Tired

To avoid making the trek upstairs I put my daughter in one of my t-shirts (clipped with a claw so it wouldn't fall off) after she got water all over herself. I am officially tired (or lazy). I'll go with tired.

31 Weeks

30 Weeks

Poor Frazier just hasn't had nearly the same blog time as Mary-Michael did at this point in her pregnancy. The least I could do was separate out this post from the one with tons of pictures of his sister.

I am 30 weeks, have gained 17 pounds and am so excited to have this baby boy in a few short months. I really can't wait to meet him! And God is already preparing me for the constant 2 hour power naps and no consistent sleeping as I am perpetually tired and feel like a sumo wrestler just turning from one side to the other in bed. I swear I'm bigger this time around even if the scale doesn't show it yet. We love you Frazier, and we all can't wait to meet you!

Recent pictures

Here are some fun pictures from the last few weeks.


Wearing Momma's new shoes.


And wearing Momma's shoes again. (I'm afraid these first 2 pictures and the fact that she already knows what to do with makeup brushes means the tween and teen years could be full of girliness.)


Waiting for the VT Hokies to start playing.


Reading with cousins Layne and Kallie at Grandad's birthday celebration.


Waiting with Lilly Kate to go tailgating at UVA's homecoming game. (Yes, she was cheering for VT one weekend and UVA the next. That's what happens when a Hokie and Cavalier get married...confusion!)


Tailgating with the Wright's (during normal naptime).


Over 10 years ago I met this lifelong friend, and now Christian and I have 2 beautiful daughters and are each expecting again. How fun!


Christian at 34 weeks and me at 29 weeks.


Can we say diva?


Four generations - my Aunt Diane, Nana, me and Mary-Michael.

Radar

I've been pushing off writing this all week. I knew one day we would lose our sweet Radar, but I thought for sure it would be because of old age and we'd have an inclination it was coming. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Last Friday he was tragically hit by a car while we were out for a walk. There are many blessings to living out in the country, but one of the downfalls is that people drive fast on country roads and there are a lot of curves so it's hard to see more than what's right in front of you. I won't relive the details, but I know the vision of the accident and my feelings of desperation to get him to the vet won't soon go away. I didn't know I would cry so much over losing a pet, but he really was a part of our family. Geoff had always wanted an Australian Cattle Dog, but I only wanted to get a dog that we could rescue, so after a few months of searching we found Radar at 5 months of age at an SPCA in Lexington, VA. He joined our family in February 2006 - just 5 months after we were married. Geoff spent countless hours training him, and his efforts were well worth it. Radar developed into a wonderful dog.

We always knew he was a great dog - a protector full of loyalty to Geoff, Mary-Michael and me, but I didn't know the impact he had on so many other people. In the past week we have heard: "He's the only dog I ever liked," "He was a gift," "A caring, gentle soul" and "What a great dog he was." We have received so many messages, calls and cards - thank you.

Thank you, Radar, for taking care of us, for protecting me when I was home by myself, for being patient with Mary-Michael when she climbed on you, for being your Daddy's companion as together you explored our land and worked outside and for serving as a protective big brother to Carla. We will miss you.