My Hands in the Dirt

So, here's the dirt.

Simon turned 3 and totally uses the toilet now.
(I waited until he made the choice, and it couldn't have been easier.)
I made a tres leches cake for his birthday, and we had some family over.

He is our drummer, so we got him a new set for his birthday.

Simon took this picture of me doing my makeup when he and I were having some Simon-Mommy time outside.

Then Kyle turned 1.
He enjoyed his ice cream and opening presents.

I woke up one morning to sunshine and the birds singing so loudly outside my window.
Turns out the window was actually open.
Patrick made my raised garden bed that night.
I will be able to check my tomatoes and other plants from my own bedroom. Delightful!
The next day we crammed breakfast and then worked in the yard.
We laid grass seed in bare spots, dumped last year's compost in the garden.
I LOVE WORKING IN MY YARD.

Little Miss Princess also loves to climb trees and play outside.

Our house is all catawampus, because on another yardwork day, we discovered a busted water pipe.
We have to get new carpet, etc.
It still isn't done.
At least the guy wants to barter guitar lessons for part of it.

I just have this feeling like things are undone.
I haven't had my baby yet (not till August); house is undone.

I've had my hands in the dirt literally, but I've been going through life's dirt too.
It took me three weeks to get over a cold/sinus infection.
Friends and family offered positively overwhelming support.

Here are some cute cousins drinking milk.

Next day our family went to the temple in Oklahoma City.
I'm grateful for the uplifting perspective I received from the temple experience.
It always uplifts me and reminds me that I am a beloved daughter of a wise Heavenly Father.

How's that for a smattering of a post?
This writing represents the best of prego-brain functioning.