The Drurys are sleeping. All four of us. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your prayers. We have crossed a line where the good nights now outweigh the bad. They are not perfect by any means, but something tells me we are closer to what "normal" 3-year-olds do. I'm still fascinated by how much of this is connected with asthma. If Sam has a night where he's up a lot I can pretty much count on a puff of emergency asthma meds doing the trick. I. Am. So. Grateful. And with rare exception, he's going to bed sweetly without leaving his room which means John and I have our evenings back. Way to go, Sam.
And then there's Clara. Sweet, Clara. Little CJ is 9-months and while she's been smiling like a maniac for months it's only been recently that we started consistently getting those continuous belly laughs.
Last month the very talented Becky Pomp graced us with her mad photography skills.
All four of the boy cousins looking for fish in Pop's and Grammie's pond.
This girl never...
Taking pictures is exhausting.
Becky simply let Sam be Sam and caught snaps of him along the way.
These two adore each other--probably the biggest shock with adding a new little one to the mix.