I’m just now getting caught up on my “meant-to-post-that!” list. Included somewhere in there is Anthony’s 12 month letter. You know, now that he’s 14.5 months.
Last week was what I’ll title the “Bartel Week” of summer.
Sunday, we met them at church. It was a bit distracting for me, personally, because I really forgot all about Jesus once adorable Gwen got there.
I neeeeeed a baby girl someday, people….however, Anthony has some definite jealousy going on in that department. The moment I held Gwen, he flipped a biscuit and wouldn’t stop howling until I held him again. He was soooo clingy after that, I’m shocked and surprised he let Godfather Tim take him up for communion! And he definitely gave Gwen the stink eye for quite some time….
On Monday, we had the older and the younger Bartels over for a BBQ. Sadly, I was too busy learning that we had NO napkins or paper towels to accompany our steaks to take any pictures.
Then, on Thursday, the boys went to see Superman, while Hope and I spent a quiet morning/afternoon together with the babies. 7 hours hanging out? Yes please!
Even though they had to leave the next morning to back down south, we will be seeing them in just another week and a half! Yay for 3 whole months of summer vacation!!!