We survived Luke's first sleepover! Luke's buddy (and cousin) Brandon came over Friday night. It was his first sleepover also! I wasn't sure how it would be but we were very excited and just decided to play it by ear. The boys went right to Luke's room and started playing. They were so cute. I can't believe how big Luke is getting. After playing with what seemed like every toy in Luke's room, playing hide and go seek in the dark (me, Bry and the girls played too) and watching a little t.v. Bry decided to put them to bed. Amazingly, they did great. We didn't hear from them until the next morning.
After having breakfast and lots more playing, we took them to Stix for lunch. My kids love that place and Brando does too. Next, we decided to let them each "Build-A-Bear". And since we were right next door we just had to stop in for a cookie. :)
Luke had so much fun! He loves his Brando. When it was time to take Brandon home he said "Um Angie, I'm still spending the night with you right?" I said "You already did bud. Don't ya wanna go home?" He said "I'll tell you when I wanna go home!" It was funny but it kind of made me feel good because Brandon is a homebody. The kid loves his home. :)
Anyway, it was really fun for them and actually pretty fun for us too.
Here are a few more pics...
The kiddos outside of Stix.
Luke with his tiger (Tiger Tiger), Brandon and his bear (Beary Bear), Presley and her cat (Ms. Kitty) and Bay with her bear (Blue). The names crack me up!
The boys enjoying their yummy cookies!
Soon after, I went in for my yearly OB appointment. They asked the usual questions, including when my last cycle began. I started to answer, then looked at the calendar and then back at the nurse- she smiled and said "Maybe we should run a pregnancy test, just in case". She walked in a few minutes later and said "Mrs. Ross, you're pregnant." I said the first thing that came to my mind. "SHUT UP!" She laughed and said "I will not, you are pregnant." After telling her to shut up again, I asked her to take another test.
The other test had the same result and roughly 9 months later my tiny boy with a head full of jet black hair came screaming into my life! I was instantly and completely in love. 
Luke was such a sweet baby. His smile would make you melt and to this day his pitiful cry is enough to break my heart. It didn't take long for my tiny boy with the jet black hair to turn into a chubby little man with a head full of blond curls. And it took even less time for me to learn that raising him would be a lot different than raising Bailey.
He doesn't like to sleep, for fear of missing something. When he gets mad, he makes sure everyone knows it. And mischief is his middle name. There isn't a child lock he can't pick or an obstacle he can't climb in order to get into the trouble he has planned. His little mind never stops!
On the other hand, he is charming, loving and kind hearted. He is fiercely protective of his sisters. He gives the best hugs! And I gotta say, the ladies love Luke. Everywhere we go, young and old, girls are drawn to him and they can't keep their hands out of his curly hair.
He is all boy. He loves rough-housing with his Daddy, playing with cars and his tools. But he also loves to look good. He looks forward to going for haircuts with Bry. After Bryan dresses him for church he will strut up to me, strike a pose and say "Uuuuuh-Huuuuuh!", like he knows he looks hot! :)
My sweet Luke, my first and only son, my precious little man- you've taught me patience, to expect the unexpected, because of you I've learned to not sweat the small stuff. You've kept me on my toes and you've worn me out! You make me smile and you warm my heart!
Happy 4Th Birthday Buddy!! I love you so much!
Some of the kiddos working on their treasure chests.
Luke's cake
Presley's cake
Some of the kids playing in the boat/ball pit.
Aargh! Luke tried on the pirate gear that came with his cake. He was feeling the eye patch though. 
I caught Presley helping herself to another cupcake. She wasn't even ashamed. :) 
Three years ago today I received a gift that I never imagined I would be given. My third child, my second daughter, my baby girl, my Presley. There I was with an 8 week old baby boy, another unexpected miracle in my life. I was overwhelmed with the gifts that God had already blessed me with when I discovered that I was pregnant again.
Presley took her time learning to walk. At first I was grateful for that because I already had one little munchkin running around getting into everything. But then I started to worry because she was a year old and still showed no interest. I started trying to get her to walk. I would lower her to the floor and she would jerk her feet up and start crying. Eventually I realized that she just didn't want to walk. She realized that being carried was much more fun. That was one of the first signs she showed of her being a little princess.
Many signs soon followed. She found her voice and was not afraid to use it to show her approval or very loud disapproval of things. She wanted to chose her own shoes and if you tried to change them, she would let you have it! She loves to have her hair fixed and then she runs around to show us all and waits for us to tell her how beautiful she is. After I dress her each day she runs back to my mirror and poses and looks at herself from each angle. Sometimes she declares herself a rock star and some days she just says "I beautiful". 
She has been nicknamed Sassy and it fits her perfectly. If you gain her disapproval, she will throw her finger up in your face and say "Don't talk to me! The child is not afraid of anything! Animals, the dark, anything! She has the best laugh and the sweetest smile. She keeps us laughing all the time with the things she says and does. She loves to sing and dance. She loves fried rice and chocolate of any kind. She adores her brother and sister but she never hesitates to put them in their place when she feels it necessary. She's very independent and outspoken. She's also very sensitive and loving. I couldn't imagine my life without her.
It's hard for me to believe that she is three years old. I feel like the last three years have been a blur. I wish there was a way to slow it down so I could savor all the hugs and cuddles and baby giggles. These will, after all, be my last. She is my baby. As much as it hurts to feel all of these little moments slipping away, my heart sings every time she learns something new and for every new smile that I get to see.
Seth was feeling a little stiff. :) 
If you look closely you can see that Brandon is about to stick his tongue to the ice. Now that would have been interesting.
When we first got there Presley LOVED it!
It didn't take long for her to realize that cold weather is NOT for her!
Bay and the Grinch.
Jo and Bre
Ella on the ice slide.
Bubs is probably going to kill me for this one, but I couldn't resist! WEEEEEE!
