Love my babies

Well it's 10:00 and all the little ones are in bed except of our little Jack who is still trying to settle down. We have changed three diapers while his little tummy gets regulated. Tonight he is dressed in One of Garrett's onsies, it's hard to believe me little wild Indians where ever this small. It makes me almost cry at how fast they have went from my little babes to my small people. Maggie is so grown up. Today we had tea parties, and she talked to me in her finest English accent. We read books and tried to get the house clean. My little wild banche Garrett undid everything as fast as I got it done. He peed on my little sette and then wet his pants. The little pill. He wanted a diaper on. He is about potty trained and is fascinated with his Peter. Keeping underwear on him is next to impossible. He squose half a tube of toothpaste down the sink while washing his hands. Unmade the bed as fast as j made it and unfolded about a dozen blankets I had just folded. He makes it up to me with sugary kisses, I'm sorry mom and I love yous. He is the sweetest little soul I know. I am so blessed to be a mamma. He wakes up with a happy "it's morning" everyday. He is meaner than the dickens to Maggie. He pinches, scratches, and hits. He seeks her out just to torture her and crouched down and hunched over a little, he delights in it like no other. Maggie is my little helper. She adores Jack and can't hardly stand to leave him alone. He is her little real doll and she dotes on him, kisses and loves him. I have to watch her like a hawk because she is certain she is big enough to pick him up. Every night when it cools off a little the kiddos strip down to nothing and play in the hose. Their cute little dimples bottoms and screams of glee may provide some of my favorite memories of this summer. I never realized I could love so much. 

John has been swamped and every night seems to come in a little more tired than the night before. My heart is so happy with him. What a good man he is. Everyday I fall just a little more in love with him. Tonight I was watching out the window. He was worn out and his pants were covered in manure. You could tell it had been a long day, he was holding Jack and watching our two other hoolagans play in the kiddy pool. Tonight he is cuddled up in bed with both Maggie and Garrett. He is such a good dad and food husband. 

Utah is dry, really dry. I'm praying every night that they get rain. 

I'm off to dream land. 

Jeannie

Jack Wallace Griswold

Tonight I'm nursing our brand new little baby Jack. We are now a little family of five. My other two little ones are curled up next to their daddy and he is telling them stories of when he was a little boy. He is telling her about showering in the basement and how cold it was. Maggie is enthralled with when we where younger. I am so blessed. Everyday I realize just how much I have to be thankful for. I would like to capture these moments and never let them go. 

This time last year we where in the city with our little man Garrett praying for a miracle. How much has changed in a year. He is doing so well. This year we brought another miracle home from the city. 

On Monday I went down for an ultrasound and dr Deschamp decided that it was time for our new little one to come into this world. I had Maggie with me. She thought the birthing ball was wonderful. She bounced and bounced on it. John was working a bunch of calves from poteau, his last big project before the baby came. They worried the pulse in the umbilical cord was dropping to low so it was time. We got All checked in and joe came down and picked up my little sweetheart and took her back home.  Mom, grandma, and my aunt Caroline where flying in that night. How grateful I was to know they would be at home with my babies. At about 1:30 or so that morning our precious new little baby boy entered this world. I couldn't believe it was a boy, I was certain he was a Ruby. Maggie is so in love. We are all so in love. I will come back and write more. Tonight while my little Jack Wallace is asleep I'm going to close my eyes. How blessed I feel tonight!

I haven't let myself revisit a lot of the Boston memories from last year. Tonight marks one year since we flew out. I've looked through the pictures, and remembered the raw emotion of it all. How scary, how real, and how out of our control it all was. How blessed we have been this last year. How blessed we are to have our little family. How thankful I am for my husband and my children. How grateful I am for a Heavenly Father to love me enough to give me so much.  What a wonderful life it has been. I am going to start writing on here again. I had to step away for awhile. I haven't even visited our blog in over a year. The whole memory of it all was to raw. It's time. 

Tomorrow my mom, grandma, and aunt Caroline will fly back to Utah. How blessed I am to ha e such women as an example to me. They are the very essence of godly women. How I strive to live like them. They have been so kind to me and my little ones. My heart hurts to see them go. I've avoided saying the prayers while they are here because I knew I would cry and tonight I'm sitting here crying like a baby. How I will miss them. 

Our little Jack is growing. He is so much more alert now and opening his eyes. Oh how I love his sweet little presence in our home. Please Father in heaven, watch over and protect my babies. Protect this sacred life that I get to live. That is my prayer, each and everyday.