Gesundheit

Rosie is sitting on my lap, eating her breakfast. She started making "choo" sounds so I faked a big sneeze, "A-choo." "I not sneezing, Mommy," she reproached.

Graham responded with his own "sneeze," only his was a product endorsement, "Coca Cola."

Basking in Barcelona

Jason and I did the impossible. We got on a plane without our children (unless you count the one that goes wherever I go) and spent two nights in Barcelona. The whispers in the schoolyard that I'm pregnant will soon no longer need verbal confirmation: chocolate croissants & tortilla de patate have done their damage.

A garden courtyard inside the Cathedral.

Another indoor courtyard. This one is at the MFM, Museu Frederic Mares, which displays swords from the weapon maker (who I had never heard of before).

The Sagrada Familia. Honestly, we debated whether or not to stand in line to see the interior of this incomplete building. And once we were inside, we still weren't sure it was worth it. But at least we won't ever have to say, "Why didn't we. . . ?"

Tim Burton and the set designers for Star Trek could walk away with a million ideas from this place.

Ilkley Moor

Autumn in England lends itself to LOTS of rain. When I'm already feeling less-than-energetic from the involuntary effort required to build a brand new person, the grey skies & chilly wetness don't help me feel any better. But last Saturday we had a pretty day & we finally hiked around Ilkley Moor. It felt good to be out.

An Act of God: Lightning vs. Earthquake

August was a month of memorable events. Jason got home from from a trip to the States on August 6th. On August 8th Graham turned 5 and Jason and I commemorated our 9th wedding anniversary. Within two days, Jason was wiped out with what was diagnosed as "glandular fever" ("mono" for our American friends and family). I got called as the YW president in our ward.

Oh, and we became pregnant. We thought we were done. We REALLY thought we were done growing our family. But apparently Heavenly Father thinks differently.

Graham has dubbed the baby Earthquake, but that's only if Earthquake is a boy. If it turns out that he gets solo-boy status, our little girl is Lightning.

Self-Awareness

Jason just asked, "Rosie, are you a cheeky girl?"

Rosie, "No, I'm a cheeky Rosie."

A Surprisingly Mature Insight

Cami and I were talking about her relationship with one of her best friends. Apparently, they've daydreamed about being sisters, but then Cami revealed that she thinks they wouldn't get along as well if they were sisters. Intrigued, I asked her to explain. "Well, I think Graham and I would be along better if we were just friends. . . ."

Toys for Big Boys and Girl

Jason took the big kids to the park while Rose & I napped this afternoon. He spent some time experimenting with his iPhone. I love the color of the sky and the happiness of the big girl who has conquered her bike.

Graham's interpretation of the "Tree" yoga pose.

And making some friends.