I'm never pregnant alone. And can you believe when I was pregnant with Deeter I was pregnant with two of my close friends? Here are all 3 of our babies born within 6 weeks of each other. Deeter is the youngest....and the hugest. But I guess you wouldn't want it any other way. He can be their protector.

I was looking at these pictures from Dallin's 5th birthday party last May taken by the ever so generous Allie Steele. Literally the last day that we were a family of 5...I won't go into details of the next night! But I will say that Anneli came to the party saying she had a dream I was pregnant. And she was wrong. I think maybe I will blame fate on her. And then that would mean owing her a big thank you.

Because now we have this beautiful girl. I wish there were stronger words to express how I feel, or that I had the vocabulary to better articulate, but I'll leave it at I love her. The chaos of a newborn is all lost in the innocence and love and infatuation and sweetness of a little baby. The ability to have this little body curl up on your chest and hold on to your finger for dear life invites a feeling of peace that can't come in any other way. Whether it's at 2:00 in the afternoon or 2:00 in the morning, it is equally welcomed. And I'm not just saying that. Maybe with child #4 I've learned to relax and take the moments when they come.

I remember saying this about Porter- that I never understood why people said I looked mad growing up. Once I saw the scowl on Porter's face, I understood. Looking at Kaia's little facial expression, I'm once again reminded! I'll have to teach them at a young age that people are going to think they are mad all the time if they don't consciously watch their expressions!