It was beautiful out today. We took a nice family walk and all three kids fell asleep. Brenna and Jonah zonked out in the stroller and Barry wore Logan in the Baby Bjorn. The sun was shining, a nice breeze was blowing, and the temperature was in the mid 70s. The winds are definitely changing here in Ohio and fall is in the air. It is beautiful.

When we walked back up to our house there was something wrong…our mailbox was knocked down. We had noticed police cars up the street and commented on how strange that was, but as we were standing inspecting our broken mailbox one of the cars backed up towards us. The policeman inside told us that our neighbors a couple doors down had a domestic dispute, the man reached into the woman’s car, put it in drive, let it roll away, and told her to go catch it. Our mailbox stopped it and then the woman caught up with it. I am so thankful we were not just playing out in the driveway riding bikes like we often do on Sundays. It is so lucky that no one got hurt, no homes were run into…why would anyone do that? How sad to live like that and be so angry that you would act to recklessly and irrationally. I am so thankful for my family!!! I am so thankful for a good stable kind, loving husband who will never send my car down the street without a driver…MY GOODNESS!

I need to write down Logan’s stats before I forget…at 2 months old he is now 14 lbs. 5 ozs. and 25 inches long. When he was born he was at about the 75th percentile for height and weight–now he’s off the chart!! Where do I get these huge babies? They grow like weeds!! My neck and shoulders are killing me from lugging Logan around all day at the Wool Gathering yesterday, he’s getting so heavey. I am fitting into my skinny jeans though (I can’t wait to fit into my skinniest)–I guess that’s why my babies get so fat, they suck it all off me. I shouldn’t complain (until I stop nursing and gain it all back).