A Good Laugh

Happy Easter!

It's my party.

 Here's a look at my birthday --

 My family gave me a bike with a bike trailer and we went to the ward campout.

  It was a happy day.

Laundry day...

 

Little Miss Rolly.  She is almost impossible to hold.  She twists and dives in my arms and wants to get down... or reach something.  

 Fine... but she is 5 months old!  She can't sit, she can't crawl, she can't even work her hands that well. 

But she just wants to be somewhere... else.  She loved this pile of laudry
 because she could lay in it and roll and smile. 

This girl LOVES to smile.  She just waits until someone looks her direction and
 then she about busts in half with her sunshine face.  

 I really just love my job.

"A Boy's Mama"

So, this is Rock. 

Yes, he is on top of the kitchen counter. 

 Sucking on a balloon, wearing a very very worn out jersy and soccer shorts that are getting too small.

  He has a long yellowing bruise on his forehead, where I believe he also now has a permanent dent (running into a window sill while trying to escape putting a diaper on!).  I got this picture because I decided to just keep the camera in my hand until the next time I went looking for Rock. 

These days I find him on top of something.  Or falling off of something.

One of his favorite places is in the girls room on top of their drawers.  He climbs up and throws everything off one by one.  (we used to keep a whole bowl of shells up there)  All of their treasures, dolls, knick knacks... then he gets off (I pull him off) and goes over to the bed and tears off all the sheets blankets pillows, then he jumps on top.  I guess this is what comes of having a boy.  When I ask him to get down or whatever, he will say "I sorry mama.  I didn't mean to!" At which point my heart melts and I just want to kiss his chubby cheeks and ruffle his curly hair even if he's been a little stinker! 

Today he picked a flower and ran to me.  He said "Mama I picked this flower for you!  Put it in your hair!"  So I did and then he kissed my lips and told me I was beautiful!  What is a girl to do!

Oh, and did I mention that he wore his Batman jammies to church last Sunday?  Oh yes.  He would not, I repeat: would not put on his Sunday clothes.  I wrestled them on and buttoned up the shirt to his throat so he couldn't get it off. But then he screamed until he was hoarse and struggled for an hour trying to yank it back over his head and he ripped off his pants... so Ava suggested his new Batman jammies.

  I was trying to shush her so he wouldn't hear, but it was too late. 

It was either naked or Batman... so there you go.  No shoes.  Batman jammies.   Big bruise face.  At church.

 

Grandma Bonnie sent him a new Soccer outfit so that his other one can have a rest sometimes!  And a cape.  He put it on and went zooming around the room saying "To the rescue!" 

 But then his shoulders slumped over and he came to me and said "I can't do it!  I can't fly, Mama!"  I told him he could just imagine it but he was pretty sad.  I guess he was pretty sure the power was in the cape!  Cute boy.

I am totally whooped.  I've heard of  "Mama's Boys" but it turns out I'm a "Boy's Mama".  He's got me wrapped around his finger.

Ava is full of them

Here is another one from Ava.
We had just read the scriptures before bed.  We read about Satan tempting Christ. 
Elle says:  "Well that's silly!  Didn't Satan know that Jesus already has everything?  That He already has the whole world?"
Ava: "Yeah.  And it's in His hands."

You get it, right?  He's got the whole world in His hands?
Love it.

Here's a tip:

Ava is coloring. 

She  has been humming while she works. 

Out of the blue she says, to no one in particular:

"It's not good to call people 'crybabies.'  It makes them cry. (pause) Like a baby."

Back to coloring and humming.