Yesterday after Chloe woke up she seemed to be more clingy to me. She would cry ever time I left the room. She was also much more vocal yesterday. Monday and Tuesday she was very quiet but yesterday she was babbling more and just making more noise. She also ate much better yesterday. Emma went to bed last night about 8:00 and slept until 7:30. Chloe, Sam, and myself went to bed at about 9:30 and Chloe and I slept until 8:30 this morning. Chloe cried out twice last night but I think it was from Sam kicking her or bumping into her. Sam also wet the bed at 2:00 AM so we were up getting him changed. Emma is in a much better mood this morning. We actually have a busy afternoon. We are going up to take the kids to the zoo for a few hours. We are then going to the Social Security Office to apply for Emma's social security number. Then we are going to go by Jeremy's school to show off Chloe. Well I better get everyone ready to go. This will be our first official trip out of the house with all three kids.
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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