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I truthfully wondered if I would, but I love having two kids.Kate and Cole are nuts about each other, despite their age difference. Kate loves to read books and sing songs to Cole. And Cole adores Kate…and I mean ADORES her. The mere sound of Kate’s voice makes him smile. It makes my heart glad just watching them.
Kate was sick for all of last week. She got to watch movies and wear p.j.’s all day everyday. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was a faker. She’s a big T.V. head and that week was probably one of her favorite weeks ever.
Also in the happenings…
Kate and the rest of us have been anxiously awaiting the metamorphosis of both her caterpillars and her ladybug larvae.
Both species are getting huge, but aren’t transformed yet.
Most days, we can’t wait for our Daddy to get home. Kate loves me, but she often reminds me that she “loves Dad the VERY most.” I won’t be surprised if Child 2 shares those same feelings, but I’m crossing my fingers that at least one will favor the mom.
We broke out Kate’s new art easel (I assembled it myself, thank you). She likes me to guess who she drew, and I rarely guess wrong (that might be due in part that she draws Jack Skellington 99.9% of the time).

Two weeks ago was Ward Conference. Sister Gallup from the stake taught the primary. Sis. Gallup made the mistake of asking, “Does anyone know the song ‘I’m Trying to Be Like Jesus’?” Without a second to waste, Sunbeam Kate stood up on her chair and sang the entire song as a solo. Everyone was very impressed by this little 3-year-old and The Parents heard the story SEVERAL times from SEVERAL people.

Well, because of this…Kate was asked to sing again, only this time, in sacrament meeting. Oh, heavens! Our child is fearless. Anyway, she gladly accepted the invite and nailed the performance. I think it's safe to say that she already has a very big following.

Cole boy is growing, fast. His good looks have only doubled, and so has his wasteline. At 3 months now, we just switched him to his 3-6 month sized clothes. They don’t fit. He laps down 6 ounce bottles with zero trouble. Apparently, I overfeed my child (I got ya, Dr. Arnold), but this boy doesn’t like me skimping on his meals.

Cole has finally mastered the art of sleeping through the night; 11 straight hours to be precise. Restul, happy parents once again prevail in this household.

I love my life. Have I ever mentioned that?