Enjoying Life

Life is so mentally taxing. I don't always love my seemingly endless, mundane life even though I'm doing what I always pictured myself doing for my whole life, and loving. It's really hard to put so much of my focus into hooligans who hardly care to show appreciation or respect to me--the person who birthed their body and regularly sacrifices my own wants to make them happier. I do everything for these boys. It's hard to remember that I'm doing a good job even if they're not doing what I've asked, and that they're doing a good job, too, even if their age and personalities prevent them from acting exactly how I'd like them to all the time. It's a mental struggle. Sometimes it's physically hard, too, but usually it's more mental. I bought myself flowers today. If the boys don't show me respect, then at least I can show it to myself.

This is half a day's worth of drool. And he's more often in one sock than two, intentionally.

Twinners

The comparisons are unavoidable. I think Cameron looks like Seth, and Cameron looks like Evan, but Seth doesn't look like Evan. Seth looks like Dada.

Cameron Pics Overload

I've made a concerted effort to not deprive Cameron of his share of pictures just because he's the third child. However, he probably won't get the detailed blog posts I've done previously. Enjoy the photo dump of the past (almost) 4 months.

Cameron is an angel and I tell him that every day. He is by far the most enjoyable baby I've had. He's almost always good for a smile. He usually sleeps through the night and during church. He has recently found his hands and continues to explore his voice through coos and giggles. The big boys love picking out his clothes and pushing all the music buttons on his toys for him.