Here's the birthday girl's birthday. She was real excited for presents. We finally taught her how to do a three with her fingers. She kept telling everyone she was either one or five.
She got a new Cabbage Patch doll and a car seat to carry her in. Does anyone else remember playing with these? I loved them.
And here's what happens when you let a three year old have a fork and attack her birthday cake. She would go to eat a bite and say "there goes her arm...bwa ha ha ha ha" all evil like. Her favorite thing was eating her eyeball.
And here she is this morning. Her dad made pancakes with peaches from our tree on them, and she would only eat the Cool Whip. What am I going to do with this child? Her father is even beginning to agree with me that she is a challenge.
My little boy's second first day of preschool. Every time we drop him off Emory cries for him. It's pretty cute. But then, she cries about everything.
He has all of a sudden started doing ninja moves. They are the most goofy looking little things. We just laughed at him all day long. Here's a few of them.
Couple of fun things around here:
- Jaxon starts gymnastics and soccer this week. Please don't call me Soccer Mom. And Emory starts dance next week. Oh, and Peach Days is this weekend, need I say more?
- Trav was called as the YM President in our ward last week. He's had this calling before, and same as before, it came at the worst possible time. We found out the day before he started school at Weber with three new classes to teach, three classes at USU for his PhD, and his wife is crazier than normal with number three on the way. I just laughed and laughed when the bishop called me. Then I asked him if he was sure he knew what he was doing. But last time we were also so blessed that we couldn't believe it. I think Heavenly Father recognized that we were going to need more blessings and he thought this would be a good way for us to earn them.
- I feel surprisingly well. I had one of my best friends in the whole wide world pretty much tell me to quit my whining when I told her I just didn't understand why I had to be sick. She reminded me that I don't get stretch marks, I have good babies, I have easy labors and I don't gain a whole lot of weight so maybe this is just my cross to bear. She put me in my place a little but I needed it:). I have filled up my days with fun stuff and that always helps. I usually start to feel sick at nighttime so my poor husband comes home from a long day and finds me laying on the couch with nothing in the oven for dinner, but he is so understanding. I've said it before and most of you know it, but I am SO LUCKY TO HAVE HIM. I will never understand what I did to deserve him.
Anyway, number three is cooking and actually making this pretty easy on me, and I'm feeling strongly like it's a boy. Please let it be a boy. Please let it be a boy. Other than being tired and having the worst allergies ever, things are going well. Overall, I couldn't be happier.
And did I mention it's storming outside and it's supposed to cool off significantly this week? Love it.