Quote of the Day

"What's his name?" Said CJ to the sweet old neighbor lady walking her dog by our house.

"His name is Gus!" Replied the sweet old neighbor lady.

"Gus?" CJ inquisitvely repeated as a naughty little smile overcame his face. "Ewwww, dis-GUS-ting!"

Weekend in Review

Big day on Saturday for C.J. Behold, the BIG BOY BED. Lucy thinks we did her fat little self a favor and bought her a bed she can jump up on without assistance (like our king-size which requires about five tries before she makes it up on top). She hasn't moved from that spot. After a lovely nap on the Big Boy Bed, we went to a family BBQ courtesy of moi and cousin Haley. CJ found lots of bugs. He walked around like that most of the time.
That was, until the 4-wheeler ride courtesy of Uncle Dave (and that's great-grandma on the back) traumatized C.J. for about six hours after his ride.
He then played it safe in the far corner of the yard with his  dad by his side.
Sunday was delightful. Mr. "Hi Guys!" at 5:45 a.m. slept in until 8:30 (love that big boy bed!) which meant we were an hour late for church which meant he was actually good for two hours of nursery which meant I came home from church actually feeling spiritual. Because he was so good, he was rewarded with two pounds of cookie dough.

8:30 p.m. (one half-hour past bedtime)

8:45 p.m. (after his touchdown into Lucy's food)

9:00 p.m. (after I found him hiding from me in the closet where we apparently store extra batteries)

10:00 a.m. the next day. Sent to remind me that I am a good mother.

Lucy love

Easter
CJ and I were sick so we slept in and awoke to glorious Easter baskets  and Swedish eggs served to us in bed. 
 
THEN we had a huge dinner at Nana's house where I ate about 47 homemade Oreo cookies.
And finally, we topped the evening off with a delightfull fruit truffle, as Lucy parked herself in her usual dining spot--under CJ's table where she catches every - AND I MEAN EVERY - stray crumb.

CJ climbed out of his crib tonight and said,  "Outta crib mommy! Wheee!"

Potty Training Fun!

Finding the Otter Pops.

Sleepover with Lauren and Anna!

Anna (age 5): "You're a mom and you don't have a fat butt. Most moms I know have a really fat butt. It's wierd."

Lauren (age 8): "This girl in my class is from New York City. She has a huuuuuge wart on her arm. Everytime the teacher asks a question I PRAY she doesn't know the answer so she won't raise her hand and expose me to that disgusting wart."


Lauren (in the car after Anna gave her a fat lip fighting over prizes won at Classic Skating): "I'm going to starrrrrve to death without the use of my lips and won't be able to eat my favorite food anymore. Mangos. Of course, I usually only eat those at baby showers and fancy dinners."

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We moved on Monday. One large U-Haul truck, three SUVs and a sedan trunk-full later, we arrived at our new home in Draper. And I love it but poor lucy is sad and anxious. Hopefully she adjusts soon!

C.J. is 2!

It's hard to believe that two years ago almost to the minute I'm posting this that you came into the world at full force. You're in the highest percentile for your heigth. In fact, most people think you're almost three. You still won't sit in a high chair, wear a bib, be good at church, or go to sleep without lots and lots of rocking and talking but I love it because you're so smart and so sweet.
But these are the things I love about you because, as you've exibited since the day you came into this world (well, even before that since you were a total suprise and then made me sick every single day of the nine months I carried you), you've exibited many, many strong personality traits that I'm convinced will help you in your adult life. Determination is a great quality. So is humor. And cleverness. Well, who knows where that will take you!
And thanks for asking for "chee-burger french fries" for your birthday because Training Table has been calling my name. And what other 2 year-old can say he had a birthday party with the U of U Offensive Line? They came to your birthday lunch because they get such a kick out of you. And you gave them a show.
Each day is an absolute joy with you and I love, love, love you so much. Thanks for the big "squeeeeeeeeeeze" this morning. It made my day. I'm lucky you decided to come into the world when you did. Dad and I wouldn't have it any other way. Happy birthday my "little man." I love you more than anything in the world.

XOXO,
Mommy