Day sixteen.

Well, my darlings, we're sixteen days into this adventure, and holy cow, it all seems like a dream. Probably because I so badly wish I was fast asleep dreaming, but instead, we're sleep-deprived and dizzy. Such is the life! 

Friday, we three broke away. We finally broke away! I got brave enough (and hungry enough) to drive to Wendy's with two kids, by myself, with no help. And it went so well that we went to the bank, too. And to get the first shaved ice of the season! Tiger's Blood, baby. God bless us! It feels good to be alive.

It's hot as blazes here, and we're feeling like we're dying in this here house of ours. I just may make Jared buy us an air conditioner here soon. Because, seriously. 

Morg's latest favorite is sliding down his Fisher Price slide into his little pool bare naked. I even noticed last night that his little bum cheeks were sunburned! The kid won't keep his swimsuit on! I'm sure one of these times I'll catch it in a few photos, but for now, we can't stop laughing about it. Everytime he goes down and splashes in the water, he screams and says 'gosh dang it!', then hurries and does it all over again. He also has nightly daddy-son dates to the park down the road where he's learned to go down the big slide all by himself and he's even braved the big-boy swing by himself, too. He's always so nervous to leave Danny, though, and makes sure to kiss Danny's little head as soon as he comes home. It's amazing to me how sweetly and instinctively he's become a big brother whose at his baby's side whenever he's crying. He softly says, 'Hey, hey.' to Danny, to comfort him, just like daddy does, and rubs his toes and hands to soothe him. I've even found him singing parts of his favorite lullabyes to him a few times.

Danny's been eating and sleeping and crazy enough, smiling! He's been smiling since he was just one day old (even ask my mom!) and we can hardly believe it. He eats and smiles and sleeps and smiles and cries and smiles. And it's just about the sweetest thing. 

I swear his little face changes more each day. He still has long monkey arms and daddy long-leg fingers and has the funniest scowl! He also has the cutest eyebrows that he raises high up whenever he nurses, just like Morgan used to. It has made me so lonesome for my tiny baby Morgan, whose now so big I can hardly stand it. I keep pinching myself, trying to really believe that Morgan's over 2 1/2 years old, and that in 2 1/2 more years, he'll be five and kindergarten will be just around the corner. I think I may die when that day comes! (Heaven help mothers when their babies grow up!)

In the mean time, I'm trying to bathe in this sweet new sun and take it all in. Life is so good - exhaustive, emotional, and sleepy, but so so good. 

PS - I'm 'goaling' it this week to blog more, because, you know, this here thing is my journal, and heaven knows if I don't write it here, it will probably never get written. And years down the road, I'll be missing these days and I will have forgotten all the small, wondrous things I always close my eyes and tell myself to hold onto, and to remember. Here's to next week!

Xo.