Shane took this picture of Ethan and himself on a walk the other day with his phone and I just love it to pieces. I love it. I love that they were on a walk together and that it is my two favorite guys and just how beautiful it looks. God is good.
We spent yesterday afternoon making a gingerbread house at my mom’s. It has been a tradition she started with Ethan (maybe when he was two) and they have done together every year since. This year, Tegan was included and because of the crazy amounts of candy, frosting, and crazy little children with candy and frosting, I was invited along to help. It was a lot of fun and turned out so cute! Notice their expressions. Tons of candy was consumed.
My mom and I decided to go to Kohl’s the other day with the kids to get Ethan some new clothes. I haven’t been feeling my best but the boy needed some clothes and Grammie was up for it, so off we went. It was actually going really well. We found a bunch of stuff and were having a good time. Then the natives started to grow a little restless. Tegan wanted out of the stroller. Ethan obliged her and I gave her instruction to stay right by my side. Which lasted about 30 seconds. They began running around the clothes displays. She was there, and then she wasn’t.
We began looking around, calling for her. Ethan claimed she ran towards the door. I went looking. I was pretty relaxed about it for a minute or two. Then panic set in. I told the checker we had lost a little girl in pink with pig tails. They called a “code pink” and I lost it internally. What if I never saw her again? How could I ever tell or face Shane? I was done. I was frantic.
A few minutes later (the whole thing didn’t even last 5 minutes), my mom and Ethan walk up with her. She had been trying on shoes. Just like a girl. She will be confined to her stroller for the next 15 years.
