Fall Ride Preview

I feel like all I ever post is "more to come" and perhaps one dark, dreary, winter day, I'll sit down and get all caught up on this blog. Some is better than none, right? We went for a nice drive up the canyon Sunday and everyone had a great time, especially Tiera - I took this as she was sticking her little head out Daddy's window.

Happy 9 Months!

Nine pictures of my sweetest little nine month old. And just for fun, here are nine things I love about the little goofball (corresponding to the pictures):

1. His sweet little songs he sings while he sits.
2. How he gets stuck under the couch and happily stays there until someone helps him out.
3. His silly little faces. He really is such a ham.
4. I love the look in his eyes just before he cries. He makes sure I'm watching before letting the tears flow.
5. "Soooooo Big!"
6. His look when he is determined to get somewhere.
7. That he endures countless photoshoots for his trigger-happy mom.
8. He puts EVERYTHING in his mouth, but always with a smile.
9. His super sweet, peaceful, happy demeanor. He is such a pleasure to have in our little family.

I'm Just That Kind of Girl

Why I even tried to grow out my hair, I still don't know. My friend Gayelynne cut it last week and I'm feeling much more like myself again! I'm just a short haired gal, what can I say?

Such a SAD Boy

I'm not sure he was sad because the "U" lost....or because he was wearing the shirt. Of course I am kidding, we do have some mixed blood here at our house. He actually was wearing BYU Football pants that same day!

Harvest Time

Picked all the corn last week (the ones that weren't blown over in the wind storms) - the red sweet corn was especially red and especially sweet. Note to self, don't freeze full uncooked ears of corn for later use. Not so yummy - not as bad as the peach, but a close second.

We Live in a Pretty Awesome Place

I was going through pictures and ran across this I took at our favorite mtn. biking location - Lambert Park, 15 minutes away from home. I love having the mountains so close. We're pretty darn blessed.

He Loves It!

Here's the story of Harry's first day of preschool - I need to get these things written before I forget all the details.

That morning we got Luke ready and off to school and I had about an hour to get Harrison psyched for his first day. He wasn't excited. AT. ALL. We practically forced him to take a bath, then I had to dress him myself after quite a battle of what to wear.

Then came the blessing. We explained to him that daddy was going to put his hands on his head and give him a priesthood blessing like he does for Luke before the school year. He's seen many blessings, not a foreign concept to him. "I don't want a blessing," he says in his little cartoon-y voice. I ask, "Do you want one if you get to sit on my lap?" Sure. So he climbs up and all goes well...until he starts knocking his dad's hands off his head saying, "Get your hands off me, I don't want a blessing!"

We eventually made it through and a few minutes later he was sitting in the corner sobbing. "What's wrong, buddy?" I asked. "I DON'T WANT ONE!!!" OK, bud. Got it....."BUT YOU ALREADY DID IT!!!" he yelled.

Jon did give him a really nice, short blessing and off to school we went. We're doing the co-op thing so it was at a friend's house. He didn't want to be there, didn't want to take his shoes or his backpack off, didn't want to get on board the make believe choo choo train that takes the kids into the family room to learn. I stayed for the opening part, and then told him I needed to go. I whispered, "I'll even get you a doughnut if you're good." He was devastated that I was going to leave. So I sat quietly on the couch, hoping Baby Z would not distract the kids.

About five minutes passed and all of the sudden, Harry turned around and announced, "You can go now, Mom." And he LOVES school ever since! And I LOVE having a few hours a week of just me and the Z. All is well in Harry's little world of school now. I just hope we don't have to go through the same thing every time we switch houses!

I'm an Equal Opportunity Mom

How could I make a cute poster for the Lukester and not make one for Harry's first day of preschool? And...there is a story to tell about this little sweetie's first day....I'll save it for another post.

Kat and the Tiny Peach

I have a little peach tree and like a good girl when the little peaches started to grow, I plucked them all off so the tree could be nourished....well I picked almost all of them. I left three little baby peaches to grow for the season. One blew off in a wind storm, one was a little rotten and smooshy, and one was a beautiful little peach. Yesterday I picked it. It smelled so sweet and delicious, I couldn't wait to get in the house, wash it and have it for a snack. I snapped a few quick pictures of my precious fruit and as I walked back into the kitchen I took a bite.

It was YUCKY. Maybe next year's peaches will be a little sweeter.

Go Cougars!

Afterschool Poll

I want to know what all you moms do with the afterschool routine. Do you do jobs first, then play, then homework/reading, or do you dive right into the homework first? What works for YOU?

THANKS!