boys boys boys...that was the scene at my house yesterday with my really expensive face wash that I never buy and when I do I hardly dare use it...we didn't take pictures!:) Wasn't quite in the mood :) Love those babies!
Brent's Memorial day prayer before our BBQ at Grandpa's (too cold to swim!) pool
Mark's immediate offer to parallel park my car at the busy cemetary on Memorial day
Bruch with dear friends/old roommates! Thanks for tending, Royce!
The sweet friends who checked on us when we didn't show up at church (because of colds)
The way Wes's oversized fleece sweatshirt feels at the end of a long day
The wonderful neighbors who picked up Lucy from school when I couldn't find my car keys!
The feeling of spring breezing through the windows
Christmas shopping with my big sisters!
Lucy's daily choice of colorful, non-matching clothes
The sound of Lucy reading Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus to Spencer
Fixed sprinklers! Thanks Dad!!
Quote Wall
Spencer (first words upon entering Mom's room in the morning): "Mom? How old are I?" Mom:"Three." "Three?" Spencer repeated blankly, "Still three?" 6/24/12
Spencer (during family night scripture stories, feeling concern for Abinadi'd death by fire): "I...I would just (quick hand motions + sound effects) smash that fire right out! If I had Mantis (think: Kung Fu Panda 2) 9/10/12
8 comments:
You are truly a great mother to watch your child make a mess and take pics. Don't think I'd do the same :)
Though I probably should more often.
boys boys boys...that was the scene at my house yesterday with my really expensive face wash that I never buy and when I do I hardly dare use it...we didn't take pictures!:) Wasn't quite in the mood :) Love those babies!
Learning about texture and taste is so important! I'm so glad you are recording all this. Someday it will make you smile! Love you
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I thought slugs and worms, etc. went into making a boy, but I guess it's just salt and pepper.
Ummm. I'd like myself a nibble of that little frog.
I ditto Deanna... I need to take pictures of this more often. I think one day I'll miss it.
Okay... that was really from me--not my mom!
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