Where does time go? Those four words seem to come out of my mouth at least five times each day. It seems like just yesterday that we were getting married, let alone bringing Conner home and welcoming Drew into the world. Here are some pictures of how fast time is going at the McClellan house...


On September 1st, I turned 30! I remember when my brother Patrick was born (I was 10) saying that one day when I was 30, he would be 20 and I remember thinking that 30 was so old! See, mom was 30 when she had Patrick and I remember her at 30 (and I remember thinking that she was old!) ! It is crazy how fast life flies by!
Drew is busy eating us out of house and home! I am anxious to see what the doctor has to say at his next appointment. See he has been on a weight watch since he was about 2 months old because he kept gaining weight, but dropping in his percentile ranking. I bet this time he will not drop and maybe even rise in his ranking. He is eating cereal and fruits and vegetables, all of his toys and Conner's toys, blankets, furniture and his hands and feet!
Conner was able to visit all of his friends at the farm over the last few weeks! He LOVED it even more this year than he did in the past! Then, every night since, he has told us a story about farming and what he did at work...I love his stories and I hope that they never end! I just hope I can always tell his true stories from his "make believe" stories!
We visited Daddy at work while he was working the races at ORP. Conner loved all of the race cars and Drew loved listening to them!

Last, but not least, we sold the truck. I will tell you that I have never thought of myself as a sentimental person when it comes to material things - until I was driving to meet Jason after he traded the truck. Again, I said to myself, where does time go? I remembered the day Jason bought that truck - almost eight years ago and I couldn't help but think about how much our lives have changed since then. See, this truck moved me in and out of Valpo; I drove it to my interview at Ice; this truck carried the wood that was used to build our home; it was the truck that pulled the boat the day Jason bought it and the truck that pulled the boat we rode away in after we got married; it was the truck we used to bring home all of our Christmas presents each year; it was the truck Jason drove too fast the day that we found out that Stephen died; it was the truck that we loaded all of our baby stuff in; and it was the truck Jason drove when we brought both of our boys home from the hospital...so on this short trip to trade in a truck, all I thought about was time...and I wished it would slow down. Now I see why Jason has always been so sentimental about his cars, boats and trucks (well, sort of!!!)