Picnicking, A Running Attempt, Ketchup Exposure

First of all...HOW CUTE IS MARLI IN OVERALLS?!!

Never quite understood how much of an EVENT a big grocery shopping haul is with a baby... HOW DID YOU SURVIVE 5 CHILDREN OF THIS, MOM?!!

Got a picnic basket from Nana and Pop for our wedding. Used a few times in the BYU-I library...and now at the park with our Marli! 

Marli FINALLY fits into this outfit Grammy made years ago...SO CUTE!

Attempted a morning run together on Fanno Creek Trail, and learned real quick that a large portion is closed...BOO! Explored downtown Tigard and realized we can stroller to Value Village if necessity leaves us out of a car...haha




Today Marli had spinach, cherry tomatoes, avocado, sour cream...and we attempted ketchup, but I think she had more time PLAYING in it!

Marli made it VERY CLEAR tonight that she wanted a fork like we had...THANKS for the baby silverware, Nana!!

Here's video of our ketchup attempt...

Evening is my favorite time of day...dinnertime all together, bath, storytime, prayers, sleepy snuggles...

Can you BELIEVE how fast she's grown?! First picture she was about 1 month old...second was today at 6 months...



This poem has been on my mind a LOT lately...so grateful to be reminded of it when it seems that some days it's ALL messy...my hair, the bedroom, Marli, life...trying to SLOW DOWN and cherish this! My heart will burst one of these days, I love her so!

SONG FOR A FIFTH CHILD (by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton)

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,

Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, 

Hang out the washing and butter the bread,

Sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?

She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue

(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due

(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew

And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo

But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.

Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?

(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,

For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

OKAY best go clean up my face now...!!