Birthday, Easter, Baby Blessing & Visitors

Well, if that title line doesn't explain my lack of posts!

With all these backup posts to do, all I feel like writing about is Dallin's first t-ball game tonight! He was so excited. Isn't he darling? And though I tried to modify his Cardinals jersey so it fit, when he tucked in the number 9 on his back, all you could see was the top of the 9 looking more like "0." He was the youngest and smallest on the team, but he did great.

He hasn't been to any practices, so he went straight into a game. There's lots to learn! A couple of times during the one hour game, I went to talk to him in the dugout and he was crying--he told me he wanted to go home. During one of these crying spouts, I told him to go ask his coach where he should go in the field; his coach told him, but Dallin had no idea where to go...Dallin stood there until his coach walked him out to where he should go.

He went up to bat three times and two times he got on base. (His first time up they threw him out which I was soo sad about..) The coach gave Dallin the game ball and he got a licorice rope from the snack shack so the night ended in success. BUT, later in the evening I understood why he was crying.

"Mom, they put me in timeout."

"No, you were in the dugout--you weren't in timeout."

"No mom, I was in TIMEout."

"Were other people in timeout?"

"A couple."

Dallin insisted he was in timeout. I explained it many times but who knows if he'll ever believe me. No wonder he was crying a couple of times!

Go cardinals!

My in-house Comedian

Dallin is making me laugh every day. I am loving this age.
I'm always interested to see what drawings come home from church. This was todays:

In case it's not clear (which I can't imagine anyone thinking), this is "Daddy on his skateboard getting hit in the eye by a bolt of lightning." Wow. I'm speechless.

Evan and I hired a babysitter a few weeks ago and we came home and found this:

I don't know how that is comfortable! I took them off after taking this picture and the groove marks were deep!

Target had this Batman shaving kit on clearance so I picked it up. Here is D and his best buddy shaving:

One sunny but very cold January day, Dallin insisted because it was sunny that he have a picnic. I sent him out on his own. I think he lasted five minutes, but boy was he happy!

We're still talking a lot about heaven. The other day he asked if he could pray that Heavenly Father would help him grow wings, like an angel so he could fly. The questions have moved into the creation. "Did Heavenly Father make my house? Did Heavenly Father make me? Did Heavenly Father make my bathroom?"

Friday we headed to the awesome San Francisco Academy of Science. On the way there Dallin was telling me a story about how he wanted to ride on a t-rex dinosaur. Imagine our excitement when we walk in the museum and there is a t-rex right there! I love the excitement and imagination. (Because my bag was so packed of essentials and we took public transit, the camera didn't make the cut) I mean really, do adults daydream of riding dinosaurs?!

Thad is...gulp...Six Months!

Seriously. Could it go any faster? Thad is 6 months. I can't find the stats from the dr. visit. But, he's still got some Marquardson height (90th percentile) and weight is about the same. He is 18 pounds, 12 ounces and I think he would have been an even 19 if he hadn't peed all over me, the floor and the nurse as soon as he got on the scale! What we learned though is that he does have some Gilstrap too! That's right, the head measurement put him in the 95th percentile. I love these big noggins :)

Here he is after his first tastes of rice cereal: ("mom, I want milk, not this bland cereal stuff!")

Thad is super smiley (which I need to capture, I just realized!). Just the other day he sat up unassisted! He's rolling around. Still no teeth. He is such a good natured baby. Only problem I have found is that he sleeps better in my bed than his crib!

Presidents Day Adventure

With Evan in school, sometimes I feel limited with holiday weekends. So this past Presidents Day Dallin, Thad and I hit the road!

After a bit of a drive, we arrived at the top of Mount Tampalpais. It was a perfectly gorgeous day with wonderful visibility. We did a brief, 20-minute hike at the top (perfect moms for strollers!) Me, with my studs:

San Francisco is in the distance on the left.

After our hike and picnic, we deserved a treat. Where else to take a chocolate-loving three-year-old than Ghirardelli. I love these pictures.

Here, the anticipation:

Ah, the arrival:

I felt a little sheepish and guilty providing my three-year-old with an adult sized sundae..I also felt like, hey, this is really fun!

Can you believe he finished it all without help? I can!

I love these boys! What a fun Presidents Day!!

Saturday is a special day...?

My next post was going to be my "Thad is 6 Months!" post, but it's been busy. So that I remember this time in life, I'm going to write about my Saturday.

Wake up.
Make three different breakfasts: Kashi for me, pancakes for Dallin, rice cereal for Thad
Clean up breakfast.
Bathe both kids. Wash Dallin's hair in the kitchen sink to avoid drama (hates water in his eyes). Screams the whole time anyway..
Sort, launder and fold 5 loads of laundry. (Evan started three, thank you very much!)
Vaccuum. Clean two bathrooms--even scrubbed the shower! (one of my least favorite chores)
Drop off T-ball registration to replace the one that got lost in the mail.
Shop at REI for a bike for Dallin's birthday.
Check out the San Jose Shark's Ice skating rink I've driven by a hundred times always thinking "I wonder if there's really an ice skating rink?"
Serve lunch. Clean up lunch.
Evan leaves for school at noon.
In the car to Palo Alto (still miss living there!). Run two errands with my two kiddos. Nordstrom. Dallin new shoes (size 9 now! I guess there was some truth to the screaming before church last Sunday. Sorry Dallin!)
For fun: Palo Alto Childrens Museum and Zoo
Home: heat up leftovers for dinner.
Clean up, brush teach, read stories, say prayers. Thad sick. Thad not sleeping.
I re-read tomorrow's RS lesson. I start preparing my lesson for next week.
3am I turn off the alarm that's set for 7am. There will be no church for me and Thad tomorrow.

Sound like a special day?!? Jury's out on this one..

"I want four brothers"

Today Dallin showed me this:

This is pretty exciting because his drawings show recognizable figures! But what's not-so-exciting is that Dallin has declared that this is him with all his brothers: "I want four brothers." That's right..count 'em up..that would be five little boys. I don't know about that. Actually, what am I saying...That is crazy!!

This drawing was better than the one I got two weeks ago at church. After class Dallin shared a picture of what he was thankful for. Pictured was Dad, Thad and himself. hmmm...Where was I?! Probably because he's so extremely grateful to me that it wouldn't be fair to put the other family members in the same sphere. I'll tell myself that anyway until I get on the "grateful" picture.

He is....five months old!

This might sound silly, but I like to call my boys the month that they are up until the last day. For example, say it's January 21st and Thad is born August 22nd, I will still say that he is four months old. Ask me January 22nd and I'll (reluctantly) say he's five months old. I just think they just sound younger that way; and heaven knows I want these boys to stay young! So far, my Peter-pan plan isn't working...

Thad is five months old (gulp). This is really going way too fast. He is so wonderful and easy-going. He's content to lay on his back for periods at a time. When I nuzzle into his neck he instantly begins the most joyful giggle I've ever heard. That darling laugh always makes my day.

He can roll from his back onto his side. No teeth yet.

He giggles when Dallin comes to say "Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah" about two inches from his face.

So far he's slept through the night twice. He can do a long stretch of sleep between 8pm and midnight.

He's had a bit of congestion lately and right now we're sharing a bed. I've never loved snoring, but his is darn cute.

Pic another time, we are on the road in Houston with cousin Cambry and Jim & Marissa!