Saturday, May 29, 2010

Some Like It Hot





There are advantages to living in an extremely sunny state. One of them: being able to go swimming much earlier than those in other states. We got a great deal on this pool at Walmart-- 15 bucks-- and it's 15 bucks well-spent. Joe takes the boys out swimming sometimes twice a day, and we had fun playing in the pool tonight while Joe barbecued (another fun past-time when the weather's nice). I do love Arizona. I do love that we live here, once again. Joe just got hired on to SRP's help desk, and he'll be earning a nice salary. We've been waiting almost a year for this break! It has come, and I'm glad it's here. I do hope we stay a long, long time....

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Alphabet Soup

I walked by Logan's high chair yesterday, and this is what I found....

Monday, May 17, 2010

My Big, Little Baby




This kid's funny. Thinks he's a stud. Maybe 'cause he is. Love him!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Garbage Bags


To me, this is a beautiful sight. To me, this is love. The love of a mother. MY mother.

Upon returning from a trip to the temple on Saturday, we found all of these lovely bags in our yard. Why, you may ask, is this a GOOD thing? For weeks, now, we've been trying to put our yard in order. Joe not only works LONG hours, but he has extreme allergies and is out for a day from doing the smallest amount of yardwork. And me-- well, lets say I have two needy kids, two and under. Enough said. My older brother has come and helped with a lot of the yardwork, which we have SO appreciated. All that was left was piles and piles of leaves, branches, and weeds. They'd been in nice, little piles for a couple of weeks. I was really tired of looking at them! After getting home from the temple Saturday, we found that all of our piles were missing, and in their places were these lovely bags, filled to the brim. We thought my older brother had come over and done it. I even called him and left a message on his phone, thanking him profusely. It wasn't until yesterday, after my mom felt guilty for leading us to believe my brother had done it (she had wanted to remain anonymous, but at the same time, she didn't like being deceitful) that we found out it was HER. My 50-something-year-old mom had spent an hour or so finishing up our yardwork, wanting nothing in return. Oh, and she also babysat our two kids (along with my brother and dad) while we were at the temple. Is this love? I think "yes." Thanks, Mom.