Just Because He's Handsome!

Uncle Wayne, thanks for the pictures!

The Great Debate #1

As many of you know, we've started painting and personalizing our house a bit. Graces room was first. I'd LOVE to post pics, but we are kind of stuck. The room is almost done, we just can't decide/agree on window casings. We've come to the conclusion that we like the Craftsman style window casings.

Here's the dilemma. One of us thinks all the window casings in the house need to match and be the same style, the other doesn't. What do you guys think? Vote on the poll in the sidebar and leave comments if you'd like to expound upon your answer.

Moab Trip...Failed

Travelogue

Friday: Isaac whines, and whines, and whines
Sat. a.m.: Hike to Delicate Arch with both kids, Isaac whines
Sat. p.m.: Explore Canyonlands, Isaac whines
Sat. 5:30 p.m. (30 miles from running water): Isaac hurls all over himself and car seat
Sun. 1:30 a.m. (asleep in tent, no running water in campground): Isaac yacks all over his sleeping bag, our sleeping bag, and the tent
Sunday 5:30 A.M.: Home

We apologize to the Johnsons for ditching them in the middle of the night. But busting into your tent with my night-time fro, reiking of twice-baked chicken nuggets, in the middle of the night just didn't seem right. Rain check?

Gracie

My Mommie made me this dress and I'm cute. That's all. 

The Difference Between Boys and Girls...

is that Mom and Gracie want to wear dresses and get their picture taken in front of flowers....



and boys just want to play in the water!

What will he play with next?

I'm sorry you have to listen to my voice, but the video is just too cute.

Another explanation of our blog header

I've tried for two days now to get cute pics of the kids with the awesome flowers in our yard. Isaac would do everything BUT look at me and Grace just turned up her nose because she HATES the grass. So, just a little reminder that not every picture is a cheesy smiling one, but not any less precious.

Our Tender Hearted Little Boy

Yesterday as I was nursing Grace I looked over to see what Isaac was up to. He had a pencil in his hand and was coloring inside the cover of one of Justin's favorite books. I gasped and said, 'Isaac, we don't color in books. You better go tell Dad you're sorry.' Isaac immediately started crying. Not a fit kind of cry, but a broken hearted kind of cry. I told him again he needed to tell Dad he was sorry and he took off running. I assumed he was going to tell Justin he was sorry, but he ran right passed Justin sobbing, 'I going to my room.'

Cute little boy. He hates to disappoint his Dad. He would rather sit in his room for a timeout than own up to what he did. I guess we need to work on apologies, but it seems our timeouts are pretty effective.