The Replogle's

So Jett loves vegetables. I love fresh vegetables too, but not like that when I was three years old. His favorites are black olives, tomatos, cauliflower and carrorts. He likes to put the black olives on his fingers and pretend that they are bandaids...

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So I will leave you with some pictures that I took of the boys yesterday...if you haven't smiled yet today...here ya go!

Jett was playing in the sandbox and I went out and asked him to smile for the camera. So he layed down and stroke a pose for me. So I lied earlier...he is a bit like his Mommy.
And of course, my sweet Brayden. Lovin' life and anytime he sees a camera, he smiles and says "Cheese!" And that hair...all natural baby. He is either going to love it or hate it when he gets older:)

Have you ever had a day where you can't wait to go to bed and make it end in fear of what else could possibly go wrong...welcome to my day! It started off normal, waking up at 6:30 (which is Brayden's internal alarm clock), had some playtime and then got the boys ready to go. Which was my normal day of Brayden screaming and thrashing around because of his intense hatred of being changed. Then he usually crys for ten minutes afterwards to insure that I know he is upset. Then we headed to the park because it was a beautiful day. All was going well until Jett wanted to try the really big curly slide, which of course was near the water that had flooded that part of playground. Brayden took off and I had to run after him into this huge mud puddle, in my brand new shoes. So we left. Then I was having this horrible pain at the top of my uterus all morning so I called my doctor. I am now on "light bedrest" until my appointment on Friday. Awesome. We get home and Brayden is asleep so I take him in and put him to bed. When I get back to the van Jett got out of his seat and was playing in the driver side. I got him out and then shut the door, only to notice then that he had locked the doors...with my keys inside. Greg of course is gone until the middle of the night. What? There is more you ask. Oh yes! Don't let these darling faces fool you. The afternoon is going okay, so I let the boys go outside and play. I hear something in the garage, so I check and see that they took out half of Sam's dog food and threw it around the garage. I locked them out. A little bit later I hear splashing and I am afraid to look...note I am not outside with them, but I am by the door and check on them every few mintues...they are quick little suckers. They have turned on the water and now have an enormous mud puddle by the house and are starting to play in it. I run and turn it off and then run inside to start a bath. By the time I come back they are running and jumping in the puddle and smearing the mud against the house. Jett then slips and falls and lands in the puddle so he is now black from head to toe.

Yep! Still going! The rest of the evening goes okay. I was supposed to have Bible Study tonight with my girls, but of course the one night I needed to pick my sitters up was tonight...my vechile is of course incapacitated...so I had to cancel. Before bed they wanted to read books in my room, so I let them while I quick put away their snacks. I walk in to find that Brayden found my water jug by the bed and poured the whole thing on the bed (luckily just on my side).

So for now they are in their beds and so far quiet. But I am not holding my breath:)...oh, just kidding the door just opened!

That's right folks, you read correctly...we have baby #3 on the way. It was a bit of a surprise, but we are so very excited. I am almost 12 weeks along. God's timing makes me shake my head sometimes. I miscarried the last baby on September 24th and I am due with this one on September 23rd. God's plans are not always our own, but he cares about the little details. That time of year might have always been a sad reminder, but now it will be full of joy with a hint of rememberance. I have been very-very sick the last eight weeks...ya know, the kind where I am ready for Greg to take me out back and put me out of my misery. Luckily in the last week I have been feeling better and able to function more during the day. I think Greg is relieved to not be woken up twice a night by me puking in the toliet...crying on the couch because I feel so horrible...interrupting our conversations by darting to the bathroom hoping I don't get supper on the carpet...you get the point:) A big thanks to my wonderful husband for taking care of me, the boys and the house for the last two months. Plus, when he is home he always lets me sleep in...he's been wonderful, just wonderful! Well, thats about it for now, we will keep you updated and will be showing the growing belly in the coming months...and note, the growing has already started. Are you kidding me, my belly is a little ridiculous already.