We (I mean me) survived the night! Emma went to bed at 8:30 and Sam went to sleep at about 8:45. Both of them went to bed on their own so there was not any fits from them. At about 9:00I wen in my room and laid Chloe down and she went right to sleep. She did not cry or anything. Emma was sleeping in our bed and I made a bed on the floor for Sam, also in my room. I thought for sure that Chloe would wake them up because bed time is usually a time she cries ALOT. All three kids slept great. In fact Chloe is still asleep. Sam is however getting on my nerves a little concerning his new morning routine. He has been waking up soo early. He knows that if he wakes up before everyone else he can go play in his room. He usually does good about that but the past week he comes in my room to wake all of us up. Well, Chloe is eating great and her little personality is coming out. She is starting to hold her own with Emma. She has been pushed down about 6 times the last few days. Chloe is playing really good with Sam and Emma and all their toys but she is my little shadow if I am walking around. Well Chloe just woke up.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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