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Oscar

Are you kidding me with this top picture? It makes me want to go wake him up right now so I can just stare at his cuteness. Oscar is 5 months old now! 5 months sounds way too old, I feel like I was just saying he is 4 months. At 5 months this is what we hear a lot about Oscar from Amelia: "Oscar just staring at me mom" and "Oscar just gave me a happy mile (smile)!" And from Maya: "Oxer really like me!"

 Oscar and his friend Trey

 Having fun with the flash. Amelia said about this bottom picture: "I don't like that one. Oscar look like a ocopus just staring."

 The best smile. And Maya's beautiful eyes. I love my baby boy.

Okay these next pictures are pretty cool:

Here we are pregnant, all of us due within 2 1/2 months of each other.

And here we are with our babies 6ish months later! (Miss you Steph!) Isn't that so fun? Such fun ladies to go through the baby adventure with!

Babies! Oscar was obviously thrilled with the photo shoot.

  Maya

My favorite Maya stuff these days: She and Amelia acting out the opening sister scene in Frozen (or Freezing as we call it in our house). Maya will try to wake Amelia up and word for word they do the scene, complete with Maya laying on Amelia and Amelia bucking her off onto the floor, followed by Maya climbing back up and whispering in her ear, do you want to build a snowman? And then they switch roles and repeat. I die. These girls are the perfect age for this cute movie.

A conversation I had with Maya one morning, when I finally went in and got her after she'd been calling my name for 20 min.

Maya: Do you like me?

Me: Of course I like you, I love you!

Maya: Well... I been waiting for you all day.

Best ever. And she says Well at the beginning of everything (so does Amelia, and I have since noticed I do it too, which is where they got it.) And Maya has a southern accent spin to it. The other day I asked if she was done with her yogurt. She said, "Well... you can have it mommy." Really? She thinks every time I ask if she's done it's because I want to eat her food.

Doing her "Following the leader" march. I can get them to do anything or go anywhere by singing "We're following the leader" from Peter Pan.

 Amelia

Four is a hard age. But it is also wonderful, rewarding, sweet, awesome, heart-warming. Amelia is all of those things. She makes me so happy. 

Yesterday we were at church and I am in the big Primary room with her (where all the kids age 3-7 meet). I just got called into the Primary Presidency so they called me up to the front of the room to introduce me. I stood awkwardly, waved a greeting to all the kids, then sat back down in the back with my class. Amelia was in the front and turned around to give me a big thumbs up and say, "Good job Mom!" It was the cutest thing ever and I cry every time I tell the story because Amelia is just my little buddy and as my sister said, my biggest fan. 

Another funny thing Amelia said. I asked her to explain to Maya what it feels like when you know you need to go potty. She said, "Well right when you feel the poopies (she means pee) dripping out, you run to the potty." No. That means you've waited too long!

 We're working on phasing out this under-bite "smile" she does for pictures.

Me

Five months postpartum. My hair is falling out in chunks. I'm feeling like I should be back on a normal exercise/eating healthy schedule and I'm just not there yet. These 3 kids really exhaust me. And they are too much to exercise with them all awake and with me, and the times they are all asleep, I am sleeping too! Or sitting around doing nothing because it feels good, and I deserve it! So we're working on it, we're getting there. In the mean time I feel down or bad about myself and I don't get in many pictures. And it's silly because that's just not like me so I just need to snap out of it. Getting there.

Juan

Work work work. Working from home a lot so we see him, but busy busy. Our weekends are vital, filled with fun and family memories. Last weekend we ordered pizza at 11 pm and just ate and talked until 2 am. Best date ever. I miss having him by my side every evening. But I do love missing him. I love that I get butterflies as I anticipate the next time I'll get to spend time with him. And I love that we both can buck it up and just work when we need to. It feels good to work hard.