I’m trapped in life – no blog post for over a week! What is happening? So many sponsored posts and so little time to write for me. The house is a tad bit tidier and there are less piles to show for it though. Am I right, Chris Stow? The laundry in this place never stops.
Let’s start with Owen. He’s growing up fast and I love him so much. He is coming into his own, growing like a weed, leaving his size 4 underwear in the dust and almost as big as his big brother. He seems to have blossomed in the last couple of months — sharing more stories about school, drawing more, learning more, asking more questions and definitely gaining more independence. He’s actually a whole load of fun to hang out with and I’ll miss him next fall when he goes off on the bus with the bigs. He’s definitely acquired big boy status. He’s officially a big.
Emily has yet another dance competition this weekend. This time we’re headed to the amazing city of Lowell – hmmm. She’s dancing in three numbers and the first one is happening just around 8am. Shoot me now. I think we have to leave Foxboro at 5:30am. Did I say shoot me now yet? UGH.
Andrew will be 18 months old on Sunday. Looks like he’s breaking Stow records and will officially earn his title as “LATEST WALKER.” All 27 pounds of him!
Aidan is gearing up for baseball and is pretty excited that Daddy is coaching his team of Grasshoppers. I’m really looking forward to opening day (next weekend) and watching this kid step up to home plate. I really can’t wait.
As for me, I’ve been getting back into running, but it’s hard! I feel like I need to make a really amazing playlist to keep my head in it. That second mile is a doozie and it’s so much easier when good tunes are cranking. I’d love to hear some of your running favorites so I can create something fun for myself. I’m all ears.
Life is good, life is really good. We have our health and we’re so extremely grateful for that. I’m doing all I can to live in the moment, soak up the sun and enjoy my little people as much as possible because it’s going fast. Once Andrew takes off, that’s it – no more babies. But all four of them are still my little babies really. At 9, 6, and 4 the bigs really aren’t that big after all. I need to soak them up on the regular, just like the sunshine. They are my sunshine.