Visitors from the South

I don't know about you, but when there is a new baby in the house our family lives for the weekend. This weekend was no exception... We are always so thankful to have daddy at home with us! Maybe we always live for the weekend, but it just seems more pronounced when there is a newborn at home.

Before I fill you in on our march, I want to share some pictures of Walker.

This was Friday at the breakfast table...I said, "let's pray" and looked up to see this angelic face sweetly folding his hands and waiting..

He is certainly warming to the idea of being a big brother...

On Saturday, we had visitors. In order to meet Betsy, my dad and his 93 year old mother made the 250+ mile jaunt to come visit us. We were touched and honored that they went to this effort. It was a quick turn around, but each of them was able to hold Betsy.




We were all able to visit and enjoy a tasty lunch ~ my boys {particularly Stephen LOVE my father}. My dad is great about loving and accepting them unconditionally.

Frank took Dad and Stephen down to inspect the progress on the house. {They are still working with the blocks to build the foundation though they did put in the fireplaces over the weekend.}

On Sunday, we had hopes of making it to church but woke up and realized it might be too much sugar for a nickle. Instead we were part of the "live listening audience" ~ something I didn't understand until having children but now feel so blessed by its presence.

Frank sat on the floor and played legos with the children for hours. We went to the storage unit to get some additional baby paraphernalia, the train set, and my non-maternity clothes {not that they are going to fit}, and I took a much needed nap.

And now for a sneak peak on my week...a baby bonnet for Betsy!