St. Paddy's Day

Happy St. Patrick's Day! I just got back today and have a dozen things to catch up on, but had to take time out for some Seth pics.




This is seriously the cutest leprechaun I have ever seen.

And watching American Idol. Really.

Hiatus #2

I've been feeling like I've abandoned you.  I am out of town again-back to the Valley of the Sun- for a few days.  I meant to post this before I left, so you wouldn't expect anything new, and I just didn't get it done.  Life.  I'll be in touch next week!

Confessional

I have reached a new low. It's confession time, are ya ready for it? I just had Dr. Pepper and Fruit Loops for dinner. This time I'm going to say it's okay to judge me. I knew it was wrong when I did it and yet I did it anyway...


At least this isn't the high for the day. Earlier today I tried on a shirt I needed to have some alterations made on. I think it's a pretty normal shirt, but when Hunter saw it he said, "Are you a princess?" "Do I look like a princess?" I asked. "No," said Hunter, "Maybe more like a superhero."


Regardless of what you allow yourself to eat for dinner every now and again, if your kid can't decide whether he sees you more as a princess or a superhero, you're doing alright.

6 Months and 1 Day Ago

I've been feeling guilty all weekend for not posting, but I couldn't think of anything to write that wasn't incredibly depressing or negative. Yesterday was the 6 month mark since Matt's accident. Tonight I found myself browsing through old photos and I thought I'd post some favorites from back when we were just a normal family.

Hunter's 3rd birthday, the boys were just being goofy boys:




My little couch potatoes. The family that plays video games together...(I don't have an ending for that.)

Pictures of Matt and me together are rare. How sad is that? (Right now go make an appointment to have pictures taken of you and your spouse. I'm serious.) Remember the lyrics I posted a little while ago, The Prayer of A Common Man, by Phil Vassar? Well, meet Phil Vassar. Funny story: Phil has been a favorite of mine for quite sometime. (That's his tour bus we're hanging out on.) Last summer he got divorced. When I told Matt, he said "You're leaving me for Phil Vassar aren't you?" He does play a mean piano...

Though they're on regular film, we have tons of pictures of Brigham and Matt together when Brigham was little. For some reason we don't have as many of Hunter and Matt, so I really appreciate the ones we do have. In case you can't tell, they are playing the piano together. I especially love this one for the sweet expression on Matt's face. That's a guy who loves his kids.

While I wish there were more, especially of Matt and me, what a blessing it is to have pictures to illustrate moments in life we would otherwise forget.

For the Greater Good

I've been debating whether or not to post this because I'm vain and these are not great pictures of me. But I have decided that for the greater good of hilarious story telling, I will over look my appearance in favor of the post (I was laughing too hard to keep my chins in check). I am also going to keep my comments to a minimum, so if you want to just scroll through the photos like they're a short film you can.

Here's some background: As I briefly mentioned in my previous post, Hunter is usually the bully of the family. He's only 3, but the kid is insanely strong. He has completely knocked me over on more than one occasion. Instances of Hunter being the victim are few and far between, so much so that when the following scenario went down during Sunday's family photo shoot, my sister opted to keep the camera rolling over helping the poor kid. Pay close attention to the action going on between Hunter and Seth.

This last picture is absolutely priceless to me. Hunter has been put in his place and Seth is the reigning King of the Mountain.

Hunter's Little Secret

Hunter will either keep me young or age me before my time, I can't decide which. Last night when I was putting him to bed I discovered one of his little secrets. He didn't like the book I chose to read to him, but he didn't want to get up to pick a different one. I didn't either, so I opted to make one up instead. "Do you want to hear a story about a little boy named Hunter who lives in a castle and chases dragons?" "No," says he, "I don't wike dat story." How 'bout the one about the little boy named Hunter who goes fishing in the ocean? Who goes on a pirate ship? Who hunts lions in Africa? No, no, no.

How 'bout a story about a little boy named Hunter who goes on a stage and gets to sing a song with the Wiggles? Can you believe it, that one was a winner! So I proceeded to make up a story with the afore mentioned plot line. A little boy named Hunter goes to a Wiggles concert...blah blah blah. I got to the end of the story and Hunter said, "I wike dat one. Read it again." So I told it all over again and he went to sleep happily. Now it's common knowledge around here that Hunter LOVES the movie "Enchanted" (I bought the boys kazoos the other day. Hunter played his in the car for awhile, then proudly announced "That was the Gisele song!") and he sits still through American Idol, but I think we might be developing a pattern now. My little bully loves singing and dancing!

This morning the Easter Bunny picked up High School Musical for Hunter's Easter basket. I'm sure it will be an instant favorite.

We Are Family

This is all I have for you today, just a brand-spankin new snapshot of three little men...and me.