Remember Her?

I still have this little Miss despite the recent McKay saturation in my posts. She just learned to rock back and forth on her hands and knees and her first tooth just poked through. She's practically a woman. I kind of like her a lot.

Not His Mama's Complexion

Last August.

Last week. This tan line prevailed through the frosty winter.

I slather spf 50 on him every time he's out. He's just blessed with Daddy's skin.

And what a cute bottom...

What's Wrong With This Pirate?

Well, besides his homemade sword and his headband of an eye patch, this pirate has no hat.

McKay and I were at the mall the other day and saw another little boy dressed like a pirate. McKay was stunned for a few moments, and then immediately asked if we could buy "some pirate stuff". He then asked every sales clerk he saw if they had swords. Pretty sure the Nordstrom ladies have never had that question before judging by their faces.

When we got home I went to work and made the above pirate necessities to the best of my ability. He was thrilled with the items but we both agreed that something major was missing. For McKay it was a "sparkly pink pirate costume" that was lacking (thanks to Aunt Marilyn's dance concert) but I knew this rascal needed a hat and I didn't know how to manipulate cardboard and duct tape to make one.

Well, few days later I was shopping at Target (I could go there everyday) and I found this little treasure at the dollar spot. Actually, two for a dollar. Don't you just love the dollar spot? I bought four...you know, just in case.

Ahhhh...now he's complete.

I didn't get a picture of the wire whisk that he used for a hook. I was so excited to get this beauty for .5o cents and I now have one happy little pirate on my hands.

Actually I have two.

Jack Sparrow and Captain Hook (who is singing "Yo Ho" with a nice arm swing)

Photographs courtesy of Captain Feathersword

Brian Won

For the last couple months Brian and I have been disagreeing on the state of McKay's hair for the summer months. Brian wants him to have a buzz. We tried a buzz on him last year and I decided that it was even more upkeep than a regular hair cut. Sure, you don't have to do his hair at all, but a buzz grows out and looks even worse than an outgrown haircut. I can go well over a month without giving McKay a trim, but with a buzz he needs it redone about every two weeks...maybe three if Ireally try to ignore it. So we've been debating back and forth. Brian has been trying to recruit McKay and yesterday when I asked McKay if he wanted a haircut, he said, "Yeah! Like Daddy!" with so much excitement and determination that I knew I had lost. I gave in but I made Brian promise that he would be the one responsible when hair started sticking up all over McKay's head and annoying me. He agreed.


Before:

Goodbye old hair. I'll see you in the Fall.

During:

Such a serious procedure.

After:

Hmmm? I don't know what I think. He's cute because, well, he's my boy. But I keep looking at him thinking he looks like a little cancer patient. He likes it though. He keeps running around saying, "Feel my hair!"

These Boots Are Made For Walkin'

This is what happens when I let McKay pick his own shoes before we go outside.

I couldn't talk him out of it. He was wearing these boots no matter what.

But he rocked the playground in these babies. Climbed ladders, sailed down slides, pranced around. He could do it all.

May 2008

Jumping off the diving board.  Prepared with floaties and goggles and courage!

Brian with his babies...um, I  mean running shoes.  Do you think he has enough?

Mother's Day 2008.  I sure am lucky to be the momma to these two amazing children.

Cutest little cowboy.

Reading with dad.

Jammie Walk

We love going on Sunday evening walks in the spring/summer...when the weather is not too hot and not too cold and the sun doesn't set until well after the kid's bedtime. We had to do it tonight because the weather was so nice. We didn't decide to go until after dinner and we figured that we'd be cutting it pretty close to bedtime. Brian suggested we go on a "Jammie Walk" and McKay was thrilled at the idea.

About halfway through our walk I asked McKay a question and heard no reply. We looked down and saw this. We figured that since they were both asleep we didn't have to rush home to get them in bed so we made our little walk a little longer.

When we got home they were still happily snoozing together. So glad it was a jammie walk- we each just took a kid and plopped them right in bed.

i like them

I'm pretty lucky. I am the youngest in a family of four girls. We are all extremely close and after hanging up from a conference call (aren't we official?) tonight with two of my sisters where I both cried and laughed hysterically, I decided to write down some of the things I love about my sisters and some of the funny things that I think of when I think of them.

• holding hands- it all started when I noticed how delicate and soft Jana's hands are. They are delightful to hold. We then discovered that we all like holding each other's and it's just one of our things. Holding hands. We love it.



• how can four people have so much to say to each other everyday? We laugh because we can talk on the phone late at night and then first thing the next morning and still have things to talk about. This practice drives all our husbands crazy and they just don't get it, but have learned to let it happen anyway. I always tell Brian that I would be talking non-stop to him if I didn't talk so much to my sisters. Brian doesn't like talking non-stop so he knows that this is necessary.



• we have an old swim suit that is kind of like a swim dress. It looked really cute on the model in the catalog that I bought it from. But once I actually got it I decided it would be a good maternity swimsuit. We named it "Big brown" and we've all worn it at one time or another, either while pregnant or just during a fuller phase. We have a love/hate relationship with Big Brown. She's there for us when we need her, but we sure don't love when we have to rely on her. Since then, we kind of love to use the phrase "big brown" to describe anything that fits. The requirements: it has to be brown, and you have to feel kind of ugly in it. I love all the quirky, funny (to us) little jokes we have together.



• singing. I'm pretty sure my dad would want us all to sing at his funeral, just so he can laugh at us from above. He loves when we sing, but only because we're so bad. But, even still, sing we do. We love making up our own songs to already existing tunes. I'll never forget making up words to a John Denver song (can't remember what it's called) and having one of my nephews friends in the house observing the impromptu concert and looking at us like we were totally crazy. "Doesn't everyone sing like this, little neighbor?" Guess not. We kind of forgot that to some it might be weird. You should hear us during a game of domino's...



• supporting each other throughout the woes, successes, pitfalls and joys of motherhood. I am so grateful I have these three ladies to share this wonderful journey with. They are such an amazing support to me and such a great resource when I feel like I don't know what I'm doing.



• we have a lot of celebrity friends. We all kind of have certain celebrities that we feel like we know and that are our best friends. Jennifer Aniston is an old pal. After seeing Black Hawk Down way back when, Josh Hartnett became Lisa's first boyfriend. We just have special connections. We have conversations about celebrities like we're talking about our own friends.



• shopping. Now, this practice is kind of divided. I have learned to appreciate the thriftiness of my two older sisters and have learned a lot from them, but I love shopping with Jana. We're not very good at it, but we still love it.



• writing Poems. What a funny thing we do with and for each other. It's always fun when someone writes a poem- usually accompanying a birthday or Christmas present, or more recently a wedding!

• cousins! I only have one cousin who I don't get to see hardly ever; so I am thrilled that my kids get to have an abundance of cousins to play with. McKay's cousins are his very best friends. I love that. Without my sisters, my kids would be missing out on some great friends.

How sad for anyone who doesn't get to have sisters. How lucky for me that I get to have three! I love them all!

if only i had voted...

i'm shocked! lisa and i wonder if maybe america was scared away by the mayor of murray and his moustache.

Don't Worry

By the way- for those of you who are worried, Brian does know about all my boyfriends...and he's okay with them. I will have to do a whole post about them sometime and reveal Brian's girlfriend...he's only had one.

And I just realized that I said it would be creepy to have a 17 year old boyfriend...so what do I call him? I don't know the right word...

He's My Singing Boyfriend- but he HAS to be singing...

Ahhh. I am so confused. I just watched American Idol and as usual, am not voting for anyone. I don't like to participate much in the voting thing...I just like to sit back and see what happens, because although I love the show, I don't really care who wins. I just like the entertainment of it all. So...David or David? I don't know. I can't imagine that David Cook will win but maybe I have no idea. I think either way they'll both be successful. Anyway, why am I confused? Well, I love David Archuleta when he's singing. I could just eat him. I could cry sometimes too, he's that good. "Imagine" tonight- mmmm...so amazing! But then when he's being judged, or talking, or just standing there I just don't feel him. He's kind of awkward and uncomfortable to watch. Like I really get uncomfortable watching him talk. And I don't really want him to. Just sing David...sing.

And what the heck has Rueben been doing?

And also, who's a big American Idol nerd? Me. I feel like one right now with all this AI talk.

Just Another Marathon

Brian- Ran his SEVENTH marathon today in Ogden! He was not happy with his time- he started feeling sick around mile 11, and didn't feel well the rest of the race. I am always still impressed with him running a whole marathon, regardless of the time he gets. He says that he's now run enough marathons that "just finishing" is not good enough anymore. He wants good times. He needs speed. He was frustrated about this race. He looked so very cute though when he walked in the door from his run today that I told him to "freeze!" and I snapped about twelve pictures of him. He had to tell me to stop. He looked very cute, but he smelled very bad. It's funny because I always want to give him a big "I'm proud of you" hug after a race, but ewww! I just can't do it. I give him a very loose, pat-hug. Then I tell him to go shower. Then, after he's all clean and smelling good I give him a nice big hug. Anyway- although he was not happy with his time I am still proud of my runner. Way to go Bri!

Don't mind the pile of garbage behind him. It's not mine.



This is right about when he told me to stop snapping pictures. But who can blame me for wanting to?