Ginger and Max at the Water Park

These cute cousins turn three next month.
It seems like only yesterday . . . . .

Thank Goodness!

About an hour ago I went downstairs and found Leo on the floor writing in his journal. He was in the dark and it was long past bedtime. Tomorrow is his last day of school. This is what he wrote.
He read it to me. I cried. It says, "I love you teacher. You are my bride. You are cool and I wish that I could be your student again. Love, Leo." He was so serious, sleepless, and near tears. I am so grateful that he had a teacher who went above and beyond for him every day---a teacher who found humor instead of frustration when dealing with my son. My heart is full of gratitude for Ms. Pearson. Thank goodness for good teachers. We need more of them.

No Mother

There are days that I look over at one of my children, gasp, and say, "That child looks like they have no mother!" Shockingly dirty faces, unkept hair, mismatches socks, helicopter hats in church, full winter outfits in summer, and getting somewhere to find out that someone didn't put on any shoes are just some of the things that have gotten this reaction out of me (not to mention the behaviors that cause me to gasp and say the same thing). It was a little too quiet yesterday and I decided I needed to find Ginger and see what she was up to. This is what I found. She is, at least, wearing a diaper . . . . after all . . . she does have a mother.

Playing Hookie

We played hookie last week and hiked to timpanogos cave with my friend Lori. It was a fabulous day. I was very grateful to have Lori entertain the ever-talkative Leo and even take a turn packing Ginger up the mountain. I'm sure you all know, but I just have to say it----I just love Lori. We met the summer before we went into sixth grade. (Hannah's age). I hope Hannah is lucky enough to have a life-long friend too.
One of my favorite memories of this day was when we were on the tour. Leo just couldn't stop talking to the tour guide and trying to answer all of his questions. At one point the tour guide asked everyone if they knew what it was called when a stalagmite and a stalactite grew together and "got married". Leo shouted out, "lagattacks".

Easter

This is the first year that dye didn't stain everyone's fingers for the next two weeks. I don't think even one egg was consumed, but we had a lot of fun coloring them.

We are never this clean for long. A quick picture had to be taken.

Stand by Me

I like this. I hope you do to.

Baby Teeth

I've been thinking a lot about baby teeth lately. I love baby teeth. They are so cute and evenly spaced. Look at this old picture of Ginger and her perfect little baby teeth. I look at that mouth and I just want to kiss it. It's so perfect.

Leo is currently losing teeth and it has reminded me how goofy we all look until we not only get all of our adult teeth---but grow into them. It's just a hideous stage, and honestly, just not as cute and kissable.