Breaking the Fast

Yeah, no White Chrismas for us...

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season, filled with love, family, and peace. Seeing as Christmas has come and gone, that means two things for me. One, my favorite season of the year is over with (So sad. But I will not be taking my Christmas decorations down for a while. Noooo. I am going to stretch out this time of holiday cheer as long as I can....). Two, that I am officially done with my internet fast, Lentmas. I'm going to say, it was really nice. I was expecting to experience some sort of withdrawls or sadness with not having Facebook be a regular part of my life, but in all honesty, it was just, nice. I didn't feel this constant pull to be at the computer at all hours of the day or the incessent need to check it at regular intervals. I noticed that I was happier and not as, I don't know, down on myself or whatever, as I normally am when it is a part of my life. I'm thinking that this might be a more permanent part of my life, instead of a momentarily break for a small group assignment.

Moving on...

Christmas was wonderful and nice and sweet to be with my small little family. There's really nothing more that my heart could wish for during this time. Cue the photo montage....

Dear Sweet Kiddos

Christmas Eve

Clara, wearing her pretty Christmas Eve dress, asked where her wand was. Obviously, she's a princess....

My handsome boys

Christmas Eve night, complete with cookies for Santa

Santa came!

Coming down Christmas morning

Stockings

Present Mass Destruction

Tea Time

Diesel Works

There you have it! Now getting ready to bring in 2012!

One last post

Thanksgiving has come and gone. Though I didn't blog much of the many wonderful things that I am thankful for, my heart was at it's fullest-thankfulness-capacity that it possibly could be this past Thanksgiving. We had a quiet day spent preparing for the meal, complete with parade watching, flag football playing (okay, that was only my husband, but it sounds festive if I add it to my list, right?) and turkey eating. I made my first ever turkey and succeeded in completing my two goals- a. having it fully cooked and b. not burnt. It's a fine line, right? With these two things accomplished, I count it as a success. After dinner we scooted off to watch "The Muppets" which filled my heart up even more. (If you ask Dave, he'll give you a different story, but I thought the movie was sweet and dear). I can't really ask for more than that- a lovely, peaceful day spent with my little family. I am blessed. Here is the day in pictures:

We watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade on TV. As you can tell, my kids are doing their own parade complete with giant floating balloons. This went on for quite some time....

Operation Turkey begins....

My little turkeys.

Clara's thoughts on turkeys (doodle doo....)

Operation Turkey complete. You were a good friend, little bird, and very yummy in our tummies.

 

Let's eat!

Cheers!

Throwin' it back, apple cider style.

As you can see, it was a very lovely day. I am so thankful for so many things, and I know I didn't even get to complete my whole list of thankfulness. I'll give it a go now....I am thankful for my dear hubby, whose patience and grace toward me exceed anything I deserve...my sweet little Clara, for blessing my life with such joy and laughter and snuggles...Harry Potter....my health, which often I take for granted....my church for encouraging me in my walk with God in ways that I haven't been motivated in years...whipped cream....my family, including the one I was born into and the one I married into....dear, dear friends both from the West Coast and Mid West who are so treasured in my heart...and that's all for now.

My heart really is so full of gratefulness this year.

The small group that Dave and I are apart of is doing a "Lentsmas" or "Lentsgiving" or "I really forgot what they called it on Saturday night..." Basically, it's like Lent, but between Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. Each person in the group, as a couple, family, or individual, has to give up something beginining at Thanksgiving leading up to Christmas Day. Each person's thing to give up is an individual decision, and for myself, I decided to give up the internet. Well, I mean, most of the internet. I still am going to check my email, because in this day and age, how can you not? It does mean, however, that there will be no more brilliantly clumsily written posts from me until December 25. I know, it's a hard blow. But really, I think it will be good for me, to be more family focused than computer focused, because let's be honest, it is embarrassing how much time I spend on here.

So happy holidays, God bless, and I'll be seeing you soon!

(Four bonus pictures....)

Seriously kids, seriously? You melt my heart...

What? You've never seen a girl with a backwards football helmet, no pants, and big shoes push a stroller with a snowman in it before? You're weird.

Thanks to Dave (my brother) and Karly for getting me the last HP. You guys rock. I tried to get a picture with Dave and Harry together, but this was the best I could do. For some reason, Dave didn't want a picture with greatness. I don't understand it.

Speaking of...

The Spousal Wars continue...

Poor Harry. He's stuck in a hole in our wall in our walkway. Magic must get him out!

More thankfulness

And the list goes on...

10. Parks and Recreation. Seriously. This show makes me so happy. It's leaps and bounds above any other show on television right now and can't seem to go wrong. Tonight's episode was no different, and it looks like things are finally going in a good direction for Leslie and Ben. That makes me even happier. I think in some alternate universe Leslie and I are best friends because she loves whipped cream just as much as I do.

11. My sisters in laws. (Sisters in law? Sister in laws? Guh. I'm confused). I love my brother dearly and wouldn't trade him for the world, don't get me wrong. Yet adding these ladies to my life and family has been so wonderful. They have become some of my closet friends and I am so grateful for them in my life. Karly, Corie, Susie, and Sam (I mean, you're practically one, right?) I love you so!

12. The basics. You know, food, shelter, clothing. And by saying it that way, I am not taking any of those things lightly. God has seriously blessed my family with more than enough in those departments, but sometimes I forget that. Even when times have been tighter and we've been struggling in one of those areas, God has always taken care of us, more often than not in cool and unexpected ways.

That's were we stop tonight. Just a few more to add to my list.

While we are on the topic, what are you thankful for?



(Oh, and one more totally shallow thing to be thankful for...When we moved into our new house and got our internet and TV setup, the company somehow messed up and we have cable for a bit now. Yes, that's right, now I can watch Wizards of Waverly Place to my hearts content and Dave has ESPN. Can that could for like 12b?)

Hibernation

It's rapidly getting cold outside and winter is quickly drawing near. Life is starting to slow down and days are shorter and temperatures colder. Just as those bears out there are gearing up (or gearing down, I suppose one could say...) so I feel life is slowing down for us as we prepare for life indoors the next couple of months. Also slowing down is the number of posts I do a month. It seems a little backwards to me- in summer when we are busy out galavanting across the countryside, I have many post swarming around my head that actually make it to my blog. But now, even though life isn't as busy and things have slowly settled down, so has the frequency of my writing and posting.  I don't know why. Oh well.

I am still thinking of things that I am thankful for each day this month. I don't know what day it is, but I am sure that I have at least ten things that I need to write about relating to thankfulness. I am not going to do all ten now, but like I promised, there should be thirty by the end of the month.

1. Hibernation. I am so thankful for the slowing down of my world once fall and winter comes. This is something that I never experienced in always-sunny-California, yet having experienced it these past four years, I know that I could never go back. I love the changing of the seasons, seeing how vastly different the same landscape is between the different calendar months. I love that summer provides the opportunity for lazy days outside and many energetic expeditions, but even more,  I love the winding down of life during winter time. I love how life turns inwards, to my family, my home, my heart. I love the times to just sit inside and talk, curl up with a movie, or just sit and be. I am thankful for slowing down.

2. God. Cliche, no? But seriously. My path with God has gone in various states since college (When looking back, I look to college as "high" for myself spiritually), but within the last couple months things seem to be clicking a bit more, which hasn't happened in a long, long time. Realizing His complete love for me is something that I am trying to grasp once again, and it's a journey that for the first time in a long time, I am actually okay with being on.

3. Francis Chan. Not to be weird, but this guy says some powerful stuff. I know the Bible is the ultimate book, but other books can help to, right? Dave and I are going through "Crazy Love", and being only ten pages or so in, I am finding myself challenged by his words. Every now and then he suggests a video to accompany the reading, and if you have time, here was todays:



He would come and speak sometimes when I was at college during our chapel time, and each time I was left feeling provoked by his message.

4. My James. I am completely and utterly thankful for my little ball of energy and joy. Four years ago I never imagined that I would sit through hours and hours of Thomas videos and have my house transformed into Sodor Island on a daily basis, but here I am. I would not trade any minute of it. He's the best thing that has happened in my life (okay, okay, technically I should say God, or Dave, or something else, but whatever...) and I am so thankful for the joy and insight he brings me on a daily if not momentarily basis. I am thankful for his heart for people, his love for his sister, and yes, even his passion for trains.

5. Mom blogs. I mean, I wish I was as funny and creative as these ladies, but I am not. I am thankful for the reprive and grace that then give me (unaware) as a mom. Most importantly, I am thankful for the laughter they give me during my day. This one and this one are two of my favorites. I also love all my friends blogs too- they're just too many to link to here! But I love them all!

Okay, that's it for today, mostly 'cause James is up now and we probably have to watch a video. A Thomas video. And thats okay, since I am thankful for it and all, right?





**Edit** After I published this post, James came downstairs and  proceeded to spill my coffee everywhere over the end table, the couch, and his toys. I might have got a little upset with him. A little. Does that cancel out all the "thankful" things I said about him earlier? I mean, he was just hitting the side of the mug with a pencil saying it sounded like a train bell, so I shouldn't get too mad at him, right? Oh well. I did. We're better now though, in case you are wondering....

Thankfulness (or an attempt at it)

Nice knowing you, October. Apparently, November is the new kid in town and I have to be honest, I am not prepared for this changing of the guard! Seriously, where did fall go? I feel like summer wasn't that long ago, but judging from my apparent lack of tan (honestly, how pasty white can I get in two months??), fall has been here for a while. And with a quick look at the calendar, is almost on it's way out. How does that happen? It's like the Halloween to Holidays Death Spiral is officially here. You get all dressed up for Halloween and go trick or treating, and when you wake up the next morning, you are unwrapping gifts under the Christmas tree. That's how it seems, right?

Anyways, where was I going with this?


Hmmm....


Oh yes, Thanksgiving. Right. (I'm sure no one else sees the connection from my fall rant post above to Thanksgiving, but trust me, it's there). So I was reading a blog from a girl who I went to college with (which I don't know if she really knows that I read her blog- I mean, we lived in the same dorm and had some of the same friends, but I don't know if she would remember me. Is that a legal form of stalking? She just always has such fascinating posts. Am I being to honest here? Do any of ya'll do that? Read stuff from someone that you remotely know, but secretly? Again, I digress...) and she was posting daily something she's thankful for for the month of November. I thought it was a good idea. I do my share of complaining, and thought it would be a good practise to work on thinking thankful thoughts- not selfish or whiny thoughts. (If I spell practice like practise, does it make my blog more sophisticated? Yeah, I agree. It does).

Since today is November 4, I am four days behind, so will post four things that I am thankful for today.

1. A quiet house. After naptime, it was one of those evenings where the dinner, bath, books, bed routine just wore my out. I didn't have much patience or grace with my kids and was just worn out. I am thankful that right now, it is quiet. I can sit, type and unwind.

2. Our house. God completely blessed our socks off with this new place, and sometimes I just feel completely underserving. For so long home ownership seemed so unattainable yet was a huge longing on our hearts. We weren't expecting it to happen at this time in our lives, and the fact that it has makes me feel the  underserved love that God longs to give us. (Not that I would only know God's love for me if he provided a house, but you know what I mean, right?).

3. Sweaters. Seriously, is there anything better than a cool, crisp fall day, a good pair of jeans and a sweater? No.

4. Skype. I know that it's weird, but this little program has proven to be an awesome connection for my kids and my parents to use. When we uprooted from California to Michigan many years ago, I knew that I would miss my family and friends. That was a given. Once I had kids, however, I realized how sad it was for me that my kids wouldn't get regular interaction with my side of the family. This past summer we started to use Skype, and it has been so good for my heart (and hopefully my kids) to use this method of communication to form connections with my family. My mom has been awesome on Skype.  She always picks games and activities that the kids can totally engage with her 2,000 miles away. I feel good knowing that they understand who Grandpa and Grandma are and know them as someone more than people we see once a year.

Okay, there you have it! What are you thankful for? I don't think I'll be posting these every day, but I promise to at least have a list of 30 (or is it 31?) by the end of the month.

Moved In

It's true!

Nothing is in the old house, everything is in the new house! With a lot of grunt work, blood, sweat and (mostly mine) tears, we are all moved in! Yippee! The daunting task ahead just includes a lot of cleaning, unpacking, and completing a "house to-do" list that is about a mile long and will probably take years to finish.

A special shout out to all those wonderful peeps who helped, Jim, Ruth, Dan, Suse, Lang, Coleman, Rob V., my parents, and Erin. We couldn't have done it with out you, and are so very grateful for all your time and help.

We still don't have internet, but that's coming soon. So will pictures!

Sign at the dotted line...

So...

It's official. We're homeowers!

We put on offer on this house way back in August and we closed on it yesterday! We're excited to be starting this new chapter in our lives. We love our little log cabin already!

Also, that means we are going to be moving soon, which means I won't be blogging as much. We want to paint and prep the house as much as we can, then move in this weekend. I will post new updates when I can, but I can't promise when those will be!

Spousal Wars

Every marriage has their battles, right? Some big, some small. Some important, some trivial and petty. Dave and I have had our share of things to argue over throughout the course of our marriage. In the beginning, they were very insignifcant issues that would turn into a long, drama filled conflict that could take days to resolve. As we have hopefully matured a bit in our marriage, we have slowly evolved into a more civil way to get through our disagreements. We still have a lot of work to do, but progress is definitely moving into the right direction.


Except for one area.


Harry.


That's right. If you know me you know that I love all things Potter. If you know Dave, you know he despises all things Potter. And all things that fall under the creepy-small-creaturish-things that could have orange skin, pointy ears, or giant hairy feet (I'm talking to you Oompa Loompas, elves, and hobbits). He won't have anything to do with them. At all. Even with prodding, pleading, begging and the offering of incentives, my husband just won't budge. I don't know how we got paired up with this polar opposite view, but we did.

I bring this all up to show you the tiny battlefield that has been going on in our house for some months now. A while back, my dear friend Michelle got me this awesome Harry Potter figurine from a book store that was going out of business. He's dressed in his outfit that he wore in The Goblet of Fire during the Triwizard tournament. I thought it was sah-weet. Being a little naive, I placed my new HP statue on my dresser by my bed, thinking that would be an okay place for such an awesome imaginary guy to live. My husband had other plans- the moment he got home and walked into our room and a resounding "NOOO!!" echoed through the house. The battle had begun. Wanting to keep Harry safe, he would gradually pop up in different places arounnd our house in an effort to hide him from any destruction that could come his way. On the mantle, on the bookshelf.

Tonight when I was cleaning up after the kids went to bed, I realized that this war had more breadth and scope then I ever could imagine. Not playing nice anymore, I saw my dear Harry in the military grasp of some little green hands.

I know, it doesn't look good.

Those green men didn't know who they were up against though, and he was quicky freed from their tiny grasp. I have since hid him in another place, and took a picture which I think doesn't give away his location, but gives you an idea of what he really looks like.

Pretty intimidating, I know.

So far, I believe we are still on the offensive and making good progress. I know eventually my husband will break down and come to appreciate all things Harry as I do. For now though, there is a battle to fight and a war to be won. I'll keep you updated as new details come along....

***Edit: Before I even had time to post this blog, he had been found. Apparently the picture did give away his location. Rats. Some tug of war ensued and there was a brief moment when it looked like he might take a swim in the toliet. After I sacrifically intervened, he was then taken away and submerged into the fish tank. The fish didn't like him at all. He's now resting safetly at the hospital wing and will await his next deployment as soon as I can think of somewhere creative....

Cookie Monster

This video has not been manipulated or fabricated in any way. I promise this is how I found my child, completely unassisted by anyone but himself. He found out that I had some cookie dough in the refrigerator and took it upon himself to get some. In fact, he was so determined, he decided that the best spot to eat the confiscated cookie dough was right their on the ledge of the fridge. Only boys, right?

                         

Caught in the act. 

Not to be outdone by her older brother, I figured I would share a picture of my sweet Debly with her first-ever-ponytail. It didn't really last to long as the little wispies (wispys?) of her hair kept wanting to fall out, but darn gonnit, it was a ponytail! Now I am eagerly anticipating the day when I can do a french braid. (Corie, how old was Lily when I did hers? I feel she was this age. Maybe she just has better growing hair than Clara).

Can you tell it's a ponytail?

Fairlawn Way

I always thought that my grandparents had the coolest house. I mean, for starters, it had a pool. As a young kid growing up by no natural water sources (okay, there was the beach, but like I've said, I don't really like the beach), having a pool was a pretty sweet deal. It also was this house that seemed to be stuck in time. The moment you drove up that hill to their driveway and entered that house, it was like you were stepping back into the hey day of the sixties, big hair and all. No matter what age I was, five or fifteen, it always stayed the same. I knew that my grandma would have limeade in the refrigerator and she'd probably serve it to you in those bumpy blue glass cups. If you wanted a snack they would be in that tricky drawer that had the sliding cover on top. I knew that I could always go to my grandma's dressing area, play with her vanity, and look at all her awesome clothes, shoes and accessories. One of my favorite spots was the little nook in the back hallway that not only had a phone in it, but a big chalk board on the wall to write your messages. I remember loving to explore each room, for each held so much character within its walls. (And let's be honest, my grandparents were a bunch of pack rats, so they held a lot of stuff too). My grandpa had the house built with every nook and cranny used for a specific purpose. Even built into one of the walls was a hidden cabinet. If you pushed on the wall in just the right way, it would open, exposing shelves full of glassware and dishes (and to my childhood delight, candy). We called each bathroom by it's color ("the green bathroom", "the blue bathroom...") I think I could go on and on about this house, because there was so much to explore, so many places to go.

Well, I knew this day would come eventually. I mean, it had to. My grandparents passed away a while ago, and I knew that it would make sense for my dad and uncle to sell and put it up on the market. It's just sad once that day finally comes, you know? I know that I live far away so I can't even go see it, but it makes me sad knowing that it is the end of an era. Though it doesn't make sense, I had the thought that it would be with our family forever. I know I still have the memories- spending the night with them and waking up with Grandpa's scrambled eggs,  the kid parties, the high school times of hanging, my joint graduation party with my cousin Stacy, and so on...- but still. It's sad to see it go. Sad that eventually, Fairlawn will belong to some other family, not ours. I know the house is just a representation of every memory had and the physical things in life don't last...but, oh I don't know. I know I'm just rambling now.

This is the view when you first walk in the front door. That couch has always been there. Do you see how perfectly it fits the design? That's my grandpa.

The other view of the living room.

The fire pit. I mean, seriously, who has one of these? The couch was always a little scratchy though...

The kitchen. And do you see the little bronze box in the bottom centerish of the picture? That's part of the intercom system of the house. Again, who has that?

The sun room. And the pool table. Oh, the pool table.

The pool! And in the distance, the Rose Bowl.

This was my Grandpa's office. He had shelves that stored possibly every National Geographic ever printed.

Master Bedroom

The roof and front door. There is a spiral staircase that you can climb up and walk on the roof. Though I'm seriously scared of heights, I'd do it. Also, my brother and his friends would jump of the roof into the pool. Nice.

I'm never good at changes. I like my routine, and I like knowing things will be the same, even if I am not around to notice it. I'm sad that there is a chance the next time I go back to California, this will be different. I'm sad that my kids will never get to experience it like I did. Like I said before though, I know it is just a house. So why is it affecting me so? 

On the flip side, I know that my parents, aunt, uncle and cousins put in a lot of work getting it ready to sell, so I am thankful for all their hard work. Thanks you guys! 

Thanks for letting me share. I'm sure that none of this makes sense, but it feels good to write some of this down. When my dad first sent me the email with the property listing, I just started bawling. Part out of sadness, part out of, well, lets just say I was being a little too emotional for my own good.

(Note: The house hasn't sold yet, it just got listed. But the sentiments are all the same.)

Busy, busy, busy

Whenever I say we're busy, one song that always pops into my head is this Thomas song, "Busy Busy Busy..." It's rather quite annoying because I only know a couple of the lines and the song is sung by little British kids, and I can't recreate their accent at all.



(Even as I was searching YouTube for this video, James heard the music and came running over. We had to watch the whole thing. It's in my head again now! Is it in yours?)

Busyness is a theme around our house though, to be sure. Though fall is my absolute most wonderful time of year, it also exsists as being my absolute most busiest time of year. I don't really understand how that can coexist that way, but it does.

For my husband, fall means of course football. The coaching of it, watching of it, fantasy footballing of it, and perhaps even playing of it himself. Which I love. It is one of his biggest passions. It just means that he's super busy. I was at a baby shower this past weekend, and I met a lady whose husband is both a football and track coach and she has four kids. When we introduced to each other as having football coach husbands, she said "So you don't see your husband until November too?" It was so funny and dear. I feel that a lot of people really don't understand how busy you can be, when your husband is a coach. It's definitely a lifestyle. Though it does take a lot of time, there is nothing better than a cool crisp Friday night sitting in the stands watching my husband do his thang. I'm so proud of him, and proud that he puts himself into whatever he is passionate about. Besides coaching, he has the usual school where he is the teacher and grad school where he is the student. I don't know how he does it all. I have one too many loads of laundry to do and I loose my schmidt- he has 1,800 things to do and keeps his cool.
For me, I find myself busy 'cause my husband is. Does that make sense? I think I talked a little bit about it above, so I don't need to reiterate it here. This past weekend I helped throw a baby shower for one of my dear friends, and that took a lot of time. I think I did my share of baking for the next four months. I've never seen so many mini muffins in my life! The shower turned out nice and I do hope that she felt blessed. We  also have the normal daily stuff with kids.  This weekend I am running the Dances with Dirt in Hell with my husband, uncle, cousin, and a friend of Dave's. It's a 100k relay through woods and swamps and lakes. Suffice to say, we won't be exactly "clean" once we are done running (And yes, the city where this race is held is called "Hell." Go figure).

For James, I don't know when he's not busy. He's busy learning to spell new words, and we recently got some school workbooks to go through the alphabet and such which he gladly does each day. He is of course busy playing with trains, which if any of you are wondering, is still a big passion for him. Lately, I've been okay with that. I'll be honest, at times I thought that trains (more specifically Thomas) were sorta lame and dopey and I would try to encourage him to get into other things like pirate or dinosaurs or something. I realized that this is who my boy is and I only have these couple of very short years when he is into something as dear and sweet as trains. I guess I'll stop trying to change him or to make him like something "cooler" and just let him be, trains, Thomas, British songs and all.

For Clara, she's busy learning new words and colors. She's in the stage where she'll closely repeat any word or phrase that you ask her to repeat. Her vocabulary has about doubled or tripled (I don't really know if that's mathematically true- I just know that she knows alot!). She loves colors too, specifically yellow and blue. (Or as Clara would say, "lelow" and "lboo"). If she doesn't know the color, she's just say "purlpuh" for purple. I suppose any non-yellow or blue color falls into purple into her mind. She loves animals and has a particular fondness for ducks. Luckily, we live mere minutes away from the Bird Sanctuary where there are ponds and ponds full of ducks and geese for her to feed. We do this often, if you're wondering. She loves Elmo, and has been sporting some really cute pig tails lately. As a mom who couldn't wait for my daughter to have long hair so I could do it, I am beyond excited.

That's us in a very large nutshell. I suppose I was very long winded today, no? Well, things are about to get even busier for us, so I thought I'd give ya'll something to read as I don't know when I'll be able to update next!

How is your fall going? Is it busy for you too?

A few photos to share:

Clara, who lined up all her babies and stuffed animals herself. Sweet Delby.

James, painting.

14 kids and counting...

That's the name of my new reality TV show. Like it? It's probably going to be a hit, I just know it. People love seeing a lot of kids on television, right?

I kid, I kid. No, that's how many kids came over to my house for a play date a while back. Crazy, I know! I could even add "...and counting..." because there are two wee ones that are on the way! Crazy! I have a good group of girls who get together on a regular(ish) basis from my old church. (Yes, even though Dave and I changed churches, they still want to hang out with me. I don't get it either. Must be the twenties that I slip them every time we hang out....) Summer was coming to a close and school was just around the corner. I figured that I have a big back yard, and with some help from Mimi, lots of outside toys to go around. It was busy, but so much fun. I'm thankful for all those moms (and kiddos!) who make my life just a little brighter. 

Vicki, Jacob, Lindsay, and James. (Not my James though...)

Michelle's belly, Jes' smile, Lauren's back

Sweet Jovie. She ate lunch here too!

Zaya.

Brave Levi and his adoring fans...

Not so brave Levi and me rescuing from the tree. (His mom is 6 months pregnant. I couldn't let her climb up there, could I?)

David, Max, and a prostrate Eva

Jumping Boys

Michelle's belly again. She (the belly) got lots of attention, I guess....!

Too many kiddos to name!

Again, a lot of kids

Clara and Nolan and a shoe

There you have it. I'm sorry to any of my girlfriends if you/your kids didn't get photographed. I really tried to get some of everyone! There are a couple of others that I took, so if you want to know if you/your kiddos are in them, let me know. Thanks for coming over everyone!

P.S. I'm so glad I don't have 14 of my own! I don't know how Mrs. Duggar does it!