If this two-year-old ruled the world...

We would all wear mixing bowls on our heads...

and...

Christmas ornaments would hang from all key holes...

The Death of the Chubby Chaser

If Justin dies because of his last comments, it won't be because of me. I promise. I've learned a great deal of patience and even more tolerance for insanity. I just knew that if I waited long enough, karma would do me justice and by dang, it did! Wa ha ha! So Justin, I won't kill you, but karma sucks and so... good luck with that.

Now, to defend myself from his last post. I am NOT a grumpy pregnant lady. He knows that. Really, he honestly knows that. (I just asked him to double check.) I think I'm quite pleasant most of the time. However, I am at the awkward stage of pregnancy. My body doesn't respond to pregnancy like the rest of women. I just get kinda chubby for a while before a belly starts poking out. This is how I feel I look in the mirror:

Seriously, all muscles go on a nine month vacation and all my skin gets loose. Then fat deposits in places I didn't think fat could deposit. I think most women can agree that you go through a phase of prego life where your cute skinny clothes don't fit but maternity shirts make you look like you're wearing a hot air balloon. Clothing is just a lose-lose situation so you can't help but have a hard time finding something to wear. I am super grateful to be prego and I can't wait to meet our new little man but clothing for the next few months will be my worst enemy. Maybe I'll just follow the Michelin Man's style and wear a scarf. Yikes!

So Justin, you will never understand how it feels to go through pregnancy or delivery, and for that I am grateful. (That would be weird if you did.) You don't need to worry about us having a girl ever. I think there is WAY too much testosterone in you. You are getting a little crazy in your old age, but I'll just blame that on the seven years of school. As for being forgiven for your post, I think either

A: A sincere heartfelt and very public apology is in order

OR

B: A treat that starts with an "i" and ends with a "ce cream" will suffice.

Take your pick sir.

Dear God, Thanks for the baby boy but...

What I really prayed for was a job, new car, and a house. Excuse me for being cynical, but that is what came to mind when Sherrie told me that I should blog about the new man-cub. I remembered it from one of those funny/inspirational emails everyone gets once in a while, and this one was compiled of letters from little kids to God. One little boy said, "Thanks for the little brother, but what I really prayed for was a puppy." Maybe I'll pay for my insensitivity in another life. I couldn't come up with any better way to announce to the blogosphere that I was right, and it is in fact, a boy! I called it at the first ultra-sound. Sherrie is mad at me right now because I'm always right, (her words, not mine) and because I told her I was a "chubby-chaser." Before you scald me with your comments, let me explain. Men are doomed when it comes to commenting on the Body Condition Score of our females. Damned if we do, damned if we don't. Sherrie is grumpy because she is 5 months pregnant, gained a whopping 1 pound last month, but somehow thinks she looks like she belongs on the Biggest Loser. And she's not the only one! Well, let me rephrase. She's not the only pregnant woman that frowns to the mirror every single day of the 9 month journey, complaining about having nothing "cute" to wear, and fearing that they look like a beached whale. She doesn't belong on the biggest loser, but there are many many out there that do. You know who you are. Anyway, during the past 4+ years of marriage and during 1 and 1/2 pregnancies, I have tried everything to convince her that she's PERFECT. I tell her how sexy she is, slap her butt, remind her how many women there are in the world that would KILL to look like her, and do a few other things that are none of your damn business. Nothing seems to work! So, I decided to try a little reverse-psychology. She was standing at the mirror and said something about how fat she looks, and I told her that I was a chubby chaser. My bad. But as miserable as it must be to watch your body change during a pregnancy, the bloating, the aching, the cramping, the stretching, the need for new/different clothes, imagine having to listen to it every day of your life and not be able to do anything about it. What do you want from us? Anyway, I'm kindof in the doghouse and decided that if she wanted me to blog, then I'd better blog.
Well, that concludes my rant. I appologize to anyone who chose to take offense to my comments. Nobody made you read what I typed. Whatever. In other news I am on the brink of finishing my thesis and graduating from college. I know what you're thinking, but a lot of people go to school for seven years, right? Anyway, we are anticipating new employment, hopefully a new car, and someday a house, but we'll be fine in the meantime. I'll be a stupid horse-shoer with a Master's degree if not. We are, in fact, extatic about the new boy. Especially me, because I don't think I can survive dealing with another female's fluctuating fat-illusions. Come to think of it, I might not make it anyway after Sherrie reads this post...

Happy Birthday!

Happy, Happy Birthday Sweet Koy Boy!
We can't believe that you are already 2!
You are so much fun and we are so blessed and eternally grateful to be your parents.
You make us laugh multiple times every day.
You're the sweetest little guy there ever was, even during the fake crying when you are in time-out.
You are turning into such a character and you are so animated.
We love to hear you talk and are often surprised by the words you say... and words you say that we wish you hadn't heard us say. :)
We are so excited to see you as a big brother - you'll be so great at it!
We hope you have a great birthday and can't wait to watch you grow more over the next year.

We love you!

Love, Mom and Dad

A captivating title for a really good post...

A little while ago my friend posted this on her blog and I loved it so I asked her if I could share it. (She probably doesn't think we're friends... but I do. Anyone I stalk is a friend. :))

It's worth your time to read... and so is her blog. She's funny even when she doesn't mean to be and she does such a good job at painting a picture in your mind that I can't help but read her stuff. So if you have some free time, or want to waste some time, you should click on the link to "Emily and Adam" on the right. Enjoy!

From A to B: ixnay on the udgmentjay

It's about to get real up in heya so cover your ears if you come here for the laughs.

I was walking down the stairs at the train station today when a buxom woman with a scowl that could have excited the devil came bustled past me and clocked me in the face with her Mary Poppins carpet bag. I covered my smarting nose with my hand, expecting an apology but was met instead with a Move out of the beeping way!

Oh my, the words that crossed my mind! She-devil! Winch! Imbecile! Please note that I'm censoring for the children. Seething with anger, I boarded the train and began to let my brain conjure up thoughts of shoulda-coulda-wouldas.

In my mind's eye, I had just chased her down, pulled the floor lamp out of her bag, and beaned her with it, when a stooped, elderly man boarded the packed train car and made a move to squeeze in by me. Still seething from taking it in the face, I thought, Fat chance, Old Man. If you think I'm moving just because you survived WWII, you'd better think again. Plus, you sorta reek.

As he braced himself against the wall, I noticed he held an appointment card in his gnarled hand. The top of the card read "Washington Cancer Institute." My heart dropped, along with my last shreds of anger.

Then, because I'm a manic, I started getting riled that no one was giving him a seat.

The point is, I'm a judger. And not the "Your Honor" kind, nor the judge righteously type. I see, I assess, and I pass judgment. It's a characteristic I HATE about myself and I often vow to overcome the glaring natural man, only to find myself pinning a skinny girl with an eating disorder the very next day.

Between both Adam and myself we can't seem to remember the exact origin of this story but we recently heard an account of a professor who asked the members of his class to anonymously write down a trial they were each dealing with presently. He collected the papers and read them aloud. Rape, fear, divorce, death, anxiety, unplanned pregnancy. Each person was dealing with something monumental and not a single person in that room knew about it.

Take Ole Bopped-Me-On-The-Nose for example. She had probably been up all night with a sick baby. She then might have broken her heel on the way to work and had to wear her spare flip-flops all day which didn't bode well with with her boss, who was already yelling at her for a misplaced file. Maybe she forgot her lunch, her cell phone, and her Metro pass. She also forgot about picking up her great-aunt from physical therapy, which is where she was running to when she passed my sauntering hiney and thought, If that little twerp doesn't get out of my way, I'm going to clock her in the face with my Mary Poppins carpet Bag.

Or maybe she's just an ornery old hag.

Either way, how am I to know?

Since I'm a sucker for rhetorical cliches: have I walked a mile with her Mary Poppins carpet bag? Not a chance.

The thin, tan, blond mother is fighting depression, the trite business man exiting his Lexus recently lost his mother, and the indifferent teenager behind the Taco Bell counter is working two jobs to help with rent.

Every single one of us is going through something and "who am I to judge another, when I walk imperfectly?" In fact, Adam and I are in the midst of something so thick that I wouldn't even wish it upon those boys in sixth grade who mocked my hot pink t-shirt.

So I made a vow. For the next week, I'm going to remain acute to this despicable habit of mine. When judgmental thoughts cross my mind, I'm going to nip 'em and flip 'em.

In other words, wanna bash me in the face with your Mary Poppins carpet bag? Now's your chance.

And see? I blogged this entire thing from inside a bath tub and you had no idea. You just never know....

He makes my heart happy...

This is what I found one morning when I got out of the shower. Maybe it's only sweet to me, but it makes me smile.

And Now... The Rest of the Story

We are so excited to be on our way to welcoming a new sweet baby into our home! It will be so much fun for Koy to have a sibling and hopefully we can teach him how to be nice to other kids before this one gets here.

I am 14 weeks + a few days and so that puts the due date on March 21st but I'm planning on the 28th to be safe. It seems like forever away some days but other days I'm nervous that we won't be ready for it. I know it shouldn't be that scary, but I'm more scared this time than I was with Koy. Maybe it's knowing what happens at the end. Yikes! Really though, we are super excited and Justin has even admitted he would totally be fine having a little girl. That was a shock to me because he's NEVER wanted a girl. I've felt better than I did with Koy and I wasn't sick much with Koy so I'm thinking it will be a boy... The Chinese think so too. :) Trust me, I checked a Chinese gender prediction chart. Those have to be 100% accurate, right? Ha.

There is one downer about the March due date. The baby will be coming during March Madness. Dang it! (Not that it matters to me... but to Justin, it might put kink in his plans.) I didn't realize it was due during March Madness until we were sitting in Stake Conference last weekend. I figured I could tell Justin there and he would be on such a spiritual high that he would be like, "It's ok babe! I won't even make you watch Sports Center and nothing about the sport will be mentioned. I just love you so much and you're the best and your happiness is the only thing in this world that will matter to me. We'll just focus all of our attention on you and the new baby, because I love you."

Boy was I wrong!

I leaned over and told him what I had just realized and his response was,

"I'll forgive you."

WHAT?!

I'll forgive YOU?

Yeah. He obviously wasn't paying very close attention to conference or something because he was not on the spiritual high I thought he would be on.

He's a terd and he'll pay for it later. I just haven't figured out how...



As far as Koy goes, he is doing pretty well with his glasses. He wore them last week for almost one whole day! I was so proud of him! He just looks so cute that it cracks me up. I think it's also helped to not force it on him to wear them too. If he wants them on he can have them and if not, he doesn't have to. He is realizing that they do help him see his books and toys though. When we read stories and we ask him if he wants his glasses on, he always says, "Ok." It's so cute! He's just so sweet but it kind of makes me laugh because a lot more people talk to Koy wherever we go now. He also gets more treats from the checkers at Macey's now... which is kind of bad because he expects he'll get a treat whenever we go shopping. Oh well. I'm also happy because his eye does look so much better when his glasses are on! Hopefully it keeps getting stronger so we don't have to do surgery. Woot!

Look what we did today...

G'Dasses!

That is how Koy says "glasses." Yesterday I took the little man to Primary Children's to the eye Dr. After the 2 hour appointment, the verdict is:

Our child is legally blind!

Ok, not that bad... but almost. Really. Poor little man. That is why his eye turns in, he can't see anything out of it! For those of you who have glasses... I'll give you an example of what his lense prescription is.
Mine is like -2.00 and -2.50... or something.
Koy's is +1.25 and + 4.75!

So, we're off to visit the glasses wizard next week and then we'll be working on getting him to actually wear them.

It really is not a big deal and I'm not even worried about it. He'll still be a cute little munchkin!

Hug!

This is Koy's new word for the past week or so and we LOVE it! The best part is he actually wants to give a hug when he says it. He'll just be playing and then he'll come up to you and say "hug!" and he'll have his arms open all ready for you to pick him up and give him a squeeze. What a cutie!

Also, we read this Mickey Mouse book multiple times a day and on the last page Mickey's sheep are sleeping and we always count them. There are 10 on the page...
So I didn't think anything of it but I went to put Koy in the pick-up this morning and I started to count and said, "One, two," and Koy says, "TEN!" What a turkey.

Some people...

I hate to be "hatin'" here... but... today we had an encounter with a lady that really got my blood pressure up... and I have great blood pressure so it takes a lot to do that. (Actually, it's not really "hatin'", it's more of "dis-likin'"... you'll know what I mean in a second...)

This morning I took Justin to campus.

So we're just drivin' along and of course, we hit one of the 15 stoplights between our house and his work. So we are sitting at the stop light discussing... I can't remember what we were talking about, so let's just say we were talking about mini-vans, for the sake of the story...

We are just minding our own business when all of the sudden we are jarred forward. It wasn't a hard hit so we were both kind of confused about what happened. I look in the mirror and there is a mini-van behind us. Yep, she ran right into us... while we were stopped.

So we get out to see the damage and the lady in the mini-van says, "I don't know what happened! Did you go in reverse or something?!"

Really?

Did I put the car in reverse? At a stop light? Because the point is to go backwards at stoplights... wait, it isn't. Ok. So on to the damage-

There isn't really any. Our bumper already looks like crap so the screws from her license plate holder just added a for more little scratches... so really it's not big deal.

That's not what was irritating.

This is what irritated me.

She didn't get out of her van and even offer any insurance information or a phone number... but really, there wasn't much damage so I guess I can let that go.
She got out of the van and blamed ME for the accident.

Then, she didn't even say sorry or anything! Really? I don't know about you but usually if you run into someone, don't you kind of feel like crap and try to appologize ASAP?

Justin and I just stood there starring at the bumper and then we finally decided to pull into a parking lot to talk about things.

We decided the bumper hadn't moved and our trunk still shut fine so everything was ok. Finally, when we were getting into the car again, the lady says, "Sorry and drive safe!"

Oh my word. I know it shouldn't get to me because it is silly and I am glad it wasn't bad enough to hurt anyone. (Although, the first thing I thought was that we were going to get a new bumper and that would have been AWESOME!) I guess I'm mean but I am super dissapointed at how the lady responded. Oh well.

Arizona for people who live in Utah...

When I first met Justin and he told me was from Arizona, I just figured it all looked like this...




Who wouldn't, right? Then he told me that the part of AZ he was from was in the mountains and it was pretty there...
I still thought it looked like this:


He showed me pictures and to be honest, I still didn't believe him! I kind of thought he was trying to pull my leg. He was just so funny... I thought he made up everything he told me. He wasn't lying though. There are mountains in Arizona and they are covered in trees. It is actually quite pretty there. This is about 20 minutes away from where Justin grew up:


And just a picture of us because I still think that boy from Arizona is still dang good lookin'. :)

If he could...

He would wear his boots-

his dad's belt-

and this old hat-

everywhere, everyday.

Milan Maternity Giveaway

Milan Maternity is doing another great giveaway!

Go to: milanmaternity.blogspot.com

(A More Real) Love Story

We found this on Mark and Nat's blog and we were cracking up. Enjoy!

I love...

This little boy!

The other day...

I found this pic of Koy and Grandpa last summer. It's kinda sweet...

It's another post about...

Poop. Sorry folks.

However, this is a good story.

(You didn't think there could be a good story about poop, huh?)

Koy is almost 20 months old.

This morning he was being a fighter when I tried to change his diaper sooo...

I let him run around naked. Yep. N-a-k-e-d!

But just for a minute or two...

Then he went into the bathroom and stood by the toilet and said, "poo."

Wierd.

So I put him on the toilet and he tooted...

Then I tried again to put his diaper on and he wouldn't so I let him run around a little more...

and he went in by the toilet and said the magic word again and so I hung his little fanny over the toilet and PLOP!

He went #2 all on his own!

Justin said it was Heidi's b-day present... so

Happy Birthday Heidi!

(Also, I'm super proud of Koy!)

He probably won't be potty trained for a while and this may be a fluke thing, but hey, he did it!

(And sorry to say, but yes, this made his parents proud!)

Happy A-Day!

Happy Anniversary Justin!

Thanks for:

Making the last 4 years rock.

Laughing at me when I'm not even trying to be funny.

Supporting my addiction to ice cream.

Not breaking my arms... or legs... or back when you decide to wrestle me.

Watching chick-flicks with me... and for making fun of them.

Taking your boots off before you come in the house.

Running with me that one time and not having a heart attack after.

Trying to make me feel better when I have a bad day.

Being patient when I'm running late.

Being a great daddy... or in Koy's words, "Mommy."

... there are a million other things I'm thankful for but I won't get all sappy here.

I'm glad that you keep my life interesting and I love you to death!

Cheers to us!

Sooo...

I look around and all I see are all the fun blogs to read. Then I clicked on my drab ol' bloggy blog and wondered, "How could I spice this baby up?!"... so I sat and thought... and thought.. and ate a bowl of cereal and thought some more... and then I decided that, I'm a wee boring. So from now on I'm just going to blog whatever I feel like talking about and if you don't like it, that's ok because it's your own choice to click on this baby and you don't have to stop by and read about our lives if you don't want to.

What I'm thinking today is that I wish I had a really nice camera and a few photography classes under my belt. The reason is that I could have taken a neat picture of some poop... er... yeah, poop. It was gross. I didn't realize it had spewd out of Koys diaper... and all over his chair while he was eating lunch. He reached his curious little hand back to see what was going on and smeared the poop even more. To make matters worse, I was putting away groceries and didn't even notice. He just said, "All done!" and so I went over and scooped him up under his arm pits, and then pressed his little tooshy against me while I put my arm around his tummy so we could wash hands... then it hit me. There was an odd aroma in the air and I pulled him away from me and there was poop smeared all over my shirt. It was high and low and to make it worse, Koy then smeared it on my arm. Gag and then double gag... and gag once more just because it's nasty. Oh heavens. . .

Moab spelled backwards is Baom...

and Boam isn't even a word. Trust me. I looked it up....

We went to Moab last week with the Kanes and we had so much fun! It was the first time that we had left Koy over night but I think he did pretty well, except for burning his hand on the pellet stove right before I left him at my mom's house. Poor kid.

We left on Wednesday and I met up with Justin, John and Melissa in S.L. Then the Kanes took us to eat at In-N-Out burger. Justin and I had never tried it so we were kind of excited to see what all the hype was about. What a dissapointment. J/k! It actually was suprisingly good. To return their favor of taking us to In-N-Out, we took them to Cabellas. Yep. They loved it. I could tell. It was the best thing since the invention of Facebook for them. Ha, ha. (You little Facebook lovers!)

Then we made our way down the road and found a camping spot up a canyon in Moab. I was seriously hesitant about the camping... but that's because I'm terrified of the dark. Really. It's bad but the camping wasn't so bad.

After we set up camp, we went into town and got pizza.

A few years ago, Dan and Chels had us a try a pepperoni and jalapeno pizza that was really good. So looking at the menu at the pizza joint, we decided to get the Rio Grande pizza. This bad boy had pepperoni, jalapeno, green chilis, red peppers, chicken and olives on it.

Here is the bad boy...

This pizza was soooo hot! It was like lighting a match and throwing it into a pool of gasoline. HOLY CRAP!

Justin said he had rockey road hotter than the pizza... I think he's full of crap.

Melissa didn't get a very hot piece... or that's what she says... j/k.

This just explains what John thought of it...

Really, besides it burning your face off, it tasted pretty good. It didn't feel so good in your stomache though.

The next day we did some hiking. We went into Arches and hiked to Balanced Rock, the North and South Windows and Delicate Arch.

Balanced Rock... oh yeah, and us...

Random picture of Justin. Hi.

Delicate Arch

We wanted a friend pic with the arch in the background... that didn't really work...

So we had some old lady take a pic...

... because the boys were asleep. Wierdos.

Then came the most terrifying adventure of all. Gemini Bridges. They are two rock bridges over a canyon of death. Really. Heights are no bueno. This ol' gal almost passed out after the pic. I was getting dizzy. Justin thought it was cool. He would.

The second day we went river rafting which was a blast! The water is much more pleasant than standing on cliffs. The boys did try to tip the raft over a couple of times but between Melissa and me, we have some pretty serious paddling skills... or we are just lucky. We hiked another arch that day and saw some dinasour prints and some indian writing. Pretty cool.

Koy did better than I thought he would. He was too busy playing with his cousins and he didn't even care that we were there. What a stinker.

We had a great trip and we are so happy that we went with the Kanes. They knew all of the fun things to do and we weren't bored for a second. Thanks again you guys!

18 Months

This is a little late but Koy hit is 18 month mark last month. He is so much fun right now!

He weighed in at a whopping 22 lbs. That puts him in the 10th percentile for weight and he's in the 40th percentile for height. He's in the 1st percentile for hair growth. He still hasn't got a whole lot. It's thin and very light... so you can't really see it.

We've finally hit the point where he HATES the Dr. It's really fun. Wow. While we were at his check-up the Dr. noticed that his left eye was turned in a bit... I hadn't noticed and neither had Justin but a lot of other people had. Oops. He does look cross-eyed and looking back at pictures I can certainly tell now.

I took him to the eye Dr. last week but that was pretty much a waste of time. Koy was so naughty! He got upset the second we went into the exam room and it was 30 minutes of pinning him down while the Dr. pried open his eyelids to look at his eyes. The Dr. said the worst part would be putting the eye drops in but nope, that wasn't the worst part. It just went down hill from there. By the time we left his office, my ears hurt from Koy screaming and I just wanted to go home and take a nap. As far as the Dr. can tell, he doesn't need glasses or an eye patch. We are going to wait for another 9 months or so to see if it straightens out, but if it doesn't, he'll have to have the muscle on the inside part of his eye cut and re-attached. Sounds fun. :)

Koy is at a such fun age. He is running around like crazy and talking so much. Some of his favorite words are: duck, side (for slide and outside), Soya (for Sawyer, Melissa's dog. He stands at the back window looking for him a lot.), Buckee (pick-up... it's a little off), there he is (when he finds something... or if you find him), shoes, boots, nack (snack), night night and many more. He picks up and tries to say new words all of the time. The other day Justin was making the bed and Koy looked at the lamp and said, "ball" when he saw the light bulb and Justin said, "No, it's a light." Koy said back, "No, it's a ball." It's mushed together when he says some things but he tries and it makes me laugh.

He is in nursery now and loves it. We have great leaders that let us take him in to play for a while before he was old enough to stay in there on his own and I think it helped a ton because he doesn't seem to have any problems now.

We've gone to the Whittier Center Park and few times and it is by far my favorite park in Logan. No joke! It's so cute and it has rubber mats covering the ground so you don't have to deal with wood chip getting all over everything, or your kid eating the wood chips. Koy was so brave today and went down the big kid slide all by himself. He was laughing so hard when he got to the bottom. He sure thinks he is big stuff.

He likes to wear big people shoes.

He likes to eat pancake batter, but not the pancakes.

Seriously, that's just gross.

He eats his bubble bath... hoepfully it won't make him sick.

It snowed in March and I couldn't get him to walk out in the snow. He just wanted to eat it too.

First full day of nursery. The paper is almost bigger than him.

This is just a cute pic of Koy and his dad. They are so cute together.

Sunday Shoes

It's so cute when a little kid puts their shoes on the wrong feet.

It's HILARIOUS when halfway through sacrament meeting, your husband realizes that he's put your son's shoes on the wrong feet.

Oh Justin. You make me laugh!

Buffalo Koy

Psh. Who needs Baby Animal Days when your friend owns baby buffalo? Justin's friend Clint breaks cutting horses and this is the runt of the herd of baby buffalo he just bought. Koy thought it was awesome and he loved sitting on it. He even cried when Justin handed him back over the fence to me.

Not many kids can say they've ridden a buffalo but Koy can. He probaby could have stayed at Clint's ranch all day and played in the mud and poop. He is such a little boy.

Happy Easter!

Two Easter Bunnies made a visit to this little monster...

He loved the bubble bath... but probably just because it had "Emo" (Elmo) on it.

The "Swiss" Easter Bunny gave him a chocolate bunny the size of his head and some m&m's that he was so excited about he was trying to eat them through the bag.

He had a constant ring of chocolate around his mouth this weekend but it was fun to see him show a little interest in the basket. It just makes me more excited for next year!

Of course, he had to have some Dr. Pepper. After he had a few drinks, I thought he was going to be wired but he took turns snuggling with mom and dad on the couch and then finally sat next to me, leaned his head over on my lap and fell asleep. He's learned way too fast from his dad to fall asleep during conference. J/k. It was so cute just because he NEVER falls asleep anywhere besides his bed or the carseat.

We love you Koy Boy!

We hope everyone else had a great Easter weekend and we missed those of our family that we didn't get to see!

As of lately-

These are just a few pics of what we have been up to lately.

It was still freezing cold about a month ago and Koy and I were going crazy in the house so we went to the park one day after Justin got home from work. Koy loves the park. He loves the slides the most right now and when he goes down them he says "sick." Hmmm... wierd lingo for a 17 month old but whatever...

He's just so excited that it kills me.

So excited!

He giggled the first little bit in the swing but it looks like he's giving it a "thumbs down."

Going on the slide by himself. He thinks he's so big.

This is what happens when you give him something in a plastic bag. It usually ends up dumped out on the floor.

I was hurrying to get some things done before we went to St. George so I threw our coats in to the washer. When it finished and I opened the washer, I found that Koy had loaded something that he thought needed washed.

Our friends Dan and Chels came up from Vegas and met is in St. George for the weekend. We spent one day in Zion and then we did some church history stuff on Saturday.

Looking at the view of the park.

Koy likes dirt.

Koy & Layne

Ice + Koy = Love

Seriously, that's all he wanted to eat.