Tow Head

This is as blonde as it gets. I always thought that I would be a mom of tow heads. Instead, I (like Mrs. Weasley) am the mother of a band of red heads. But if I put this little one in the right light an do a lot of squinting, then just for a moment I can pretend that I have a little tow head.

Helping T

Tanner has been begging to mop. So we pulled it out and let him have at it. He did a fantastic job. I'm trying to figure out how to keep it this mystical, special treat? Wish I was just dying to get my hands on a mop.

Summer Fun

Little Man's Best Friend

Some people like dogs. We like Cheerios. We take them on walks with us. We buy them their own special containers . . . And we sing their praises when they can entertain our 8-month-old for more than 5 minutes. To us, Cheerios, are like family.

Hooray for Warner, who can now eat Cheerios all by himself.

Capturing

I love this picture of Warner. . . mid-giggle.

Hike

Monday was the first Hike Group Adventure. We all met at the church and loaded up into the Suburbans and Vans. It was a great hike up Arctic Valley on the Rendezvous Trail. We were a bit unprepared this being our first Early Summer hike in Alaska.

A. We wore the wrong shoes. I was expecting dry dirt. I was wrong. Poor little Hyrum had on this Keds type shoes that I had taken the laces out of. With every step the mud would squelch squirch his shoes and he'd come to his next step with nothing but a naked foot.

B. Rain is always a possibility. So everyone had rain jackets shoved into their backpacks. Luckily it didn't rain, but at the end of our hike was a Glacier that the kids were having the best time sliding down. And what were they sliding down on? Yup their rain jackets. The Baconbits need for speed was thwarted by fleece pullovers.

It was a great day with spectacular scenery and breathtaking views. 1 hike down. A whole summer left to go!

Quilt Update

Quilt Update. I need to sew to top patches togther. . . but this is what it will look like--

Photos From Tonight

The boys were having the best time tonight playing outside in the cul-de-sac. Aren't they a cute? I'm not sure what they were playing but it sounded like their imaginations were creating all sorts of fun and adventures.

Last Batch

In honor of the Price Family cross eyed photo contest. . . here is Tanner.

Sam tried to do an ugly face but just couldn't.

Here's Hy doing his best. He can actually roll his eyes all the way when he wants to. We've got talent just oozing from us.

Warner is just sick of being sick. Poor kid.

Still More Photos

More Pictures

Fevers

The other morning after working in the yard Hyrum came up to me. "Mom, you got a bug on your fevers." And he carefully swiped it away from my forehead.

"I had a bug where?"

"Your fevers, mom."

So I asked him to touch his nose, and he did. I asked him touch his ear, and he did. I asked him to touch his fevers, and he touched his forehead.

So all this time has he been thinking that because he has a forehead he should get to watch t.v.?

Five Favorite Things

1. Game of the Week: Blokus. Brilliant Game. Challenge for me and my kids at the same time. I don't get it but even when I use all my expert strategy, they seem to pull off some amazing upsets.

2. Treat of the Week: Bagels. My boys love bagels.

3. Adventure of the Week: The Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center. What is it about animals going to the bathroom that can make any trip to see animals a complete success for little boys? The boys saw two black bear cubs up close. One of the cubs kept walking over in front of the boys (they were separated by a electric fence) and sitting down. He seemed content to chomp on grass and stare at the them. . . I wonder who was the more fascinating spectacle?

While there the boys saw Black Bears Wrestling, Brown Bears Bathing, Moose, Cariboo, Deer, Muscox, Bison, Bald Eagle.

4. Surprise of the Week: A hanging flower basket by my door. I have my suspicions. Alaska has to be the hanging flower basket capital of the United States. They are every where and now even I have one of my very own.

5. Best Book of the Week: Peter and the Starcatchers. My favorite part of our summer has been reading to the boys. This week we read through an entire 450 page book. We all loved it. (disclaimer: i'm all about censorship when i read outloud)

Betting

While in Utah in April, Eric and I made a friendly bet on whether a particular store had been in one mall or the other.

Well, let me give you a little history on our betting record. I do NOT bet on something unless I'm 99.9% sure I'm right. Which means? I'm right. I'm always right.

For example, I adore this great man named Henry B. Erying. So I pay particularly close attention to stories that are told about him or his family. A story was recounted about his Father, as a young boy, crossing the Border from Mexic0 back to the United States. The border potrolman asked, "Do you have any pornography?" To which he replied, "Sir, I don't even own a pornographer."

So Eric tell me he thinks that story is about Joseph Fielding Smith. I say, I disagree. A bet insues. I win a 5 lb. bag of Hot Tamales.

#2. The bag of Hot Tamales is LONG gone. Eric is being silly and quoting from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. He believes the interchange between the Candle and the Duster goes as follows, "I've been singed by you before." I disagree. It is "I've been burnt by you before." I get another 5 lb. bag of Hot Tamales.

So, I think it brave of him to bet on whether Deseret Book at been in the Crossroad Plaza or the Zions Center. We walk into the current Deseret Book and ask. I immediately start jumping up and down, high fiving everyone I see. Why? Because I had bet potty training Hyrum. Could there be a better bet in the world? I think not.

Well, it was a foolish bet, because unless your husband can take a week off of work, who ends of potty training? I do. But not to worry, Hyrum was a piece of cake. Eric does insist the he got him emotionally ready for such a big event by giving him daily pep talks while I was still in Utah. If that is true, I need a pep talk for staying on top of the laundry.

So I potty train Hyrum but while doing that laundry thing it is becoming apparent that the toilet paper is not being used to its fullest potential. So at an opportune moment I ask Eric to give some appropriate instruction on the fine art of wiping. I can hear him in the bathroom instructing away: I can hear things like "wad" "reach" "wipe".

The next day I walk into the bathroom. I see Hyrum. He's just gone to the bathroom. He is standing in front of the toliet, holding an imaginary wad of toliet paper, wiping himself with his clothes ON.

I cannot resist. I dial Eric at work and ask, "So when you taught Hyrum how to wipe did you have him practice with his clothes on? Did he actually have toilet paper?"

"Umm. . ."

Further instruction was given. I think for making it through the whole ordeal I should get a few Hot Tamales.

Celiacs

Eric's sister Jill was diagnosed with Celiacs a couple of years ago. We dipped our toe into the "non-gluten/non-wheat world" when she could come over for dinner. Hidden were the loaves of Whole Wheat Bread, the Dings Dongs, the Pizza Rolls. We would do our best be gluten free for a meal (and sorry Aunt Jill. . . about the Soy Sauce . . . we really truly had no idea).

This Spring we found out that Celiacs is genetic. At a routine Physical Eric thought had some bloodwork done. I guess on the Celiac scale, there is no, maybe, and definitely. He was about 5 points past the definitely.

Hmmm. . . How do I feel about this?

Well, beside the huge lifestyle change? I don't have to share my twizzlers anymore. I get the whole pizza to myself. No one is going to eat MY girl scout cookies.

On that note, maybe I should rush the boys in and get them tested too.

(fyi: Eric will have a biopsy and such in July to confirm Celiacs. A few days ago I found him in the pantry with the door closed, shoving a twinkie into his mouth. Eat it while you can buddy!)

Least We Forget

I want to remember these moments.




For years I struggled with the differences between Eric and I, man & woman, husband & wife. I am convinced that most of it steamed out of jealousy. Why could Eric fall asleep with the kids jumping on him? Why was playing XBOX for HOURS considered quality time with our sons? And why did they worship him for it. . .when I went to great efforts to take them hiking, do crafts, read to them? Where was my love? Why when he went to the store did he not have to worry about kids in carts and a stash of treats? Okay, so it was totally jealousy.


But over the years I've come to terms with some of these differences. Eric will never get up in the night because a child is coughing. Why? He'll never be woken up. Eric will never think twice about putting a baby to sleep in the winter in a onesie, when he himself pulls up three blankets over his flannel pjs and sweatshirt. Why? Because it simply won't cross his mind that his baby will be shivering and miserable and cold all night. Eric buys pizza with everything on it. Why? Because that is what he likes. He doesn't have the list in the back of his mind: Christian likes cheese only, Tanner likes Pepperoni, Sam doesn't even like pizza. . . or whatever the case may be.


Simply said, We just think different. Our roles are different.


Our most recent example of these differences happened this weekend. On Sunday Hyrum had a fever and Eric jumped at the chance to stay home from church with him. With eyes locked, I always like to check for coherent listeners, I said, "I'm going to leave Warner home." He said that would be great. I quickly scrambled to the three big boys ready for church and headed out the door.




Three hours later . . .


The house looks exactly the same. Eric and Hyrum are in the exactly same spot, our bed, sound asleep. I looked for evidence of life and movement. There was none.


A few moments later Warner was screaming from his crib. I went and picked him up and quickly noticed that he was sopping wet. About a half a second later I put everything together. The house was exactly the same because a certain someone has slept the entire time, leaving our little 7 month old in his crib, ignoring what were surely cries for breakfast and love. After Warner literally chugged his bottle and then some, I tromped down to our bedroom.


I couldn't resist, "Eric, how was Warner while we were gone?"


Eric: "Warner?"


Steph: "Yah, our littlest son, Warner!"


Eric: "I thought you took him."


Steph: "No, remember, we talked about having him stay home with YOU."


Eric: "Oh yah. I remember now."




Jealous. I'm pure jealous. If I had been the one home, and wondered if Eric had taken Warner with him or not, I would have had to pull my lazy self out of bed and checked the crib just to see if he was in there before I could fall back to sleep. I would have slept light knowing my responsibility. I would have rolled myself out of bed, no matter how tired, no matter how the warmth of the bed begged me to stay, to get and care for my little boy.


Sheer Jealousy.