He did it!

It is a little known fact that Ian doesn't care to much for Church. I think he just doesn't like to sit still. Whatever the reason is we have only made it through Sacrament meeting three times in two years. Not only that but he hates when we leave him in nursery. Kev and I take turns on who has to sit with him and who gets to go to class. Yesterday he not only made it through Sacrament but through nursery as well. It was one of the best days of my life. Way to go Ian.

"Nolnen nitch"

Yes I admit it, Kevin and I are Harry Potter nerds. We would go to Walmart at midnight when the books would come out and start reading that night. Anyway, Kevin let the boys watch the 1st Potter movie. He thought that they would like all the magic. (Yes he would stop it before the scary stuff at the end) The part they love the most is the Quidditch match when Harry catches the Golden Snitch. They run around the front room pretending to catch the "Nolnen Nitch" in thier mouths. It's so funny because the can't make the "g" or "s" sound yet. Pretty cute.

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

Quiet=trouble

Oh my little Ian. This little boy is the cutest thing, unless you leave him alone. I was in the kitchen making dinner yesterday and the boys were playing with toys in the family room. I thought to myself, "Wow they are being really good! I better go check on them." I looked around the corner and couldn't find Ian. I slowly went upstairs to try and catch him in the act. I found him sitting in Braxton's bed playing with his mobile. He was pretty proud of himself.

Finally, The fat pants fit!

I know that it sounds crazy, but I finally am able to button and zip up my "fat pants." You know the ones that you wear when you just want to be comfy. For some reason I thought that when Braxton was born I would magically go back to wearing my pre-pregnancy pants. So I have been trying on my "fat pants" every day for the past 6 weeks. Once I was able to get them up I packed all my maternity pants vowing to not wear them for at least four years. I would just wear long baggy shirts so people couldn't see that they weren't zipped. And yes that did get old and I pulled out my maternity pants again. Everyone tells me that I don't get very big when I'm pregnant. Which is true if you look at me from the front, but the back is a totally different story. I still have a ways to go before I can get into my normal pants, but today I have hope that I won't have to go get a whole new wardrobe.