Fall Football

One last one, I promise. I found this picture today when I was uploading new pictures from the camera. I had forgotten I had taken it. This past year, we went to see my cousins Gideon and Jeremiah play football. Gideon played for his school and Jeremiah for the Optimist. This picture is of Jeremiah and Wesley just before the game.

Curious Kitty

I got a new popcorn popper for Christmas and was very excited to come home and use it. I do have an addiction and the popper has been used nearly everyday since receiving it. The other day as I was popping a batch to munch on, Flower got a little curious. Unfortunately she did not stay with her nose to the popper as it started popping, that would have been fun to see. P.S. - Max is also fascinated by the machine. You just can't see him in this picture.

P.P.S. - Please don't judge me for the cat being on the counter...she is just not afraid of me and unless I get very close, she stays there - Now Greg, she is afraid of and gets right down when told to.

A Proud Moment

Yes, the moment has come...Wesley can now officially drink from a can of soda. Not that I would ever give him a full one to practice from but the one that I left sitting by the couch with a little left in it was good practice. And have I mentioned that Max can point to a can of soda and say "Coke" Yep he can, so now both of my boys will call all soda "Coke".

Flour Fun

I use to keep my big containers of flour in the dining room for easy access when I was baking. But recently Max figured out how to get the lids off. Well right after Christmas, I forgot that there were a couple in the house and Max found them and had a fun time.

This first picture is what tipped me off that Max had done something that he really should not have...little footprints from walking in the flour.

And if the footprints are in the living room then the trail should lead back to my container. Tupperware - just proves that my one year old is smarter then the squirrels that could not get the Tupperware open that was holding the peanut butter while camping all those years ago.

He was so proud of himself and wanted to play some more...even with me standing there telling him not to - could be that me taking pictures took some of the harshness away???

Bath Time

My boys LOVE bath time. They beg to get in and hate to get out. Max practically throws himself out of your arms (while trying to undress him) into the tub. Wesley has to have a ritual of saying good-bye to the water, bubbles, rubber duckies, and whatever else is in the tub while getting out. I am going to cherish this time of life because like most boys do, I am sure they will try to find ways to get out of bath time in the future.

Wesley's Birthday Party

On the 27th of December we celebrated Wesley's 3rd birthday along with my cousin Gideon's 15th birthday - our house was crowded but we had a good time. Here are some pictures of the festivities...

The Cakes...well cake and brownies (they are Gideon's favorite)

Blowing out the Candles

And the presents...Can you say spoiled?

Friends and Family...

Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam...

The catch? Wesley could care less about being a Sunbeam - he just wants to go back to Nursery and his routine. Have I ever mentioned that Wesley HATES change, and does not usually do well in new situations? Well Sunday was a prime example - change and a new situation all at once. Yes, Wesley turned three and it is time to graduate into the regular primary routine and I tell this story because I am sure that in a few years I won't believe it myself...

Greg had to go to work right before Sacrament Meeting ended so, it was me and my boys headed to the primary room together. As we approached, Wesley started to realize that something was not right and stopped walking, in fact he threw himself on the floor right in the doorway to the room. I got him back on his feet grudgingly and proceeded with my crying, tantrum throwing child into the primary room. I put him in a chair and prepared to leave - that is until he melted from the chair and onto the floor to continue throwing his fit. (I might add that this super cute row of three year olds all had tears in their eyes but I think that Wesley's stunning display kept them all mesmerized and cut down on more tantrums.) This continued through most of Sharing Time/Singing Time...and Max, well he entertained himself by pushing a chair into the class behind us - then a very patient, very nice primary presidency member took him to the Nursery to play (to bad I could not leave him there...he is only 13 1/2 months *sigh*). I took Wesley out of the room at one point to calm him and then we went back in - one of his teachers tried to hold him but he was sooo not cooperating. So, I walked him to the classroom and we waited for his class and then I left him...and he did enjoy class. Next week? Greg gets to take him and we are dumping and running - the teachers have been warned.