This month is turning out to be better than September. I am finally starting to feel better. For two weeks I was pretty affected by Gastroenteritis, followed by another few weeks of slow body recovery. Am I getting old or is it pregnancy? Jared and the kids weathered it all with me, will little complaint. Thankfully both Hope and Bryce have adjusted and LOVE their preschools. That was a good decision to put them in preschools. Ethan gets dragged around a little bit but has adjusted pretty well, despite naps being messed around with. As October started both the kids had their first field trips.
Bryce’s class went to the Loomis Safety Fair. It was fun, but packed with people. He was able to sit in a fire truck, check out an ambulance and Police vehicles. He liked the Farmer’s market and Smokey the Bear. Grandma Forman babysat the other kids and I was pretty excited to take him by myself. But the class ended up being 45 minutes late to the faire and he seemed to miss Hope and Bryce. I felt a little deflated that he didn’t have more fun. Oh, and that is my 5 1/2 month pregnant belly in the background of the pictures. :)
The following week Hope’s school went to Bishop’s Pumpkin Patch in Wheatland. Mom was going to watch the boys so I could take Hope by myself but after the experience with Bryce I woke up in the morning and asked Hope if she minded if they came. Hope was thrilled to have them there. I suppose they find comfort in each other, although I feel they have and over abundance of fighting and teasing. Young Women in Excellence was just the night before and I was hurting and tired from the extra exertion so Mom came to the pumpkin patch, too. It was so cute and fun. Hope is the second girl to the left of the pink jacket.
I suppose I can’t get enough of the pumpkin patch because Jared and his family all met out there a few days later. It was fun, again, however somehow in our big group I lost track of Ethan and he was misplaced for 10 minutes or so. Jared and I thought he was with us, he somehow got separated and once we realized he was gone all of our sweet family separated like the wind to find him. Christian and Grandpa found him within a few minutes with a sweet set of Young Grandparents that could tell he was missing. They had stayed with him until we appeared. Dean grabbed him in his arms and wouldn’t let him go for a few minutes. Poor Ethan didn’t cry, but he laid his head on Papa’s shoulders and didn’t move. It’s amazing that as quiet as he is that we haven’t lost him more. We are working on him talking. Today in Church he sang the Sacrament hymns with us and I am really working with him to label and vocalize things. I am sure that if he is really behind at his 2 year check up that the Doctor will give us options. But, hey, supposedly Einstein didn’t talk until he was 3 or 4. :)
