I think I just find excuses

I love this baby! I am always looking for reasons to take pictures of her. I think I may have a problem. Here she is riding in the cart for the first time. She loved looking around and sitting next to Josh. It was Costco so they had the double seater carts. 

Ben suffers from the same problem. When I was out if town this weekend (a post will follow soon) he kept sending me random shots of her too. 

He sent me this one when they were playing outside and she ate a dirt clod from our recently aerated lawn. 

I got this picture after she ate an entire waffle on Saturday. I think he sent it more to show me that he made waffles and he was proud of himself and wanted me to be too. Anyway, he took a picture. 

This is her in the tub Sunday morning. Once again, I think to prove he gave her a bath. 

She's all ready for church! 

How many pictures of the boys did we take in the last couple of weeks you ask? Well, probably a couple, but none that we shared with each other. I think we need help. 

New family pictures

This year I completely give up. This 5th child of mine is so much fun but I find myself throwing my hands in the air and completely giving up sometimes. The battles aren't worth it anymore. In fact when it came to family pictures this year I did just that. Usually I run around for weeks trying to get matching outfits for everyone. I try and get accessories, shoes, jackets or hoodies, and the like. I spend a lot of money and time forcing my kids to look good so they can proceed to shove their new clothes in a drawer and never wear them again. This year I gave up. I said, "we are taking family pictures next week. I'm not buying clothes and we don't have to match. You can wear what you want to wear as long as it's not stained, holey, or flouresant." Not too much to ask I didn't think. Surprisingly my boys said, "Really? We can pick?" Then they actually picked nice jeans and tried to pick nice(r) shirts. Not what I would've chosen, but acceptable. We only had one visible nike sign, which means a lot to me. I hate being a walking billboard. All that mattered really was that Tiny was cute...right? Well, long story over. Here's my pictures.

Winner, winner, chicken gumball!?!

Today was a lucky day. I thought the boys had some extra energy to burn off from sitting semi still on Sunday. So, on a whim I decided to take them to Artic Circle for some lunch and play time. They must've been starving because they ate very speck of food. That never happens. So I decided I'd spring for a gumball for each of them. Anyone who's been to Artic Circle has met (in a booming voice) "The Gumball Machine!" Bum, bum, bum. Josh gets a yellow and chomps it down immediately. Seth gets a yellow also, but takes a second to study it. I've been teaching him to read so his little mind is turning trying to figure it out. I'm sitting there thinking, "come on kid, how hard can it be? They all say double bubble." But I waited. He looks at me and says,"mom, it's got a weird long word on it." I looked at it and sure enough the weird long word was WINNER. He had gotten the lucky winner gumball and was rewarded with a free ice cream cone! Lucky guy:)

Red blooded Americans

Yes, just like every other red blooded American, Davis County citizen we were at the opening day of the Chick-fil-a in Centerville. It was awesome, delicious, and Tiny was adorable. We are so excited to have one close by!