Important Questions Answered

I had a conversation with Kevin today that went like this:
Kevin: "I know where Jesus is."
Me: "Where?" (at this point, I fully expected him to say Heaven)
Kevin: "In his house."
Me: "Where's his house?"
Kevin: "At the North Pole."
Me: "The North Pole?"
Kevin: "Yeah, by Santa's house."
Me: "I think Jesus is in Heaven.
Kevin: "Yeah, I saw him there."
Me: "What was he doing?"
Kevin: "They were fixing birdhouses."

So there you have it. If you ever wonder where Jesus is, and what he's doing, just ask your kids. I bet they'll have an answer.

Today we mourn the death of . . .

Yesterday Kevin pulled out the only plant in my flower garden that I really care about. It was so pretty, and now it's dead! Dead, I say! Here's a picture of the beautiful, beautiful plant.

And here we have evidence of the deadness of the plant. Look at it just lying there with it's lifeless eyes. Now I have to try to figure out what it is, and go buy more.

Boys like diamonds too

Troy and Kevin were watching a show about diamonds on PBS, and Kevin said "I want one of those. I don't have a diamond yet." And then he came to me wanting to go to the store and get some. He wants a red one, and said I could get a pink one.

Down the Stairs

Ethan has learned to climb down the stairs now, and you can tell he's so proud of himself. The whole way down you can hear him making happy noises. My baby's growing up!

Bookmark phone?

Today Ethan took a bookmark out of one of my books, put it up to his ear and said "ba ba ba ba". Then he'd put it back in the book, take it out, and do the same thing. He did this for probably a couple minutes before moving onto something more interesting. I sure wish I would have had my camera with me.

Daughtry Concert

Troy and I went to a Daughtry concert in Lancaster, CA. last Friday. It was an awesome concert, and Chris Daughtry is a great performer. I hope someday he comes to the Salt Lake area. I'd go see him again for sure.

Sadly, we didn't get a whole lot of good pictures from the concert. It was dark by the time the concert started, and we weren't close enough. Maybe if we had a tripod with us, things would have been different. The above picture is Chris rockin' out with Josh Paul. Hopefully if you click on it, it'll get bigger, and you can see it. Although it's still a bit blurry.

Even the pictures of the screens, which were obviously much bigger didn't turn out great. This was one of the better ones. I wish we could have had some better pictures of Chris, cause that man is hot. Don't tell Troy I said that.

If you wish you were at the concert with me, so you could see what I saw, well, here you go. This was what I saw for a good half of the concert. This girl refused to get down off her chair for the longest time. And the six and a half foot gentleman in front of us didn't help things either.

Even with all that, I would pay the $80 for tickets, and drive the 10 hours (each way) again in a heartbeat to see Daughtry.

Ethan's First Birthday

Ethan just had his first birthday. I can't believe how fast this year flew by. I'm gonna be an old woman before I know it. We had a nice little party for him, with family from both sides coming for some yummy ice cream cake.
He really wasn't too interested in blowing out the candle. I think that might have had something to do with the fact that he doesn't know how to blow. He was trying to be macho and make the candle go out with his hand, but his dad had to ruin it for him.

Here is where the cake eating began. Very innocent. Very little mess. Just takin it easy with the cake.

This is the look of a boy who is guilty of no wrongdoing. He's doing what every one year old should do on their birthday, which is make a mess with the cake. But see the fork? We are nothing if not civilized in this household.

Ethan was having none of the present opening. It was almost a form of torture for him, and if I would have just let him go, he could have gotten onto something he actually wanted to do. Unfortunately, I didn't know what that was, so I was very little help.

And finally, we come to the picture that belongs in the album of every child's first birthday party. The boob shot. It's nice to know that after 8 years, Troy still appreciates me.