Oh boy....

Grandma, can I touch your nipple?

Uh, you mean my mole?

On the other hand, he was quite clear when he explained that a safari was when you went hunting for animals. Go figure. Clearly less Diego and more anatomy lessons are in order.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Checker

So Utah now requires you to carry snow chains or you can eat a fat fine. The BK quickly responded by taking the LG to Checker Auto Parts to pick some up. In his haste, the BK forgot that the LG is currently in potty training mode and was only wearing underwear. Upon entering the store, the BK headed to the customer service desk where he was greeted by a friendly clerk who started assisting him. That is, until the phone rang. The clerk then proceeded to carry on a very lengthy conversation assisting the customer on the phone leaving the BK and LG waiting in annoyance. As the BK was growing more and more irritated with the clerk's failure to comply with the "number one rule in customer service" (the BK claims that everyone knows you should help people in ORDER!), the BK looked down to see that the LG was also incapable of waiting anymore. The BK decided that was enough. Picked up the LG and walked out of the store, leaving the clerk to "assist" them at his leisure. I would be more upset at the lessons this taught the LG, if I could stop laughing. Even Grandpa thinks it was an appropriate response. Can't argue with Grandpa.

3 Years

The LG had his 3rd birthday earlier this week. His little Curious George party went quite well if you are willing to give a 3 year old a free pass on participating in the games on his own birthday. While Grandma entertained the guests with jungle hunting games, the LG snuck around the outskirts of the room watching and commenting from time to time that he didn't feel very well. He seemed to snap out of it though once the pinata came out. Always a hit with the little ones.






I found the pinata whacking hysterical becuase it provided a keen insight into the variety in childrens' personalities - the tickler, the brute, the perfectionist, the fun-loving life of the party, the princess, the strongly-determined and the wallflower.

The LG is a pretty good cross between fun-loving and brute. He is a compact ball of energy. It was suggested that if we could somehow plug him into the grid, we could have our own energy source. True. How true. He is also kind, funny, curious, intelligent, handsome, sneaky, and good-natured. He is a handful, but there isn't anything I would rather have my hands full of. I'm pretty lucky to be his mom. I love you LG.

It Came to Pass...

I just tucked the LG in after a hysterical evening of scripture reading. When given the choice of going to bed or reading scripture, he makes the right choice every time ; ) Tonight, as I started reading, he took the book from my hand stating that he needed to, "see what came to pass". Here are a few of those things:

- "And it came to pass that Nephi was angry"

- "And it came to pass that the angel was going to bite him"

- "And it came to pass that the grass was going to be scratchy"

- "And it came to pass that Nephi was dangerous"

Goodnight LG. You crack me up.

Welcome Home Grandma & Grandpa!!!

Be Sure to Check Your Smoke Alarms

I am kind of a Halloween scrooge. It is about as much as I can do every year just to get my kids in a costume. It's just not my thing. However, this year I must say that I was inspired and excited to create a costume for the LG out of duct tape. Oh yes, my friends, my father would be proud. The LG was a fireman (this costume also required a quick stop by the local firehouse which is always a treat, ahhh firemen - I don't have to say fire people in this instance because it is not the female variety that makes me say ahhh). Coat is made out of duct tape, electricians tape and a garbage bag. It is pretty sweet if I do say so myself. And I do. The TP was an adorable, store-bought, hand-me-down flower.

Sorry for the quality of the pics but our real camera is on the outs thanks to a run-in with my foot, the ground and a toddler. I suppose I should be grateful that telephones now profess to take pictures. As you can see from the quality of the pics, however, I am pretty skeptical.

Also, you may notice that one of our pumpkins looks like a butt crack. Unintentional art is sometime the very best kind of art. Then again, the LG may have fully intended this result when he tossed the pumpkin out of the car onto the cement.

Triathlon

I just erased my original post about this which bored me to tears. In a nutshell, I crossed the finish line. Not last. That was sort of my goal for getting into this. I didn't drown, fall off my bike, or have to walk. I can even say that it was actually fun. I did put my wetsuit on backward (and kept wondering out loud to more than one person why I felt like it was choking me and was so stinking hard to get on - I finally figured it out at the beach and had to change), take my ankle/timing band off with my wetsuit, forget my gloves, had to go back to the staging area to retrieve both items, but did manage to pass my very slim cousin on the bike (in full disclosure she flew back by me on the run). All in all, however, it was a great experience, and I will definitely try for another. I will probably never win a trophy, but it was just nice to know that I didn't need an ambulance to take me home either.

I bought this cheap but pretty sweet bike on Bikes Direct It rides really nicely and I love it.


I also wanted to do this to lose some "baby weight", eh, from the TP. I exercised at least 5 days a week for 3+ months, and I still weigh only about 5 lbs less than when I walked out of the hospital. It's all muscle gain, right? Right.