The Cutest Cowboys in the WORLD!

We had our Spring Concert at my work last week, and the theme was "cowboys". My kids did the best! They even had a class solo (we sang "On Top Of Old Smokey"). They were adorable. Especially the kid I sat by who kept reaching up to play with my hair. I told him, "When the concert is over, you can play with my hair. Right now, you need to watch the teacher leading the songs." He answered, "Watch, I'm looking at the teacher AND playing with your hair..."
Todd also got the cutest shoes off ebay for our little man. I have to admit I have a major obsession with baby shoes. Everyone spends money on at least one stupid thing in their life, and this is my thing. Check them out. You will want a pair.

Impressions

I guess I gave off the impression that Todd is a horrible husband. The truth is that he is the best, most doting husband anyone could ask for. And he bought me ice-cream last night. The last blog was not a personal attack on him, just me thinking out loud since a lot of pregnant people read my blog, (or at least I assume they read my blog), and I was wanting their opinions/stories. To conclude, my little Toddie is the most helpful little munch kin ever to escape OZ. He cooks me dinner at least twice a week, makes breakfast every Saturday, helps with dishes, picks up the den when asked, and he always does the laundry. Plus he is so darn good looking. Who could ask for a better husband? I'm just demanding. Blame my parents. :)

It was only 8:00 p.m.

when I told my husband, "Gosh, ice-cream sounds really, really, really, extremely good right now..." He looks at me and smiles, but doesn't turn off the basketball game. Not a big deal, except it is his sole responsibility as my husband to make sure I'm comfortable while I'm pregnant, right? I mean, as far as I can see men only want to help making babies during the fun part...and then they think it's all up to the girl. True, there is not much they can do. And I LOVE being pregnant. But, they don't get backaches, heartburn, and have people still wondering if you are fat or pregnant. What they can do is be the wife's personal slave during these months. It's only 9 months. It's only ice-cream. It's his baby. I wonder if I'm to anal about this...but then I remember the story of the Little Red Hen. If he doesn't help grow the baby in any way, then he can't play with him. Is that fair? What do you think?

Golfing

Last Monday I had my first golfing experience, and I have to say it was way harder then I thought. You apparently have to hold the golf club a certain way, swing a certain way, stand a certain way...and all those ways are really awkward. I have much more respect for good golfers, such as my little brother Chris, because this "sport" requires a lot more patience then I will ever have. People often ask me how I can handle working at a preschool, but that is nothing compared to golf. Good job, Chrisser. The pictures here are of us at the driving range. All the boys matched on accident...or so they claim. I think all the boys married up. Look at how hot we wives are. :)

Bad Dreams

So last night I had a dream that I gave birth to my kid (which didn't hurt at all!), and everything was perfect. He was adorable, and looked a lot like my little brother, Christopher. The only bad thing was that he didn't have a name. Yes. My son was six months old and we still didn't know what to name him. I can't do that. So, to help with the name decision, I'm copying Holly once again and setting up a poll so you can vote for the best name. Middle names are interchangeable, so don't judge by that. These are the names we have so far.

I want some more man meat

Sunday after conference we had a huge dinner. Well, more like a man-meat feast. Todd smoked some chicken, ham, ribs, and fish. There was a little salad and some rolls (thanks Holly!), but other then that it was pure animal. The picture of Todd is a little gross...that is barbecue sauce all over his face. It was just funny because he had no idea it was on there. Silly, little boy.

Puzzle People

Last Christmas break, I discovered there are three kinds of people in the world. And to explain these people I have to make a comparison with completing a puzzle. There are some people who look at the colors on a puzzle piece to find where it belongs in the big picture. Others look at the shape. And some people, like me, look at both. Todd looks at the shape. I'm not sure what this all means, except that we just view the whole world in totally different ways. This is apparent by the way Todd makes some comment thinking it was nice, and I take it completely the other way. For example, today I was making dinner when he says "What happened to you? Why do you like cooking so much now?" Not that harmful...or is it? He could be implying any of the following: that I'm a horrible cook and should stop trying, that I'm a turning into a simple housewife, that I'm a completely different person then he married (more unattractive), or that he likes that I'm cooking more. So many ways to look at it. Of course he says he meant the last one, and only the last one, but how can he expect me to only think of one aspect of the comment? The answer: he only notices the shape. What kind of puzzle completer are you?

Lily Bell

Today Chad, Rachel, and Lily came over to watch conference. As you can see, Lily LOVED listening to the prophet! She is so spiritual.
Happy Lily

Happier Lily

Happiest Lily


Lily thinking "Please stop taking pictures of me..."