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