It's Alive

Just got back from Utah. I've been toying with the idea of starting up the old blog again and Kassey gave me the the final nudge I needed to push me over the edge and into action. She pointed out that sometimes I use a 'tone' and if I write things down instead of saying them out-loud they'll come across better... Thanks?

After giving it hardly any thought, I chose to go back to the blog where it all began. Why not. No one else has a voice on this thing, so I'm just going to keep it named after myself. It's going to be by me, and mostly about me(?) and -probably- read by only me. I wish I had known how easy it is to move all my posts onto one blog- I would of done it ages ago.

And one last disclaimer. This probably won't be very good.

Not Exactly Note Worthy

Wallace has a really hard time walking around in the morning wearing his fleece footed PJ's (Yes, he finally learned to walk, but still insists on carrying a small with him from dawn to dusk). Lately, after breakfast, I just strip him down to his diaper and let him play semi-nude for a good hour. He loves being naked and slapping himself on his big 'ol round belly. His belly button looks JUST like a cinnamon roll.
Of course he wouldn't have to wear fleece footed PJ's at all if it would just warm up and stop raining. Blah.

If I had a Facebook

Mornings like today are why I keep an emergency stash of Chocolate Costco Muffins in the freezer. Breakfast is served!
I barely resisted eating one myself. Cottage cheese and pineapple? I guess that'll do for now. I don't know why Wallace won't drink a big glass of milk first thing in the morning like my other kids (still not walking). He practically demands steak and eggs every day. This kid LOVES a good hearty breakfast first thing. He does not have time for you to go to the bathroom or put in your contacts. He's like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors. When I tried to give him a cup of milk downstairs he greeted me with a head butt. Good morning to you too!
Mack and Henry somehow managed to put the drying rack --sans clothes-- in Wallace's crib before I was up this morning. That was fun to find. There were a few other fun surprises that I'm too polite to share on the internet. At least no one dumped the powdered sugar and oatmeal out all over the kitchen. Counting my blessings.

Walking

Wallace is 13 months old. I am convinced that he will never learn to walk because all he wants to do is crawl around pushing trucks in front of him. How are you supposed to drive a truck under the table if you're walking?

Handsome:

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.