Time flies...

when you're pregnant/exhausted/mom-to-toddlers/in the summer. I can't believe it has been a week since I posted. I've had plenty of adorable stories of cute things the boys have said or done, but I haven't had the energy to post about them. We just had a great weekend with Auntie Storm and cousin Isabelle who were in town for Auntie Lindsey's baby shower. It is so fun how Carter and Isabelle always jump right back in where they left off no matter how much time passes. Constantly holding hands and even leaving Coen out of some of the fun now. We've hit that stage of "older kids" and "little kids" (Yes, they are only 13 months apart, but Carter makes it clear that Isabelle is HIS friend and Coen is just the LITTLE brother). Hopefully Bronson and Coen will form their own little bond when they get together next.

 Coen is keeping me on my toes finding new ways to potentially hurt himself. He is still running through the house full-speed without watching where he is going and climbing on furniture. He now is constantly seeking out furniture to jump off of and walking down the stairs without holding on to the railing. I scold him about these actions multiple times a day to the point that all I have to say is, "Coen, what is mommy going to say?" and he will fill-in the blank and scold himself. He still does it.every.day.


We're not only counting down to the 31st to welcome our little one, we are also counting down to September 7th, the day that Coen stepped off the plan in Portland and we became a family of 4. Weird that it has only been a year. Weird that one year to the day is our due date to welcome his little brother (our due date is the 7th, but the C-section is schedule a week prior). So much going on and so much to look forward to. For now, I'm pooped and this baby is trying to get out through my ribs.