The Rest of The Rest

The Rest

I was having a hard time uploading pictures of C's birthday party, so I stopped, meaning to go back and add the ones of the cake eating, but forgot.

So here are some, since I'm still having a hard time uploading pictures

Best of 2008

I got an email from Salt Lake City Weekly letting me know that my diaper store won "Best Diaper Dandies". I'm not sure if I should be honored or if it's just because I'm pretty much the only place around here that sells cloth diapers locally.

Still, it's very cool.

Best of 2008

I'm seventh down on the page.

Happy First Birthday C!

If you can't tell, it's a bumblebee sitting on a flower.


In case you think I forgot the stinger (which I did) here it is...


Opening Gits...


Help blowing out his candle...

Too much

I just read that New Kids on the Block are getting back together.

I'm speechless.

(My seventh grade locker partner (hi K!) loved them, so maybe she'll be excited!)

April Fools

J&A weren't sure what to think about the weird breakfast dad made them this morning, until they realized it was a Dr. Suess Breakfast.

You do not like them so you say, try them try them and you may, try them and you may, I say.

Updates...

Updates to our house.  We're finally getting things put on the walls, and it's feeling more and more like home.  

Updates to my Mr's already busy schedule.  My Mr. is running for the House of Representatives.  I'm so proud of him.  Anyone interested in volunteering in the campaign should email him (his contact info should be on his site- follow the link).  As a quick primer in all things political (just kidding) we watched Mr. Smith Goes to Washington a couple of nights ago.  Look out Utah State Legislature!  

Updates on the new chickens:Clock-wise from the top: Mario, Fred, Little Jerry and Mr. Gordon. (and yes, they are all hens (as far as we know)).  The bigger they get, the more I think about having to put the old chickens in the freezer.  It's not the freezer part that has me worried.  It's the what happens before they can go in the freezer.  I'm letting my Mr. take care of that part, because while I think I can handle eating them, I know I would have a hard time killing something that we named.  (and sorry to anyone we have named chickens after- killing them isn't some sort of statement about our relationship)

Updates on C.

We bought 12 of these totes to store eggs in for our city youth council's easter egg hunt. We figured we had close to 7000 eggs this year, and probably got 5-6000 back at the end. Our goal is 10,000 eggs next year.

Hey, what a fun box to be in!

I'm not so sure about the whole being-buried-in-eggs-thing... If he turns out to be deathly afraid of the easter bunny and refuses to participate in easter egg hunts, we'll know where it came from.

Well, mom and dad are smiling, maybe it's not so bad... (he was really happy when we pulled him out though)