Happy Memorial Day

This is a picture from the airshow in 2006 - That's Jace not Cooper, but how can you really tell? It seems every time we go to the airshow, Kim has a child strapped to her.

As I was watching the annual Memorial Day concert from Washington DC last night, I realized that one of the main things our society is missing these days is reverance. We could all benefit from showing a little bit more respect to one another. Apparently the boys didn't enjoy the concert broadcast as much as I did, but they do love each other.

Popsicle Boy

I'm guessing by the faces he makes, it's a love-hate relationship. Cooper actually is a little mooch, especially if we are eating something yummy like a popsicle.

Cooper, the Phantom Menace

Our sweet little Cooper is quite mobile now. He crawls all over the place and occasionally gets into mischief. We think that Darth Jace has taken Cooper in as his sith apprentice. (Can you tell that our boys are really into the Star Wars movies right now?) We're just holding our breath for when he can start climbing. We'll need to muster all the power of the force to survive the onslaught.

Aspiring Author Aiden

Aiden entered Reading Rainbow's book contest a few months ago. Locally, he was selected as a semi-finalist and received a brand new book along with a certificate from Channel 10 (PBS) and Reading Rainbow. You can read his story here.

Of course his entry didn't have the photoshop embellishment of backgrounds, etc. that were added by his dad. That just wouldn't be fair, but all that was added was the colored backgrounds and the cover. Everything else was Aiden. We're so happy for our little author/illustrator!

The Rage

Weekend before last, we had one of the tougher times we have had with Gage. It was not a happy time for our little 4-year-old or his parents. It started on Saturday with his freaking out over a certain shirt that he was to wear to our friends' baptisms. He would not put it on at home or in the car. So that meant he and I spent the first 20 minutes of the baptism out in the car. What ended it? He finally said that the tag inside the shirt bugged him. As soon as I cut it off, we were merrily on our way into the building.

The following day, Greyson got some candy for being spotlighted or is it spotlit :) in Primary. Gage really wanted one of his "gum pops". How do I know that he really wanted a gum pop? Because he told me - for the next 45 minutes that he and I spent in an empty classroom instead of sacrament meeting. The little veins would pop out of his head and neck as he would stamp his foot repeating "I really, really, really want a gum pop." Then he resorted to things like, "I'm never going to know what a gum pop tastes like." That's right, not acting like that you're not.

Oh it was a wonderful weekend. Thankfully he got it out of his system before Mother's Day. By this last weekend he was mostly angel. Well, at least some.