For the Record

I know a post from us is going to be a big shocker, but for the record- we are still alive. I got called to the YW presidency in our ward about a year ago and ever since then things have been a whirlwind. Did I mention we had our baby?

This little guy joined our family March 3, 2010.

Riley James Hemingway-

His birth day was an absolute dream (my epidural worked this time). Everything went perfectly and for that we are so grateful. We love him to pieces. He is such a little joy and a great big piece of sunshine in our home.

He is now crawling and looks absolutely nothing like this sweet little lump. Chase loves him to bits.



(And also for the record- Blogger has changed everything in my absence and I have no idea how to do anything... maybe I'll post again next year. )

He can't be mine

I tried to give him apple crisp (with ice cream) for breakfast last Sunday. He took one bite and wanted Cheerios.

He can't be mine.

He chows down on dad's tuna fish, shrimp, and salmon, and thinks frozen peas are the best lunch ever.

He can't be mine.

He runs into Nursery every week without a glance back, or a thought that someone might push him down, make a mean face, or leave him out.

He can't be mine.

He refuses to wear socks to bed but is happy to wear pajamas that don't match.

He can't be mine.

But look at those smiley eyes, as Tim calls them,

He might be mine

Some of our family members feel like this:

Feline family members that is.

"An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.

He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks. Curious I pinned a note to his collar: "I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."

The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with 6 children -- 2 under the age of 3 -- he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?"

Things I'm craving

-rocks
-damp cement
-chalk
-Comet (the delicious smelling bathtub cleaner)
-the drafty fiberglass smell of our attic
-clean towels
-hospitals linens

Unfortunately I can't cook *any* of these things for dinner.

BOOO