassy as all get out, but I give it to the age more than anything else. Let's just say we've been using plenty of hand soap to wash our mouths out for sassing our parents 'round here! Every time I do it, I can't help but remember my daddy doing this to me.
He's such an incredible kid...loves his sister so much he can't quit kissing her and playing with her. He's brave and trusts me when I ask him to do new things. He still can't say "Old Navy" and when he tells me of his brothers underwear choice for the day, he says "Mom, Owen is wearing Old Lady underwear!" I can't help but just about bust a gut laughing. Its the cutest thing ever. He LOVES doing everything himself and takes such great pride in it. As wonderful as this is, it does call for more patience on my part, and some explaining to others around us. I am used to letting Cooper do things for himself and go at his own pace, but others around us see him and want to help him. So they ask, "Do you need help buddy?" To which my adorably cute munchkins growls "NO!" as ugly as he can.
I could talk about Cooper all day. I could talk about any of them all day. They bless me to pieces. Each and every part of them, their curls and doing their beautiful hair, their fingers and toes and how they are all peach on the palms and soles. Their lips and lashes. I am absolutely and completely obsessed with these three and I still can't believe that I get to be their mommy.
So with my wandering mind and heart wondering what in the world God is doing with our family, I can't help but constantly go back to how we got here and rest easy knowing He knows what's best for our family.