So the other night while we were watching T.V, Nate turns to me and say's:

" I was walking into work from the gym and I saw this guy who looked like a hip hop artist that I really like.  I was behind him and said 'Common,' really, really quietly and he turned around and said 'what's up'?"

I laughed hard because who does that?  And I laughed hard because who gets to see this guy when they go to work?


Other things happening here:


-We went in for Beckham's post op and the surgeon told me to take Beck's glasses off for now and that he probably won't need them anymore. I guess he only had them because his vision was blurred from his eyes being crossed, and now that they are not crossed, he should be able to see fine. I was surprised. I haven't seen him run into any walls yet, so we shall see. I miss my cute little boy in glasses though.  
Here are some pics from Nate's phone the day of his surgery:

-While I was in New Mexico, Nate and Darrell worked very hard to fix our one bathroom. Here is before:

Here is after:

Such an improvement. I LOVE it.


- Nate got invited to an Angels game Saturday night from one of his Subs so we got a sitter and enjoyed a Platinum Box, right above the Press box behind home plate. Great seats, free food, and we won the game.

This was us in the car waiting FOREVER to get out of the parking lot after the game.


-Beach pics from Friday:
Becks had to wear goggles to protect his eyes after surgery so Marley just had to wear them also. Nate said they looked like Special kids with all their gear on, so be it. Whatever he has she has to have. Causes a lot of problems.

That is what has been going on around here. Lincoln is a happy, beautiful baby. He is sleeping through the night every so often and even when he doesn't, it still isn't bad. He makes me ridiculously happy. I love trying to get smiles and coos out of him and the kids love holding baby Lincoln and helping with him. We are blessed!
My house on the other hand is definitely showing the signs of 3 kids under 4. I am not the clean freak I once was. It's made apparent by the number of days I will walk around with Cheerios stuck to my feet before I get a chance to clean the floors. Oh-Well. I'm learning there is a season for everything.