Pregnancy Pictures and My Two Kiddos

My good friend Jocelyn took my maternity pictures at 7 months preggo with Sadie. She has such an eye for things, these old trucks are right here in my front yard, but I never thought they'd look this good in a picture! Anyways, here I am decked out like a Holstein cow (which is what I felt like at the time).

I'm glad I have pictures as proof and also a comparison to Heston. I kept pulling out the maternity book I made when I was preggie with Hes to see if I'd still have a big baby, ugh!

 This picture is the one I made Tom take as we were heading out to the hospital. Look how puffy I was, yucky! Granted, this was taken at 2 am, and I did my best to try and do my hair and makeup in between contractions.

 

Then here's my precious little Sadie. Born in at 9 pounds 12 ounces. And she resembles her brother sooooo much!

 Look at those Creighton ears!

 This is me the day before giving birth to Heston. Just looking back at these pictures I hurt!

 

Sadie is almost a month old and here's Heston at a month, boy how similar they are!

The Farmer's Wife

Heston's Adventures

With the new baby here, Heston has been into everything! I think he's testing me, and winning!


Heston loves to play in the fireplace (when there's no fire of course) and so the end result is tons of ashes and soot everywhere. He was awfully quiet the other day, and this is how I found him. He had painted himself with ashes while playing cards and then tried to put the cards into the diaper genie. Oh boy! He did such a good job painting his face, I told him he'd be an excellent makeup artist.

 Heston also likes to dress himself. So here is one of his outfits, and it matches pretty well if I do say so myself. Go Heston!

 Heston always steals shoes now. So when Tom comes home he makes it a point to at least walk around the kitchen in his daddy's boots.

 While I'm feeding little Sadie, it's much easier to have Heston play outside with the dogs and his new bubble blaster! The other day he came into the house looking like a little dirt devil and had a scrape on his forehead. I asked him what happened and he said: "Uh Oh".  Yea, that's what I thought too. He smelled of dogfood and was drenched in water, so maybe he tripped coming in. Needless to say, it was time to brush his dogfood smelling teeth and give him a bath. He wasn't too excited to wash off his battle wounds.

Then here he is out of the bath. I told you he loves shoes! Don't ever tell him there a picture of his nakey buns on the internet!

The Farmer's Wife