Well, it’s us again, although we are one more than we have been! We are one more since Wyatt arrived, but two less since Grandma Fingerle and Mom Wray went home to Indiana. We enjoyed them immensely while they were here. And I sincerely hope they didn’t get overworked! From the looks of my freezers, it appears some angels had lived in my house for 2 weeks. When Mom and Grandma left, my freezer could not hold hardly another item. They stocked it full of 10 casseroles, several meatloaves, meatballs, homemade granola, homemade whole wheat bread, banana bread, and several kinds of cookies. They spoiled us rotten! So if you smell something . . . that’s me, Lowell, and the kids. My wonderful mom made Lowell coffee every morning before he even asked for it. Umm, I think I’ve made it for him once since she left. So he is probably going through withdrawal. And I’ve had to learn how to wash dishes again. I think I may have helped Mom and Grandma 2 or 3 times while they were here. See how spoiled I was? I’m sure you’re jealous. You need to move 2,000 miles away to have your babies – angels descend on your house when you do!!
“Baby Wyatt” (as he is called around here) is following the Graber blueprint of eating, eating, and eating some more. He is going to be just as rolly-polly as the rest of our babies were. Already at 3 1/2 weeks he is up to 11 pounds. Some days it feels as if I get nothing done in the way of household duties, but then I squeeze his plump, little legs and realize I am doing something. I’m fattening up my baby! He is also sleeping better than he was with at least one 3 hour stretch at night sometimes if not 2. He has smiled once, but we can’t wait until he does it alot! That’s when it starts getting fun! Yet I absolutely love this newborn stage. I think with every baby I enjoy it more. I’ve realized how extremely fast they grow up and out of my arms.
The rest of the gang is still going strong as Mom and Grandma can testify. There were many evenings they had to confine themselves to a couch while the little ones took Daddy down. Or, rather, Daddy took them down. It is Graber tradition that several evenings in a week they have a wrestling match on our living room floor. Anyone not wanting to get tickled, yanked, grabbed, or leaped on must be on a couch with your body parts tucked out of harm’s way. Lowell can still win the match and have all four children sometimes pinned down at the same time, but I’m waiting for the day they are big enough to take Daddy down. I’ll be there to kiss away his ouies then!
Lowell does not have work at the moment, so he is helping me carpool Derek to school. We’re hoping work starts picking up when March arrives. We haven’t had hardly any snow at all this year. Right now, there is just an inch or two up here at the house and pretty much nothing down in town. It has been a really weird winter. Chances are, we won’t really get much more now that February is half over already. I’m thinking we might as well have spring if we aren’t going to have a gloriously white winter. Who knows though – I could be surprised yet!
Well, I can’t believe I actually got this email pulled off before Baby Wyatt started crying for this next meal! I’ll attach some pics of him for you all to scrutinize over. These are actually about a week or two old, so he may look a little different already.
Love ya lots~
Lowell, Kendra, Derek, Terrel, Megan, Logan & Wyatt Graber