Festivities

We had a wonderful Easter. Aaron is the one that always heads up the decorating activities. (Landon's feedings always land right when I am trying to do something important.) The boys enjoyed coloring eggs. They both love hard boiled eggs so they wanted to eat them the entire time we decorated. I got the "Monster Egg" coloring kit which came with stickers of monster eyes and teeth and hair and fuzzy twine stuff.Some finished product...Kaden named Aaron's creation "Mustachio"

Easter Day hunting for eggs. After church (it is always difficult to get a nice picture of both of the boys)
It is such a joy to have both families close. We went to Aaron's parents Easter morning for breakfast and had an egg hunt there with surprises from Grandma K (what the boys call Aaron's mom). We went to church. For dinner my family came to our house and we had another egg hunt in our backyard with the eggs from Nana (what the boys call my mom). Sometimes it is hard trying to fit both families in on special occasions, but after all is said and done the memories we create are priceless.
One more picture from the day...(the color of the day was lime green. My dad, Brenton, Jarrett, and Landon all had the color on.)

Shocker

Okay so I haven't been great about updating this thing. This week my goal is to post daily to get up to date and then to post on a weekly basis to stay caught up. If you are out there...thanks for sticking with me! This week they won't really be in chronological order. I should probably start with the story of Landon, but I will save that for later this week.

These are pictures from swim lessons the last couple of weeks. The boys loved going each day. They are definitely my little fishies that love the water.

A little goes a long way

A lot has been going on with our little family. I am just going to highlight a few things.

We bought an Excursion. We are trying to sell the Tahoe. Anyone looking for an amazing vehicle (that we are really, really sad to give up)?I had a birthday. Number 28. Pretty crazy. I am holding our nephew, Jarrett. My mom always makes me my favorite cake--carrot cake. It is from scratch and I could pretty much eat the entire thing myself. I have never tried, but I am pretty sure I could do it.
The boys all ready for church. They are growing so fast. It is so hard to believe Kaden will be starting Kindergarten this year. He is doing awesome in Preschool and can't wait to go to the "big kid's school." Brendon is a stinker. He drives us crazy one minute and the next he is giving hugs and telling you he loves you. He is talking up a storm and loves being with big brother wherever that may be.

Last, but definitely not least, as of today I am 35 weeks along. This is a shot from today, courtesy of Kaden. I am feeling pretty well for the most part. A lot of days I feel like a hamster on wheel. I am moving constantly and so busy but I don't really get anywhere or anything done. I guess that is just how it is towards the end.

New nephew

Brent and Sarah welcomed Jarrett Brenton to the world on December 7. I just happened to stop by for a visit at the hospital (Sarah was supposed to be in labor) and they had just whisked her away for a c-section. I was one of the lucky ones to see Jarrett just a few minutes old. The rest of the family was able to partake in his sweet spirit this week.

There is just nothing like a newborn. They are so perfect when they come straight from heaven. We are so excited for the new parents as they embark on the adventure of parenthood. We love you, Sarah and Brent!

Check it out!

I am so excited! I hope to soon be able to put a new picture in the blog header. We just had our family pics taken by Kara Layne . She is amazing! I have been following her for a long time. Her photography is breathtaking. You can take a sneak peak at some of our photos and her genius here. Enjoy!

Happiness Is

I love my boys

What is a Boy?

By Alan Beck

Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors, but all boys have the same creed: To enjoy every second of every minute of every hour of every day and to protest with noise (their only weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them off to bed at night.

Boys are found everywhere- on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

When you are busy, a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise. When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly or else he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the world and himself with it.

A boy is a composite- he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a fire cracker, and when he makes something he has five thumbs on each hand.

He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the street, woods, water (in its nautral habitat), large animals, Dad, trains, Saturday mornings, and fire engines. He is not much for Sunday School, company, schools, books without pictures, music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime.

Nobody else is so early to rise, or so late to supper. Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs, and breezes. Nobody else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, 3 feet of string, an empty Bull Durham sack, 2 gum drops, 6 cents, a sling shot, a chunk of unknown substance, and a genuine super-sonic code ring with a secret compartment.

A boy is a magical creature- you can lock him out of your work shop, but you can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but you can't get him out of your mind. Might as well give up- he is your captor, your jailer, your boss, and your master-- a freckled-face, pint-sized, cat-chasing, bundle of noise. But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with the two magic words- "Hi Dad!"