I start to complain when there's no rain

We are on the cusp of new things at our house.

Jeremy went to an orientation yesterday - and got the first idea of just how much time he's going to be giving to the paramedic program. It's a lot. I really love my husband, and I know I'm a wuss, but it gives me a knot in my stomach to think of giving up more time with him.

I'm a month away from beginning the taper of my medications. I'm excited to be rid of the side effects. I'm scared of getting sick again.

I've reached a really, great, peaceful place about our family. Frankie is wonderful. Frankie is all I need right now. I was at Target with him, and walked by a lady trying to deal with and unruly young child, a baby, and a cart full of stuff. Frankie was playing contentedly in my cart and letting me figure out my coupons. And I thought, you know what - I've only got one child - so I might as well enjoy what that encompasses. We're going to party. And take naps together. And go places without needing a diaper bag.

You kiss your baby's toes, I'll watch my 4 year old put his shoes on his toes by himself.

(For now anyway.)

The giraffe raincoat, courtesy Aunt Laurie. In the summer rainstorms of a few weeks ago.

Have I ever told you how much we love a good St. George summer thunderstorm? (Yes.) We got 3 days worth. Roll in, pour, sunshine, rainbows, SMELL, roll out, repeat. It healed my soul. It really did.

Frankie has been asking for more rain ever since.

Kamera

Here are some of my favorites from our family picture session with Mikki Platt. These pictures make me so happy. My looks have had quite the metamorphosis these last few months. At the point these were taken I was still struggling to gain weight (I don't like my skinny arms, but it tells a story), my face hadn't re-swollen yet, and my hair had only begun falling out in clumps. Ah, the joys. But yes - that's just me being silly. I love my little family, and these pictures show we love each other. That's what is important.