Happy Days

There have been some moments in the past couple weeks that have caused me to do a double-take, catch my breath and praise God, again, for this beautiful life.

This moment is kind of happy and sad. Look at all these babies in a row. But, sadly, they are also all sporting their "train video on YouTube" antennae.
Matt says I can't win them all.

 Sarah has been growing and wanting to stretch her wings quite a bit lately. She asked me last week if she could go take a run around the neighborhood alone.

Nope! But DAD CAN TAKE YOU IN THE MORNING!

She was so excited that she had trouble falling asleep that night. She laid out their clothes on her floor and told Matt to get ready, because she was going to run for a really long time.

The next morning.
 No, Matt is not wearing war paint. It's spackle dust from the schoolroom, of course.

Teaching Sarah the importance of stretching.

Coming home.

Rosy cheeks and more bonded than ever before.

Sarah teaching Matt the importance of re-hydrating.

 Also, we just discovered that carseats expire...and that our infant carrier met its untimely demise in December of 2011. So we ordered a new one as quickly as we could, worried that it wouldn't get here before our bundle of joy arrived. Little did we know that human pregnancies could last this long...

Right! Sorry! Focus, Anne.

 

So the UPS guy in the Big Brown Truck came and dropped off this delicate box for the children to mutilate into submission.
Matt got out his Gerber to cut the box open, but I told him to put it away...this was going to be good.
The children jumped on it and kicked it (boy, I hope that doesn't hurt the warranty) and had a jolly good time.

Then my tiny engineer, brilliant Joseph, found the seam and the tape to pull.
Smarty pants.

This was the last picture I have of that poor box.

Oh no, wait. THIS is the last picture I have of that poor box.
Yes, Sarah is still inside.

Sooooooo... pregnant forever and not-at-all hormonal or emotionally-revved Anne decided that she didn't like the fabric on the new carseat.

And she made Matt put the old cover on the new seat.
Oh, Anne, so NOT vanilla of you.

Then I borrowed Rose Karen and plugged her in, just to practice with the new buckle.
Then I cried because I just love babies.
Then Matt said I had had enough excitement for one day and needed to go to bed.
Happy, Happy Days.