Happy BIrthday Dylan (part 4)

It would appear that Dylan finally has figured out this cake thing ain't so bad!

Happy Birthday Dylan (part 5)

Dylan seemed to have his fill of cake, and I'm sure in the second picture he is clearly thinking, "Enough partying for me, let's go to bed!" After getting cleaned up the last two pictures are of Dylan with some of his toys. Dylan received a high chair from mom and dad, and Brayden got him a drum that he just loves. Friends and family gave him several toys, books, clothes, shoes, and a new cloth diaper. Thank you to all those who love our little boy and spoil him rotten! And for all you skeptics out there, I don't care what you say, Cloth diapers are so darn cute!!
We sure love our birthday boy, it was a wonderful day!

From the mouth of Babes

I regret not writing everyday because I know I have missed some really great things. Today Brayden was playing with his friend Lucy. They come out of the room together and Brayden says to me very matter of factly, "We are going to the temple, and we were wondering if you would watch our baby Elmo. He is asleep in hi bed." I told him I would and he replies with, "There is pizza in the fridge that we made for you." The Brayden and Lucy squeeze into a car (which is made for one) with Lucy's tush practically hanging out the side. It was the funniest thing I have every seen.

Later on the were head off to the temple once more and inquiring about my babysitting services. I told them that they would have to bring the baby to my house if they wanted me to watch Elmo. Brayden looks at me very seriously as says, "Ok, do you live on 53rd street or 58th?)

Oh how he keeps me on my toes. I know that I am far from the perfect example, but how grateful I am to know that he is familiar with the temple and sees it as part of life, something to be mimicked in play.

And then there is my sweety pie Dylan. We were at dinner tonight and I took a drink of water from my cup and he started squealing wanting and reaching out for my cup. Well, his sippy cup had fallen on the floor, so I picked it up and put it on his tray. He reached out grabbed it, tossed it off the side of the tray onto the floor, and started reaching out for my cup once again. After doing this twice I couldn't help but laugh, and needless to say he won my cup of water!

Toliet Papering

So I told this story to some friends at a bridal shower (we were making toilet paper brides), and one suggested I should blog about it cause it was so funny, so sorry mom, you'll have to correct it if I mess it up! This is how I remember it.
When I was in high school my mother would never let me go toilet papering. Well, we moved to Idaho, and my mom attended an annual Relief Society sleepover. Half way through the night they all hop in the car and hand my mother a couple rolls of toilet paper. She said, "we're doing what?" It was tradition for them to go and toilet paper the sister's homes who didn't attend the sleepover. As they are driving around they get pulled over by the police who says to them, "It has come to my attention that a certain white van has been reported toilet papering houses. (as the entire back row of women are holding toilet paper in their hands) I'm sure if that were true then that certain white van would be on it's way home!" He let them go and despite the suggestion of going home and switching cars their toilet paper night was over! Guess you just have to wait till your older to have all the fun!

To my friends

I have come to realize just how important the power of friendship is and what a true friend is. I am grateful for the friends I have made while living in this area and I will miss it all. I will miss going over for play dates so moms can visit. I will miss waking up at 5 am knowing someone will be walking through your door to work out (or just sleep on the couch). I will miss a friend who willingly says, "GO to the temple with your husband, leave your children here", even when that means coming to your house at 5 am then cart them around." or"Here, take a loaf of bread" Who doesn't care that I am a slob and truly sees who I am. Those who teach me to be a better mother, wife, church member, friend. Thank you, thank you, thank you ! I will miss you all!

Sweet Orange Juice

We were eating dinner: orange nut pancakes, fried eggs, and fresh squeezed orange juice (putting that new juicer to work) and I gave Dylan a little bit of juice in a cup. He absolutely loved it and couldn't get enough. I couldn't get over the pictures!

Just Remembering

I have a lot on my mind these days and to clear my head I was looking at some photos. I came across a folder marked Easter and Dylan's birth. They are together because I went into labor Easter morning and then Dylan was born the next day. I just realize what a wonderful family I have. My boys are the sweetest children and Ryan is such a wonderful husband. I can't imagine my life without them. I often wonder what I would do if I lost any one of them, especially Ryan, I would be so lost without him. I pray him safe as he works these late nights. So I put a few pictures of dying Easter eggs with Brayden (you'll have to excuse myself, I am VERY pregnant) and then some pictures of Dylan's Birth