Speaking of high fashion

Check out these cool bowling shoes on Andrew.












When we were in Rexburg a few weeks ago for the Temple Open House, we took Andrew bowling for the first time. It was exciting, we went with 14 cousins on 2 lanes -- after only getting to bowl one frame after 30 minutes we headed home early. On Andrew's one bowl, he pushed the ball and we watched it roll slowly, slowly down the lane, drop into the gutter, and roll out of sight. Andrew reaction was to kick up his leg, punch the air, and with much gusto say "YES!" He's a good sport. (; I do think it'll be fun to go again sometime with our little family.

Eric has started standing up from a crawling position. He's been sick with a cold (again) so he's been a little whiny, but his energy continues to be high. Here is a picture of him "smoking" his spoon. Don't get any ideas, Little Mister.

Dressing like a mom

I used to look at moms and think "Why do they still dress like they did in High School? Why don't they update their hair? Can't they see that they're out of style?"

Well, I believe I am officially becoming one of those moms. I cannot put an outfit together anymore. And yes, I know my clothes look like they are 10 years old -- well, they're not. I can't fit into those clothes. But now I'm just not a good shopper. I go to the store and am just baffled -- I don't know what to get, and if I do get something, I don't know what to wear it with.

So yesterday I went with my hip niece to the shoe store....they were having a great sale. But I couldn't make a final decision so I came home with 7 pairs of shoes. The intention is to choose 1 or 2 pairs and return the rest. Well, now my hip niece has gone home and I don't know what to do. I tried them on with my new skirt, and just felt out of it again.

So, I'm posting a picture of this skirt I bought. (These are not my legs, nor my stomach. This is a model.)

So the first question is, can I wear tights with it? (Mom with varicose veins needs tights.) And if so, what color? And then what shoes? And what shirt -- not a tightly tucked one like the model, that's for sure!

If you have suggestions, please let me know.

One of the many reasons...

I love my husband is because he says things like "Gad Zooks." Who says that? Brian. That's who. He just said it.

Christmas 2007

We headed for Rexburg on Saturday, the 22nd. It was my birthday, and the best present of all is that Eric and Andrew travelled really well. Eric hardly cried.....compared to our July trip home when he cried (screamed) 85% of the time, it was amazing. And on Christmas Eve it snowed all day. I love a white Christmas.

Christmas morning was a lot of fun -- Andrew danced to his "Bob the Builder" tool belt that plays the theme song and he loved his new "Dump Bunk." Eric was also all smiles....loved the green bow on his present.

Brian also pulled through -- having hardly done any shopping in Salt Lake, he managed to find some great presents for me at Walmart in Rexburg. (:

Oh, and Andrew loved playing with Daisy, my brother's dog. This is great since he has not been around dogs much. Eric thought Daisy was very funny too. He thinks everyone is funny these days. (:

Like Father, Like Son

One of my favorite things is watching Andrew copy his dad. This morning he was out shoveling with Brian...and during the summer he mows the lawn with him.




You will notice he has one mitten on in these pictures. Brian would wear work gloves when he worked outside, so Andrew would run in for his gloves too. I'm not sure why he only has one on here....maybe we couldn't find the other one.

Going Public

So I've been keeping this blog for a few weeks, but have yet to tell anyone about it. I guess I'm just intimidated by all the really good bloggers out there. But now that I at least have some cute pictures of my kids up, I guess I'm going to "go public" by inviting a few friends who will like me regardless.

Happy Viewing.

Merry Christmas

Each year for Christmas I make a calendar for my parents with all the grandkids. So today I tried to get a couple of pictures of my kids holding "Merry Christmas" signs to go on the front cover. I took about 20 pictures. I cannot get them to hold still...as you can see:

The Holidays

I just got back from Target and TJ Maxx. I used to be a great shopper -- always finding some good deals. Now it seems like I go to the store and whether I spend 15 minutes or 1 hour, I end up not finding what I wanted, yet feeling like I spent too much anyway. I read an article by Mary Ellen Edmunds today -- I think it was a portion of her book "You can never get enough of what you don't need." Perhaps this is what my problem is. But I must admit, the Christmas advertising gets to me. It just all looks like so much fun, but then it's not. When will I learn?

Andrew and Eric have colds -- mostly coughing. No congestion yet, so that's nice. I really don't like cleaning out other people's noses, no matter how little they are.

We bought a new camera online. So soon we will be posting some pictures for all to see. I feel like Eric's changing a lot right now, so we need to get some pics of him.

2-piece

Tomorrow morning I have to go and take an Echo Cardio Stress test. Today the hospital called to give me directions:

- no food or water 4 hours previous
- no heart medication
- comfortable shoes (it's a treadmill test)
- comfortable, 2-piece clothing.

That last one made me chuckle....those directions just suggest that someone came to do their treadmill run in some one-piece get-up. ha. Fortunately for everyone, I will not be wearing my shiny purple unitard tomorrow.

And for all those concerned, I'm taking the test because I infrequently experience brief moments of chest pain. The Dr. doesn't think it's anything serious (no heart attack) but we're doing a test just to see what's going on in their. I'm not too worried...mostly just embarrassed to do the test.

Peeeeyooo

"Smells like a horsey in here." That's what Andrew said after we changed his diaper today. Woo-wee. I guess it's time to potty train....then at least only the bathroom will smell like a horsey.