Babymooning

Is there anything more heavenly than the scent of Chrism oil?  Judge me if you will, I didn't wash Sam for four days after his baptism--I wanted to smell that oil as long as I could.  Sweet Galadriel was there when I finally gave in and bathed him.  Both of us took about ten "final sniffs" of his little head, desperately trying to inhale all of that sweetness.  Now he's clean and fluffy...and still smells pretty sweet!;)

My in-laws flew in for "tournament week" of baseball.  Every night my husband takes the crew to the ballfield for the game(s).  Eowyn and Legolas and Rosie bring balls and toys and hit the playgrounds and come home filthy dirty and exhausted at the end of the games.  I, however, have enjoyed hours of peaceful evening "alone time"...and it has been very therapeutic!  The downside? I missed the games this season, and I do love to watch my kids play.

Who is that cute coach?!;)

Don't look if you're blood sick:  Legolas and I are waiting to be driven home from Sam's baptism.  Legolas would get three stitches later that night.  Do I look like I'm trying not to faint?  I am.  A bit much for a postpartum mama...but I made it home and spent the rest of the night snuggling my new little Christian.

Much better!

And to round things out, a little photo-dump for you: 

those cheeks!!

pinecone hunting!

I'm going to get a picture of this guy's black eye--the bruise drained from his forehead and left him with quite the shiner.  The safety goggles? A reward for being brave at the Urgent Care.  He and Eowyn spent the afternoon "fixing" our playset with his new tool kit.