And the Beat Goes On

We had the week of weeks planned with Pete's brother Tom, Lindsay, Lila and May.  Palmer had started walking a few weeks prior.  He was budding as a toddler, leaving infancy in his golfing dust.  He was primed with play dates, ready to be the best cousin to visit ever.  Then he got a 103 degree fever and all went to...well, you get it.

The high fever was a virus that ended in a rash and a couple sores in his mouth.  He was pretty much miserable.  The girls were unphased by his lackluster performance as cousin. They played away day after day and kept him as distracted as they could from his ailment.  Of course the day after they left he was 100% normal and we were hitting up the splash park.

Although feeling puny, he was smitten

May showing him how to "be up to something"

May is everything in this picture.  I couldn't leave this out. 

Lila  being sweet Lila reading books with her "Palmie"

His splash park debut after surviving a heck of a virus

 We hit up the back practice range with our buddy Braxton tonight.  The air was crisp, the boys were active and I got to sneak a peak of new baby Beckett while Nicole was wearing him in her k'taan.

3 wood primed and ready to go

Gotta get all those balls out that you knock in

Braxton taking what I would call a real aggressive putt

Palmer, cautious as usual, never wanting to misread his greens

Always a great feeling to pull the flag

Braxton decided to end the night doing what he does best.  Eating...

...and making everyone smile

All that love in just one little picture

Tiny little proof I'm pregnant.  All 16 weeks of it.

Palmer ended the night in true Palmer style.  Waved goodbye to everyone
and pointed, saying "Cart!" so we knew exactly what our orders were.

I'm obviously not accomplishing weekly preggo photos.  That was an aggressive undertaking without a toddler.  To be honest, half way through it was really trying to think of clever sayings and drawings.  I have intentions of doing monthly photos with this pregnancy.  As it appears I have hit 4 months I should probably get on it.

If You're Happy & You Know It Clap Your Hands

They're all mine.

Sometimes I think my heart might burst into a million little pieces because it's filled with so much happy.  "And you shall rejoice in all the good the Lord has given to you and to your house.." Deut. 26:11  Love that verse - so appropriate as all I can do is say thank you a million times over as I fall asleep.  On all the social media sites there are quotes about hating on people who look like they're happy - they must be faking or hiding terrible lives behind their pretty doors, being a mom sucks and is way too much work, blah blah blah.  Complaining about your blessings doesn't validate your life.  It's a bad habit and makes me feel guilty when I write anything positive for fear it may offend someone who thinks it's all a load of bull.  I really do love my husband, we really are over the moon for each other, I really am obsessed with my son and being a mom really makes me happy, life is really good. Y'all are whack and every life is filled with challenges but my eyes are on the prizes all around me.  So there.  Go suck on a rainbow.

We went to visit our besties at the beach this week!  

Palmer en route with Ted & Clark to keep him company 

Shooting some hoops - minor cheating

On a wagon ride

Sand took some getting use to for Mr. Golf Community.  Parker showed him how to be a real beach bum.

In their jammie's playing constantly.

Palmer will use anything as a golf club.

 The visit couldn't have went any better.  The boys had a great time and I can't wait to do it again!  

Back at the ranch, Palmer learned how to do this...

Going to get a cup of joe in the morning is no longer safe

He is still obsessed with this dog his buddy Brylin gave him months ago.

And now, as Palmer sleeps, I wait very impatiently to hear the news my friends made it home with their new bundle of joy Beckett Michael Smith!  They should be home within an hour and it will require every ounce of strength to wait until I get the green light and am invited over.  I need that sweet little 6 lbs 6 oz love bug in my arms stat.  I'm sure I will reminisce of the day we brought Palmer home and day dream of the day 6 months away when we bring home our new nugget of love.  There is just too much goodness.

The Smith Family of Four