dad stuff

I love that Judah and Drew have paired up into a seemingly inseparable duo.

I know it's God's perfect timing with his little brother soon to be occupying much of my time.

They do all the fun "boy" stuff we mommies (especially pregnant ones) just can't do like daddies do.

I can barely bend over to get the laundry off the floor let alone rough house like they do.

I'm just not as fun that way.

Right now I'm good for the kissy-encouragement type of parenting.

And I'll take all the kisses he'll let me get.

We went to the lake this weekend for a little get together on Drew's side.

The boys played in the water and threw rocks.

Finding the right rock turns out to be a science.

Who knew?

They started off with the small ones.

Then they decided it should be a "Who Can Throw the Biggest Rock" competition.

Poppy joined in, too.

Boys.

They just can't help themselves.

Three generations of Parish boys.

Kind of melts my heart a little.

It's not going to be so bad being the only girl around here.