Random Pictures

Playing downstairs. (They were being really cute and I went down to take a picture.  Then they started fighting and I had to force them to pretend they were being nice for the picture.) Spencer not-eating all the food we could possibly think of that he might want to eat.  He is my picky-eater and he would prefer to eat only fruit for the rest of his days.  Below: Spencer taking self-portraits on my phone.

Falling asleep on the stairs because I was too slow taking him up to his bed:

We find out we're having a boy in January!  (Grant was very surprised.  He had wanted a boy, but he is very used to the girls getting their way.  He could not understand how it wasn't a girl like they said.)  Then we had a pizza celebration meal with the boys.  Below that: my boys walking to school in their capes.  Grant really wanted them to dress up.  Spencer blowing kisses.  And Ellie sitting next to a vaseline covered couch produced by Spencer.  She read her way through the entire episode.  Spencer was kind enough to put away the vaseline jar when he was done (it was covered with goo, as was the door handle to the closet he found it in.)

And.... Spencer during a carwash.  True, they happen rarely enough that he hasn't had a lot of practice.  But boy, was that child terrified.  Even if Meg held his hand.  

Random Photos

Meg does Spencer's hair.  If only my girls had ever had this mop.

Riding the rides in the park.  I don't usually do videos, but these are funny.  The first is the kids on a ride while Spencer watches.  (He was too little.)  The second is him trying to crawl under the fence to get to them on the ride.

He finally gets a turn riding the train:

Meg's gum in Spencer's hair after she tended him while I took a shower.  I cut it out.  Peanut Butter seemed too time intensive, and he has enough hair to take the loss.

The Sillies

Spencer watches the kids play outside.  This year, they're old enough I let them go out alone (we do not have a fenced backyard and there is quite the drop-off) but Spencer is not allowed to go with the crowd.  It makes him pretty wishful when I'm making dinner and he's stuck indoors.

Spencer usually doesn't enjoy having his picture taken:

Sticking stickers all over themselves:

April Phone Photos

Watching General Conference:

My punishment for going downstairs to change the laundry and leaving Spencer behind:

At first, I thought Spencer was eating his corn.  (Since he is a horrible eater, I was delighted I'd found something he liked.)  Turned out he was hiding them in his overalls.  Yum.

Family Lego Time:

Around the House:

Food?  Who needs food?

Finally walking to school again!

I cut off Spencer's mullet (Justin is sad):

Ellie starts a list of fun things for the summer.  That girl has interesting taste.

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Recently I read through last year's blog posts (the only year I've managed to print out) and I realized how much I enjoy remembering those snippets of life that get lost so quickly. I need to do better at taking the time to get them down here.  So be patient with my rambling. It matters to me.  Besides, until it's actually Spring for more than two days in a row, I don't know that I'll get any good pictures to post my stories around (which is what I usually do).

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On Sunday Spencer:

1. threw cars at a woman sharing a personal experience about trials.
2. repeatedly smacked books out of a small girl's hands.
3. unlocked my car from inside the Relief Society room.
4. pulled on my hair as hard as he could.
5. poked the little girl behind us over and over.

Nursery, please?

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I recently registered the kids for a summer art class. Then I sent the registration form in. Now I don't remember which class I registered them for. Talent.

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Ellie recently brought me some of her "tears and fears." One of them was that she'd been worrying about a time she got mad at Justin and threw a rock at the window.  She said: "Mommy, I know I shouldn't worry about it, but I just keep worrying about it." Of course, neither Justin and I recalled the incident and I thought about how often I think about mistakes I've made and how I refuse to let them go even when I've apologized and everyone else has forgotten them. I thought how Heavenly Father must be thinking it was such a little thing, and that he wishes I wouldn't hurt my heart with worrying about it anymore. So now, when something comes to my mind like that - usually at night - I tell myself: "I will not worry about thrown rocks anymore." I hope Ellie doesn't either.

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Right now Spencer doesn't talk. Instead he makes a sound that sounds like a cat.  He makes this sound over and over for whatever he wants.  The other day Justin and I finally admitted to each other that it doesn't just sound like a cat, it sounds like a cat in heat.  Yep.  We need to teach that boy some words.

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Justin and I recently discovered some videos on YouTube called "KidSnippets."  Anyway, they crack us up (although he played them for his office mate, who doesn't have kids, and apparently they weren't that funny to him).  In KidSnippets they have kids make a pretend dialogue and then they have adults act them out.  Now when our kids fight, we have them pretend to be different characters and then act the stories out (usually in the car).  This morning Grant and Meg had us laughing so hard that I don't think I was a safe driver.

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Household Moments - Random

Let's not kid ourselves.  This is a lot of my life:

Margaret Kathleen Wood spells out her name all by herself:  (She then proceeded to write all over the book, so we probably won't be doing that again for awhile.)

Nap-time hair:

Grandma sent jammies in a package.  Meg immediately put them on.  (She was disturbed that they said 4T when she is now 5.  I told her it was okay if they fit, which they did.)

Falling asleep in random locations around the house:

Grandma's present for Spencer's birthday.  (Grant totally tried to steal it.)

Being one means throwing your food everywhere and playing with power outlets when your mom takes you to play at the playplace:

Doing Mom's hair:

Exhaustion from sleeping with your siblings at night:  (Now he goes to sleep, but at first he stayed up really late yelling and playing.)

Being one also means pulling everything off the shelves in the kitchen, and hoarding binkies:

Take a picture of me!

Stealing Mom's Monopoly money (at least when Grant was on my team he took money from the bank and added it to his pile), falling asleep on the floor again, pulling more stuff off the shelves.)

Caption:  I'm too sexy for these jammies, too sexy for these jammies, oh yah.