Patience.

     I started looking for a new place to live. Three bedrooms and a backyard. I had it ALL planned out. It's a good thing I have a mother to set me straight when I let my wants run wildly away in a completely Bristyl way. So instead of signing another contract to potentially trap us in Utah when an amazing new job comes along, I went with the practical choice. The girls will share a room! And once again, my mother came to my rescue. She just happened to have this darling bed tied up with a ribbon, like only Joy Hartwell would, and it matches everything already in the nursery. So London got a big girl bed that she is completely obsessed with, and my expectant-mother-nesting need to have everything perfect 4 months before this child is even born was met---and exceeded!

     Now London spends her days putting all of her stuffed animals to sleep in her bed. Over and over again. She'll come running to me, "Shhhhh! Dollie sleeping! Shhhhh! Turtle night night!" I love it. 

     Kyle even set up this little book shelf for me, made from 3ft segments of a rain gutter. 

     





     Father's Day was lovely. London was able to help with Kyle's present, and even delivered it to him in bed. She was so proud of herself. And after church, my family came over for a barbecue. We all sang Happy Birthday to Taryn, while London laughed in the background.