I have decided that I don't want Brooklyn's death to consume my life. I have noticed that I obsess over it some days--which is to be expected, I know--and those days are...sad-er. Not worse, just, sad. I still stand by my statement that I am relieved for Brooklyn. There are certainly things worse than death and running a marathon every day is not something I would wish for anyone, especially one so tiny. In any case I want to be happy. I want to enjoy my life and enjoy Bentley. Brooklyn will always be my little girl and now that I am starting to hang pictures of her in my house it feels like she is mine and always will be, even if I can't see her. She is my perfect little angel, awaiting me in heaven. And I know she helps me to be strong each day. She has a sweet spirit like that.

Bentley on the other hand, bless his heart, has been a little crazy lately. Still an angel, but he is teething and he is having separation anxiety--and now he's pushing our buttons trying to see if we will give in to his demands. Fits are becoming common place and sometimes he's just in need of a nap. Even so we still have fun. We read scriptures in the morning and play at the park, sometimes he takes a bath and gets to play with his toys.

Can I say he is just the cutest thing ever? The other night he woke up and was not tired AT ALL. So I went upstairs and slept in the guest bed with him and whilst I am trying to fall asleep Bentley was sitting up, staring at me whispering, "Ma ma," and then I felt his little hand poking my face over and over again. I just thought to myself, 'you never know how long anyone will live on this earth, and when he grows older I want to be able to look back and say that I loved my children and I enjoyed all the stages of their life.' I will have time for sleep later, but the precious moments like that I will never get back.
When Bentley is not being a cranky child he is adorable. Yesterday he grabbed my pant-leg and pulled me into the front room just so he could hug me. What a sweet kid.

Here are some pictures of my sweet boy. :D enjoy

After Bentley cut his head on a chair-leg, I held a wet washcloth to the wound. This is the face he gave me.

At the ER waiting.

Attempting to make it more humane by numbing his head.

Bentley hugging Merlin, our cat whom was with us only a few weeks.

We are a happy family.

Bentley and Grandpa on the tractor.

War Eagle ;)

Wearing mommy's apron. too cute.