Lance's should have wrote this...

It would have been better that way.
Since its his heart I'm spilling...
I'm just standing behind him shaking my head in agreement.

[This is for you Libby (and Amanda and Wendy) who asked me to blog...]

I promised I would journal today, but I really didn't know what I was going to say...
I'm not overwhelmed with any feelings of mushy-ness, pissed-off-ness, anxiety or what-not right now...
Nothing new to document, really.

Beckham still isn't sleeping all that well...
But he's 3 weeks old.

He's eating.
And growing.
And doing just what a boy his age should be.

And I am learning to live on less sleep.

Maddox isn't acting great.
Still.

But, if he's well rested-- he's good.

And I'm learning to let go of the small things.

Lance still has 11 days left of paternity leave.
I have more-than-enjoyed our time off together.

However, some days I think I am ready for him to go back.

Other days I don't know if I can do this alone.

Tomorrow, my friend Kristen is driving a million miles to come play.
I haven't seen her since we visited them, this fall.
I should have plenty of pictures to blog once they leave.
We are excited to see them!

Lance mowed the yard earlier,
preparing for their arrival.

I anticipate some fun in the sun for our babies while we catch up!

When he came in, he was telling me how Maddox was following him around everywhere,
and telling him they were best friends.

He was watching Maddox play in the dirt...

and run...
and kick his ball...
and throw rocks...
And get filthy  (causing him to need yet another bath today.)

He said he realized that this is pretty close to the American dream.

Of course we don't have the money that the typical American dream calls for...
but what's money?

There's no price tag on what we have.

We both miss our nicer, newer, cleaner, home in Haslet...
but we will miss this land, this space, and the fresh air more than anything.

If we were going to stay here,
there are things we could do to umph it up a bit...
but since this was always a temporary move--
we didn't put in the extra work.

Lance was saying that he feels like this was perfect...
that we may not be rich,
but we are happy,
and have a good marriage,

and perfect boys,
and are living the dream.

I guess he's right.

Maybe I should let him blog from now on!  

But for now...
both boys are asleep.

Seriously.
Just like this.

I think I might join them.