Cute Quotes...

***Corgan was looking outside at the rain and he turned to me and said... "The grass is taking a bath!"

***The other day we were in the car driving into the sun, and Corgan said, "Ow! Hurt! Sunbeam hurting eyes!"

Tummy Time is Buddy Time!

His ears just crack me up!

Four Months!

Baby Caiden is FOUR MONTHS OLD!!! Can you believe it?! He has found his feet, drools like a monster, coos like a dove and squeals like a stuck pig. Any time you lay him on his back, he flips right over onto his tummy! He is such a great baby and we love him soooo much! We'll be going to the pediatrician on Saturday, so we will have all his specs then.

Corgan's Obsession...

Anyone who knows Corgan knows that he LOOOOVES balloons. At Travis's birthday party on Saturday, Corgan sang "Happy Birthday to Balloons..." Every where we go he looks for balloons! One time we were going to go to lunch at Chick-fil-A and had to get our food to go because there were balloons there. He freaks out... He loves to let balloons go and see how high they can go. We actually have a Chuck E. Cheese mylar balloon that it stuck to our skylight in the bathroom because Corgan had to take the balloon to the highest point in the house and let it go. Whenever he goes in the bathroom he points up to the skylight and says, "Balloon is toooo high..." Um, yeah. Butt nugget. How do you scrape melted on balloon off of your skylight?

I really think he dreams about balloons. He'll wake up from a nap and say, "Too high in the sky..." He has me draw balloons for them. Corgan directs me as to where the string, nose, eyes, mouth, ears, hearing aides, hair, and glasses go. Our balloons aren't just ovals on a string. They are entire personalities. Tonight, Corgan and Nana were drawing balloons, and Corgan decided he'd try his hand at the fine art of balloon creation...

Corgan's first attempt at drawing a balloon...(those are eyes and a mouth...)

Corgan's balloon versus Nana's. (Don't tell mom, but I like Corgan's better...)

"He's a Maniac..."

We're at Camp Nana's right now and she has a cd player in her computer room. Corgan asked me to put some music on so he could dance... He was so cute! He'd stick out his elbows and kick out his feet and saying, "I'm dancing!!!!" He definitely got his dancing "skills" from me... Poor sweet child.

My Boys

Caiden...

Corgan...

Here's a picture comparison of Caiden and Corgan at Four Months... What do you think? Do they look like brothers?

My Dad....

That handsome guy in the blue is my dad. He is fabulous! I am so lucky to have a kind hearted, funny, loving man as my dad. It doesn't matter how "grown up" you are, you still need your daddy every once in a while. When I was in labor with Corgan, my mom and dad came out to Georgia to be with me and Travis. It seemed like every single time my dad left the room, something scary would happen. The first time, there was meconium in the water, the next time I had a bad reaction to the epidural and my blood pressure dropped, the last time he left, they overdosed me on pitocin and I had a ten minute contraction that they couldn't stop. Now, my dad being a doctor, I can only imagine the lack of control he felt when he walked into the room to see his daughter surrounded by medical staff, the doctor (finally) ordering an emergency cesarean. I told the nurse that I wanted my dad in the delivery room. She said, "Well, you're really only supposed to have one person with you..." I said, "My dad is coming in." Now, considering the fact that she was the idiot that upped my pitocin from 8 to 100 thinking there was a decimal point between the zeroes, she really didn't want to argue with me.

I had Travis holding my hand and my dad overseeing the surgery. I breathed a sigh of relief. I just knew that if my dad was there, I was safe. And sure enough, I was. During my subsequent stay and recovery at the hospital, the staff was REALLY nice to me... Apparently someone wrote in my chart, "Patient's father is a physician." I was no ordinary fool. I was a well informed fool with a really smart dad. Ah, the power...

Happy Father's Day!!!!

I have been so blessed to have a husband that is an amazing father. He loves both boys with all of his heart! Travis will have had a looooooong day at work and school, and will still play with Corgan, give him a bath and snuggle with Caiden. No matter what, he makes time for his boys. At church today, the speaker was talking about fathers (of course) and said, "To children, love is spelled T-I-M-E." That really stuck with me. Corgan and Caiden won't remember monetary things that Travis provided for them, they'll remember the time he spent playing XBox with them, taking them to Chuck E. Cheese, and flying the kite in the backyard...

Scary!

Last night after Corgan had gone to bed, Travis and I could hear him talking to himself in the crib. Now, normally we would have ignored it and let him go back to sleep, but I felt I should look in on him. I open the door to peek in and see Corgan COVERED in BLOOD. Holy Crap! I just about freaked out! There was blood on his face, his neck, all over his hands and arms, the blanket, both froggies, car pillow, etc. etc... Apparently he'd had a nose bleed. Thankfully I checked in on him... If I'd waited until morning, I would have seen Corgan asleep with dried blood all over and probably thought he was dead. Freaky. Gives me the heebee jeebees.

MAJOR MILESTONE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my goodness. We have begun to climb Everest. Not really. I don't live in Washington, so it'd be kinda hard to do that. And, I don't like to hike. Specially not a freakin huge mountain. I'm talking figuratively here. Anyway! We have begun Potty Training...



I am always asking Corgan if he wants to sit on the potty, and he says, "No. No potty." Imagine my suprise when I asked him yesterday if he wanted to sit on the potty and he said, "Yeah... Potty!" He sat on the big boy potty (of course, not the forty dollar potty chair I bought that sings, lights up, and collects dust) and proceeded to pee! His face lit up and he was so proud, he strutted around the house like he was hot stuff!



Today he sat on the potty a few times and *almost* pooped on the toilet. He had a couple of juicy toots, but nothing substantial.


I just now realized how gross this post is, but if you are a mother, your heart will leap with joy. Especially if you are a mother of two children in diapers...

Caiden's Blessing Day...

Isn't he sweet? We finally had Caiden blessed this past Sunday. Travis was able to give a wonderful blessing to my special little guy. He was blessed to have great friends and an understanding of the gospel. When Travis started the blessing, Caiden looked up at him and smiled and started cooing... So sweet! We were able to have some great men in the circle - My Dad, Aaron, Rob, David Bryan, Terry Jetton, and Gary Sampson. Most of my family was able to attend, and that meant a lot to Travis and me.

Chrissy, of course, took pictures! She is so talented. Don't you think? Of course, it doesn't hurt to have such an adorable subject!

Thank Heaven for Camera Phones...

Caiden had some of the funniest looks on his face at Walmart last night! I was so glad I had my camera phone to capture the wierd moments of my child.

Here's a Thought...

Why do people try to get the closest parking spot when going to the gym? Isn't it like, the whole freaking point? To get exercise? To break a sweat? I taught a class tonight and saw this car circling and circling the parking lot, trying to find the closest possible spot to the front door. I mean, hellllo? What lazy butts.