I took the entire week off that Tonya died. I really couldn't have cared less that I was completely out of days from maternity leave from when I had Landry. I needed that week to process things, work on the service, and just shut myself in my room when I needed to. Heck, I still need that! I was terrified about going back to work. Was I ready to go back? Could I handle it? I didn't really have a choice, I had to. So the night before, I did what always make me feel like life is good, we packed up the family with the boys' bikes and headed to the park.
We fed those ducks like pros. Cam's got quite an arm. Too bad those ducks are totally ignoring our stale bread.
I've discovered something about ALL three of my children. They absolutely love being outside. When they were babies, they could be having a level 5 screaming fit and if I walked outside, it was if angels were outside and the crying suddenly and magically stopped.
Landry is no different. Sister loves the outdoors.
And there was all kinds of love going on. Oh please Lord, let them like each other this much forever!
I mean it's true love if you kiss toes.
Landry is quite the conesseiur of the swings. Good thing because our baby swing at home had to be put up finally. It was making audible groaning noises from this adorable chunky monkey.