Attending a wedding with three little busy boys is tough, but having my awesome looking husband (you should see how tight the pants were he had to wear) there to do the heavy lifting helps to lighten the load. Tyler was a champ the whole weekend. Outstanding Husband of the Year Award. Mack was in a pretty good mood all day. No surprise there, he's always happy. Henry was in one of his 'moods' where no one can touch him, talk to him, or look at him. Shocker. Wallace was tired, but it could of been worse.
A big CONGRATULATIONS to Kyle and Megan! May you not get sick in Mexico. We're so happy for you guys. In fact, Mack just told me this morning, "I love my new Aunt Megan."
Waiting outside the Las Vegas Temple for Kyle and Megan.


New Year's Resolutions

Alright already! Everybody stop bugging me to post our resolutions onto our blog. Sheesh! (No really, actually no one asked me to do this.)
  1. Learn to walk.
  2. Learn to say some words.
  3. (Near the end of the year) Move to a toddler bed.
  1. Learn to say "love" instead of "lob" (same with "live" instead of "lib").
  2. Get to the point where he ALWAYS goes to the bathroom - on the toilet- unprompted.
  3. Start Preschool!
  1. Really "get" what a calender is all about. IE: understand what order days of the week come in and months of the year.
  2. Learn to swim independently.
  3. Start Kindergarten!
  1. No desserts for 2011.
  2. Attend the temple at least 12 times.
  1. (I don't know how he'd feel about me posting his resolutions on here, so I'll have to check with him 1st and maybe up date this later. Sorry.) I think he'll tell you if you ask him.


Before I Forget

Mack is not a very good liar.
The other morning he came into my room to wake me up and I could tell instantly he'd gotten into something downstairs because he had crumbs all over his face.
"Mack what did you get into?"
"I didn't get into anything."
"Then why is your face all messy?"
"Um, it's not messy. I mean it's just my friends made a mess and I told them to stop it...and I was just cleaning it up."
"Mack, what kind of mess?"
"It wasn't a mess, um...I mean, it was a sea mess. Yeah. Just a sea otter mess, that's it."
I know, it's another boring 'wordy post', written entirely for my own personal enjoyment. Big deal. I'm a busy lady. Get over it.