tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59670671979350087862024-03-18T19:47:10.792-07:00Little Montague BoysAMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-22716033024963312362012-05-18T23:04:00.001-07:002012-05-19T11:18:34.224-07:00Two months old and other odds and ends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My little Louisa is two months old. I can't believe how quickly the time goes by. Her personality is coming out more. She likes to laugh and smile. She has one little dimple and she shows it off when she is happy. Her most pleasant times are mid morning and late at night. She likes to look in the mirror and often finds herself smiling at the pretty little girl who is smiling back at her. She loves to be outside. Good thing too because we spent a fair amount of time outside watching her brothers play soccer. She especially likes to be packed around in her baby bjorn. We frequently walk to Porter's school to walk home with him and she makes the trek in her baby bjorn. She much prefers it to the stroller. We also take walks almost daily. Being outside can calm her down pretty quickly when she is upset. She has also decided to like bath time. I was worried because she didn't like them at first but now they are her favorite thing. She has been learning to drink bottles (more about that in a minute) and the only way I could get her to drink them at first was if she was laying in the bath. Finally, she likes singing. Even with my limited skills, she loves me to sing to her. She likes primary songs, songs from kindermusik, and songs from the musical Into the Woods. I think she tries to sing along with me sometimes because she coos a lot during the songs. She doesn't really like the radio though. She is also my wiggliest child. Dallin and Porter were both movers, Dallin especially, but Louisa even moves around a lot in her sleep. She may end up being a sleep walker or something. Because she is so wiggly, she isn't really much of a snuggler. She certainly likes to be held, but she doesn't like to be held up against your shoulder or anything. She prefers to be held facing outward while you walk around with her. She also doesn't like to be held in her sleep. She needs her space to wiggle around.<br />
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Louisa also has shown quite a stubborn streak. As I mentioned above, she is learning to eat from bottles. Even though it is the same milk she gets otherwise (because her bottles are just pumped milk, she has decided to hate formula), she won't drink the bottles without a fight. We have spent several days of almost non-stop crying while we offer her bottles every ten minutes or so. After an average of 2 hours of fighting, she will finally take the bottle but will only settle down for a short time. I hope this will get easier for her. I hate to think of her crying all day when I go back to work. She also doesn't seem to like to have anyone but me hold her. I think I understand the meaning of saying you are being cruel to be kind. I hate listening to her scream when we are trying to give her a bottle or when Joe is holding her (he is perfectly nice to her and even tries to hold her the same ways I do) and I just want to take her and give her what she wants but I know it is kinder to help her learn to take bottles now and to spend some time with her dad.<br />
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She is such a particular little girl, she reminds me a lot of Porter when he was a baby. Porter was also kind of high strung and like things a certain way or it would upset him. He also didn't like bottles and it was a big struggle to keep him to eat when I wasn't home. Both kids also hated to ride in the car, made very sad faces, and panic when someone other than me is going to hold them (it is kind of funny to see the face Louisa makes whenever Dallin goes to pick her up. Dallin always had this fake-looking smile when he didn't want anyone near him instead of a terrorized face). It is also interesting to me that I suffered from post-partum depression with Porter and Louisa and not with Dallin. I'm sure it is just coincidence but I wonder if my feelings rubbed off on them a little or the other way around. My favorite similarity between Porter and Louisa though is that they both liked to "talk" to me. I remember coming home from work when Porter was a baby and getting ready to feed him. Even if he was very hungry, he would babble at me for a few minutes before he could eat. I think he wanted to tell me about his day. Louisa and I haven't spent much time apart yet but the times she has spent some time with Joe or when someone else was holding her and I take her back to eat, she does the same thing; she babbles at me for a little bit of time before she can eat.<br />
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On a wholly different note, being home has allowed me to spend a lot of time with Dallin. He can be a very sweet little boy. He really likes to be helpful and always wants something to do. He loves his little sister and tries to take care of her. He picks her up when she is crying, sings her songs, smiles at her and gives us reports on everything she is doing. Dallin also seems to be struggling with things changing. Dallin gets bored easily and is fairly needy. He isn't very good at thinking of things to do by himself. If I can't play with him and he can't find a friend to play with him, he is lost. He was sleeping in a lot and lounging around in his pajamas, watching t.v. when I was first home. He is getting better but he still seems to need a lot of attention. He also has been acting extra naughty lately (though he has always felt inclined toward troublesome behavior). <br />
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He has been sneaking off to play with friends and is getting worse and worse about it. At least once a week, I have to send him to his room, take away his bike and scooter, and give him a lecture about going places without telling me. I usually can find him after making a couple of calls or walking to a couple of neighbors' houses, but a couple of times he has had me worried. He also lies as part of his wandering. The first time I lost him, I had to drive around the neighborhood looking for him. I looked for his bike and couldn't see it. I knocked on a couple of doors and couldn't find him. Finally, I tried his friend who is a girl. He was at her house and had put his car in the garage. He had also told her mom that I knew where he was and had permission to go to her house. The next time, I knew where he had gone but had told him he couldn't leave because he had croup. He ignored me and rode off on his bike. I called the house where I knew he was headed and told the mom that Dallin was sick and should just be sent home. When he got there, the mom told Dallin I had called and said he was too sick to play. He accused me of lying and tried to persuade her that he could come in. When he finally relented and came home, he denied having gone to anyone's house. Yesterday, he and Porter were grounded from playing with friends because they had broken a bunch of the sprinkler heads in the yard. Dallin decided that he didn't want to abide by that punishment. He and I were going to go for a walk and I went inside to look for my keys. I told him he could ride his scooter around the empty field by our house while I was inside. I came out with Louisa and Dallin was gone. Louisa and I walked around to his usual places and couldn't find him. We got in the car then and drove around the neighborhood some more and branched out to looking at the skate park and Porter's school. After about 1/2 hour of looking, I was starting to panic. Finally, I saw him leaving another neighbor's house on his scooter with a friend. I stopped them and got Dallin into the car. I went to talk to the friend's mom and Dallin had told her that I had taken Louisa to the store, that Joe was on a bike ride, and that I told him to go to her house to be babysat (what does that say about me as a parent that she believed him?). I asked him why he said that and he said that he wanted to play with his friend and didn't want his friend's mom to call me (knowing that he wasn't supposed to be playing with friends). I sent him to his room, after giving him a ramped up version of the no-lying-no-sneaking-off-speech. Dallin hid under his bed crying. I thought maybe I had gotten through to him and went to talk to him. It turns out that he was worried that I would tell Joe who might then refuse to take him swimming that night. He felt no actual remorse or anything. Ugh. I don't really know what to do with him. I can only hope that this is similar to the phase that Porter went through when he was 5 that also involved lying and other naughtiness and that Dallin will grow out of it eventually (as Porter sort of has done).<br />
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There has also been a beetle update from Dallin. He was playing in a nearby cul de sac with some friends a couple of weeks ago. I went to go find him and Porter to bring them home for dinner. When I got there, Dallin showed me that the poisonous beetle was also wandering around the cul de sac. He warned me to stay away and showed me how he had been riding his bike on the other side of the street to be safe. He then admonished me not to squish the beetle though because it was "part of nature and we shouldn't kill things in nature."<br />
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Here are some pictures of our recent goings on.<br />
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This is Porter getting his medal at the Bee-A-Reader assembly at school. I think his class got the most medals in the school (unfortunately I didn't hear or see everything that happened because right after this picture, Louisa pooped all over her and me. After I finished cleaning her up and trying to clean me up, Dallin had to go to the bathroom urgently. By the time he was done, the assembly was over).</div>
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This is Louisa in her Bumbo, at first she couldn't really hold her head up in it.</div>
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She learned to sit up better and enjoyed watching me pull weeds in the yard</div>
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Unfortunately, she soon discovered that weed-pulling was a longer process than she anticipated and no one had held her for several minutes. She screamed like this until I picked her up and promised that I wouldn't do any more yard work. I couldn't resist taking a picture though. </div>
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Porter and Dallin played soccer again this spring. Porter likes this picture because he looks like he is floating. Stellar mom that I am, I got this picture of him right before he scored his team's first goal of the season. Unfortunately, this was the only game his team scored in</div>
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Dallin also likes soccer, but seems to spend a lot of time biting his thumbnail while he is supposed to be playing.</div>
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Sometimes he really steps up and plays though. This picture is also right before he scored his team's first goal of the season. It is also his team's last game.</div>
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This is me on Mother's Day, now the mother of three. Porter made me a book of different facial expressions. Dallin got me some candy. All of them got me a Coke.</div>
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Here's Louisa at exactly 2 months old, sort of smiling</div>
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This is her about twenty minutes later, after her diaper leaked onto her yellow dress and she had an outfit change. This picture really shows off her wiggling.</div>
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Here she is, enduring her tummy play time</div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-34109649521260642212012-04-17T15:52:00.007-07:002012-04-18T09:56:52.353-07:00Louisa<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3TuQJg-yCX18P2nUNOseInkhoGa5ElIDUWCK6TwELqjIjHveJ-r-REok6VOMkCCoBwSAXi_JTWSg5bSaPVKU4B4xPtUXhmin2UYf10W-ZtQfIbB-L-6j0c80S3EptXEnok4m-tgXq2s/s1600/387.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732510117303584578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3TuQJg-yCX18P2nUNOseInkhoGa5ElIDUWCK6TwELqjIjHveJ-r-REok6VOMkCCoBwSAXi_JTWSg5bSaPVKU4B4xPtUXhmin2UYf10W-ZtQfIbB-L-6j0c80S3EptXEnok4m-tgXq2s/s320/387.JPG" /></a>This is Louisa Della. She was born on March 15 at 8:31 am. My little Montague boys have a sister now and we all feel lucky that she came to our family. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhYq2jOBQtOOZhjRShZeRKMh5ywBj5JT7e8oluE6-Q1w0o2ca37ear_c-8JqsODr2Y4hd-yuL75u0bbT5IbqGKdWIrRBCKORBrAmzMSzBdixSTn3IHq3Qo9iZ8gUO_eiH9cmIaVlZncQ/s1600/388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732510112589327794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhYq2jOBQtOOZhjRShZeRKMh5ywBj5JT7e8oluE6-Q1w0o2ca37ear_c-8JqsODr2Y4hd-yuL75u0bbT5IbqGKdWIrRBCKORBrAmzMSzBdixSTn3IHq3Qo9iZ8gUO_eiH9cmIaVlZncQ/s320/388.JPG" /></a>I had a planned c-section. It went pretty well, though it wasn't as easy as Dallin's c-section. I had a small panic attack before they started and Joe and the nurses tried their best to calm me. I did hear the nurses ask the anesthesiologist to give me something for anxiety though. He said there was nothing he could do until the baby was out. After she was out, he offered me something that would make me forget what had happened. By then, I was feeling less panicked though. I'm not sure why, but she was a bit stuck inside and had to be vaccumed out. She looked a little beat up afterward. She was still cute though. As the doctor took her out, she said, "oh she has the cutest little double chin and chubby cheeks." I asked about her hair color and they said she didn't have much but it looked like it was a reddish blonde. She was our biggest baby, weighing in at 8lbs, 6 oz.</div><div> </div><div>After the surgery, I was pretty sick. I threw up for hours and had another small panic attack as the medicine was wearing off. For the first time, the hospital sent the baby with me out of the delivery room. When Porter and Dallin were born, they were taken somewhere for a couple of hours after they were born. I think Porter wasn't keeping his body temperature up so he had to go to the NICU briefly. I'm not sure where Dallin went. Anyway, Louisa was the first baby that I had with me right after she was born. I was too sick to take care of her so she and Joe shared some quality snuggling time. I think she remembered that time because she clearly preferred Joe for several days after she was born. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8I59babvL5ilsCneG2vOeJaZlHJ2_058StqbNmwdanSypxKTEPLpFa3xUs3RGsnJSdgvbtkt7vvXrnawxYFA7kZiOrno-ZdeDKbs7s2lANnOCmqngr7n0pM4s36AtZYfbCp-JuXNIqI/s1600/396.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732510104248540338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8I59babvL5ilsCneG2vOeJaZlHJ2_058StqbNmwdanSypxKTEPLpFa3xUs3RGsnJSdgvbtkt7vvXrnawxYFA7kZiOrno-ZdeDKbs7s2lANnOCmqngr7n0pM4s36AtZYfbCp-JuXNIqI/s320/396.JPG" /></a><div>Louisa didn't have a name until the day that she left the hospital. I liked the name Louisa (after Louisa May Alcott) but I wasn't sure that Joe did. Also, we didn't know for sure what her middle name would be. Finally, Joe agreed that Louisa was a good name. I told him he could pick her middle name but didn't want the responsibility. I made a list of possible middle names and Porter and Dallin picked. Her middle name, Della, was Joe's grandma's name. Also, my dad's middle name was Dell, so it works for both sides of the family. We accidentally took the birth certificate papers home from the hospital though and Joe had to drive them back a couple of days later.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypbtfA0l6ttV7i0F6Za3GmHpdTQEYDTK_DYfB0eOJe3uAnQtDc3abioV0ekULfX-kvuXcqP57Yv7Vz8Nv75dadATjFuknXnlPFxuNyEIHfE26UQLnh7PtferUcQk60AZ88g7CNDhQf10/s1600/401.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732509266733465650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypbtfA0l6ttV7i0F6Za3GmHpdTQEYDTK_DYfB0eOJe3uAnQtDc3abioV0ekULfX-kvuXcqP57Yv7Vz8Nv75dadATjFuknXnlPFxuNyEIHfE26UQLnh7PtferUcQk60AZ88g7CNDhQf10/s320/401.JPG" /></a>We have been getting used to having a baby around again. She likes to be held all the time. It is only in the last couple of days that she has been able to sleep without being held. I have healed up well but am still trying to figure out how to work around a baby. I feel lucky if I take a shower most days. Porter goes to school, so at least he has something to do, but I can't hardly get Dallin to do anything but sit around in his underwear watching tv. Joe's mom came to stay with us for about a week after Louisa was born. It was nice to have some extra help. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81tM_LTZd1mPd7BAeOBg8ea3M3uAhTUH1mXv2c1PevnWqBPUJB9_dw7vNIquBAP5b5sPvCsdn8xv5uBasLWnsohQIeHzN92xFkH1qhvKCqmjAZNPDF-nz_DMRJ0JqcN_2oaiMdE3xumI/s1600/405.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732509263035531810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81tM_LTZd1mPd7BAeOBg8ea3M3uAhTUH1mXv2c1PevnWqBPUJB9_dw7vNIquBAP5b5sPvCsdn8xv5uBasLWnsohQIeHzN92xFkH1qhvKCqmjAZNPDF-nz_DMRJ0JqcN_2oaiMdE3xumI/s320/405.JPG" /></a>you can't really tell from the picture, but this is her at 2:00am. She still likes to be awake for several hours in the middle of the night. She is getting better but I can usually count on a two-hour stretch of wakefulness sometime between 1:00 and 4:00am. She spends most of that time eating. I call her piglet because she is always hungry. I have to give her bottles sometimes (though she doesn't like them very well and is very picky about the temperature of them) because she will eat for an hour straight and still be hungry.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4zZqMebQ47WxELPZ1joF0Pn-L4IufKNNRfrJXvE9VBRqV4552PLSVhTUy_hb9y9FAY8ZHYJ9JlkLUnznTEP4ZbMxMZTLhKgYmXDQVii_WdaLei9FO1nu5-DWnuIhLZQ63-Rlma5yD0A/s1600/416.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732509254479242402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4zZqMebQ47WxELPZ1joF0Pn-L4IufKNNRfrJXvE9VBRqV4552PLSVhTUy_hb9y9FAY8ZHYJ9JlkLUnznTEP4ZbMxMZTLhKgYmXDQVii_WdaLei9FO1nu5-DWnuIhLZQ63-Rlma5yD0A/s320/416.JPG" /></a>She is very well loved though. There is no shortage of people to hold her. Sadly, right after she was born, Joe's grandpa died. He was a good man and had lived a full life but it was still sad to see him go. Joe's family all came into town for the funeral. Louisa and I didn't attend the funeral but Porter and Dallin went with Joe. Here is Louisa with Porter, Dallin, and their cousin Michayla. While here, Michayla gave us all some good news. She is going to be a big sister. Louisa won't be the youngest cousin for long (on either side, since my sister Ashley is also expecting a baby)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UfsUiy0mHty2TeRFv2YhqtX9aZVRRssIewUies6G_Zwy31UIctIhSqxq1UcruvDoYzPPmb9fHohWzoIAoiDZENak7koQXwB8CvbU7mYb46o2riJD8cgJ2YEfPaCX5RULPb22QCKRZ0Y/s1600/417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732507658642099954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UfsUiy0mHty2TeRFv2YhqtX9aZVRRssIewUies6G_Zwy31UIctIhSqxq1UcruvDoYzPPmb9fHohWzoIAoiDZENak7koQXwB8CvbU7mYb46o2riJD8cgJ2YEfPaCX5RULPb22QCKRZ0Y/s320/417.JPG" /></a>I just love this sweet little girl. I can't believe how fortunate we are that Heavenly Father sent her to our family. She charmed everyone at the hospital with how good-natured she was. She still seems to have a very sweet personality. She can sit very quietly and just look around. She likes to look at the living room lamp. She can also be very wiggly too. She is our wiggliest baby. Even in her sleep, some part of her is moving. She even wakes herself up with the wiggling. I think she must have interesting dreams because she makes a lot faces while she is asleep. She does have a bit of a temper though. If she isn't fed as soon as she is hungry, she starts to scream and doesn't relent. It has made for some unpleasant car rides. I have a feeling that Porter and Dallin are going to be subject to some severe scoldings as she gets older. It is a good thing that they are so in love with her and think everything she does is funny or adorable. They both want to hold her all the time and have tried to convince me to let her sleep with them.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-fLfU2-7sPL0kbOJnOO42CLWH2TrqFwnT76IANn4MpjP6mW49ZHmIz74xhycjIpme7vyqMWl-ncCz4ha2Fgfdcu1Y01v2IIduRUs7ct-injwUqtA8Wt8k8jgPxQqNFXxf0asdn27IMMs/s1600/421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732507647029033938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-fLfU2-7sPL0kbOJnOO42CLWH2TrqFwnT76IANn4MpjP6mW49ZHmIz74xhycjIpme7vyqMWl-ncCz4ha2Fgfdcu1Y01v2IIduRUs7ct-injwUqtA8Wt8k8jgPxQqNFXxf0asdn27IMMs/s320/421.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85EgatePZSrAST6VuuCqauNkBNiRkTxxnlxS3m1-nnMmdJSDFQAHqoIdZQOCmTzgRiKKF7sczYQ7xLDk8FuFmKXbUer-fqReSEagfoypfdoiSAUxYdDYbwz6neUxFiDqmiXBCepCTY78/s1600/422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732507640512280834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85EgatePZSrAST6VuuCqauNkBNiRkTxxnlxS3m1-nnMmdJSDFQAHqoIdZQOCmTzgRiKKF7sczYQ7xLDk8FuFmKXbUer-fqReSEagfoypfdoiSAUxYdDYbwz6neUxFiDqmiXBCepCTY78/s320/422.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGZaSDqbTwIuevB8QJjAYpJOCk0LhOvGAzDnygk8ntReEsAuhZTAoyQlvh-oOy9GRGse6EBvNhGjISkrnG0HZEwxou2vsyPZVp3nvF7czU_l_08jr8xdPUK-ykdGFXoD1J21qAn2Jlt8/s1600/433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732507635255883426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGZaSDqbTwIuevB8QJjAYpJOCk0LhOvGAzDnygk8ntReEsAuhZTAoyQlvh-oOy9GRGse6EBvNhGjISkrnG0HZEwxou2vsyPZVp3nvF7czU_l_08jr8xdPUK-ykdGFXoD1J21qAn2Jlt8/s320/433.JPG" /></a>Here are the kids, dressed up in their Easter clothes. As you can see, Louisa was hungry so she was mad for the pictures.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeUhfCaCChyLxSNWT29_y2ZEzWYgSJG1RkDbkV65z5jT7ISBsLkughCljCDMXIzEO6cX8bUxOHzU2PZ2SdrnDsvXK8K8lpadB5lp3znFWKxbDvqiFwbSmlPjs0KzBQskYi3sOkxZy_kU/s1600/438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732507627826197250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeUhfCaCChyLxSNWT29_y2ZEzWYgSJG1RkDbkV65z5jT7ISBsLkughCljCDMXIzEO6cX8bUxOHzU2PZ2SdrnDsvXK8K8lpadB5lp3znFWKxbDvqiFwbSmlPjs0KzBQskYi3sOkxZy_kU/s320/438.JPG" /></a>Here she is at one month old. Because of her piglet-y ways, she is growing so fast. She already looks so much older than the baby I gave birth too. She has the cutest little half smile that you can kind of see in this pictures. She seems to smile in response to being told that she is pretty (which she is). I think she looks a lot like Dallin. In fact, she looked so much like him when she was born, I kept accidentally calling her Dallin in the hospital. Her eyes look like the same color blue, her hair is the same color as Dallin's. She even has the same funny hairline that Dallin had. As she gets bigger, I can see a little of Porter in her too though. I think she may have the same nose as Porter. </div><div> </div><div>Welcome to our family Louisa. We have looked forward to your arrival for a long time and you are everything we hoped you be.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-5830796620924395832011-12-13T13:03:00.000-08:002011-12-13T13:30:45.845-08:00Porter is 7On Saturday, Porter turned 7. As it so happens, he also lost his 7th tooth that night and has been referring to it as his "birthday tooth." <div><br /><div>Porter is my practical and logical child. We often call him "practical Porter." Whenever Dallin is telling some fantastical story or coming up with some hair-brained scheme, Porter usually explains to him (not so patiently) why his ideas are wrong. A couple of days ago, Dallin was saying that he wanted to buy a toy for himself. Porter said, "Dallin, you don't need to spend your own money, you just need to ask Santa and then it will be free." Dallin, who can't wait for anything kept insisting that he wanted to spend his own money to have the toy now and Porter kept telling him that he was being ridiculous, because if he asked Santa, then he would have the toy and all of his money. (Porter is full of advice and edicts for Dallin but Dallin usually doesn't appreciate Porter's wisdom). This morning, Porter had put his birthday tooth and one other recent loss under his pillow (well, not actually under his pillow. He put them under his body so he would feel if anyone tried to remove them. It was quite a hassle for the tooth fairy to try to figure out where those teeth were). The tooth fairy left him a note telling him that she was leaving an extra dollar for the birthday tooth. Porter was sure that it was from me because (1) I also have a red pen, (2) we have a small notebook with paper the same size that the tooth fairy used, and (3) the writing was pretty nice like mine. </div><div><br /></div><div>Porter is also very shy. He is trying to be braver and I have noticed that when he is just among his peers, he can be fairly outgoing. Even members of his family don't realize that he can have extended conversations about things because he doesn't like to talk too much in front of people or even look people in the eye. When we went to visit Santa at the mall, Dallin talked his ear off, while Porter looked away, rubbing the fur on Santa's coat and just whispered what he wanted. As part of his shyness, Porter likes to keep secrets. There are lots of things that he tells me that he makes me promise not to tell Dad or Dallin. </div><div><br /></div><div>Porter likes to be funny. He has been reading joke books and likes to tell us jokes all the time. For Halloween, he had a hard time deciding what he wanted to be because he thought he should be something funny, like a giant banana or a whoopie cushion because he is such a funny guy. I think when he is alone with his friends, he tries to be comedian of the bunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>Porter also likes to save things. It is hard for him to make decisions about which toy to buy, which shirt to wear, etc. because he likes everything and wants to keep things around him. He saves his teeth instead of putting them under the pillow because he likes to play with them and show them off. He wouldn't put this most recent batch under his pillow until I had taken a picture of them so that he could remember them. When he lost the previous two teeth, he wanted to take them to school so that (1) he could show them to his friends and (2) he could pretend he lost them at school and get one of the tooth-holder necklaces that they give out at school to kids who lose their teeth at school. Unfortunately, both teeth got lost while they were being shown off (though one survived long enough to get the necklace) and he couldn't put them under his pillow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Porter is also our little athlete. He likes to run, play soccer, and now play basketball. He also was pretty good at gymnastics but doesn't want to do it right now. I am going to try to coax him into taking it a little longer though. He also likes to swim but doesn't know how to very well. Since, Breann moved and hasn't been around to give them lessons anymore, I haven't found any swimming lessons for them. I will be more diligent this spring and summer though because Porter really wants to swim all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, Porter really likes to draw. He gets nervous about getting his pictures just right, so he likes to trace things whenever possible but we also make original art pieces. We signed him up for an art class this fall and he pretended not to want to go but he clearly really liked it. Whenever they were supposed to paint one picture, he would come home with 7. As part of his artistic side, Porter has learned how to make other crafts. He has learned how to make boondoggles and we bought him kits for those and he has learned to finger knit. He likes to try to make scarfs and necklaces for people. One of these days, I am going to have to find someone who can teach him how to knit or crochet for real. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>I love my Porter. Happy Birthday to him</div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-31765137037931013402011-11-22T07:11:00.001-08:002011-11-22T13:14:13.795-08:00Dallin is 5Dallin turned 5 on Sunday. It is hard for me to believe my little boy is so big. In my mind, he is still my baby. Nevertheless, he is still growing up. Even when I look at the things he could do a year ago, I am amazed at how fast he is growing up. <div>He can write his name and identify and write all of his letters. He wants me to teach him to read so I have been working with him a little. He is surprisingly fast. He always shocks us with how much he knows. He is good with numbers too. Sometimes he has to remind us that he can't do everything though. I will ask him what something says he and is quick to let me know that he can't read it yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dallin is also pretty creative and funny. If you catch him at the right time, he will tell you stories about things that never happened (about what it was like when he was in my tummy or what happened when he was 7 and Porter was 2). My favorite part about him though is how expressive he is. He make such funny little faces and gets so worked up about everything that I can't help but laugh at him sometimes. Last night he told me that he wants a phone for Christmas. We have told the boys that they are not old enough to have their own phones right now. Dallin decided that he would tell Santa that he is 7 and Porter is 8. He kept giggling to himself, thinking about how he was going to trick Santa into bringing them phones (unfortunately, Santa knows how old they are and knows they are not allowed to have phones until they are at least 10). I have also related Dallin's dealings with the poisonous beetle on this blog. I think those stories illustrate how Dallin's mind works. He builds up weird or scary stories in his mind and then just builds on them for months. He never forgets things that are important to him (like looking out for poisonous beetles). By the way, when we were driving to Las Vegas, we saw a giant beetle outside of one of the gas stations. Dallin believed it was a rhino beetle (also, apparently poisonous) and had to be carried past it so that he could use the bathroom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dallin and I have had the chance to spend time alone together more this year because Porter is in school all day. I have learned that Dallin is fairly thoughtful. Whenever he gets a treat or something, he makes sure that we get one for Porter too. He also likes to be helpful. He likes to vaccum and clean the bathrooms. He gets tired of it easily though and after about 10 minutes of work, he claims that he needs to rest on the couch and watch a movie or something. (He doesn't tire when he doing something like riding his bike or playing something that he likes). </div><div><br /></div><div>Dallin loves to play sports. He has been playing soccer for a while and really likes it. He also likes to go to the rec center with Joe or I and swim or play basketball. He likes to do gymnastics and wants to take karate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dallin also thinks he is very sneaky. For some reason, he doesn't want to flush the toilet or wash his hands and tries to convince us that he went into the bathroom for some other reason. He sets traps for us around the house and can't wait for someone to get caught in his snares. He sneaks candy and treats when he thinks no one is paying attention (including eating Porter's halloween candy, etc.). </div><div><br /></div><div>Even though he can pretty naughty, we love Dallin and are glad to have him. He brings so much happiness and joy into our family.</div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-87359161905248968392011-10-15T12:29:00.000-07:002011-10-15T12:42:37.702-07:00the return of the beetleToday I sent Porter and Dallin outside to ride their bikes while I mopped the kitchen floor. Dallin came in after a few minutes, upset. It seems he couldn't get his bike out of the garage because the beetle was waiting for him near his bike. This was not any beetle, but <i>the </i>poisonous beetle. <i>The </i>beetle who tried to bite Dallin months ago in the empty field near our house. <i> The</i> beetle who ate the extremities of the dead mice, also found in the empty field. Apparently this beetle is no longer content to pursue people and animals in the field. It has decided to come after Dallin personally. I don't know how long it has been making its way over here, but it was just waiting for its opportunity to bite Dallin (and probably eat his hands too). Luckily, Dallin saw it before it could get him and he decided to sacrifice me instead. I had to get his bike out for him. I assume that the beetle is still waiting for Dallin and will hope for another opportunity soon. I guess Dallin should sleep with one eye open because the beetle could show up anywhere.AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-56807973542662500842011-10-09T16:04:00.000-07:002011-10-09T16:15:29.054-07:00the answerOkay, so nobody figured out my riddle but there were some guesses that correctly determined that the riddle precedes some kind of announcement. So here it is. Our family is expecting another baby, due in mid-March. The numbers all relate to the baby's position in our family.<div>3- the number of Montague children that will be in our immediately family</div><div>6- the number of grandchildren Joe's parents will then have</div><div>7- the number of grandchildren my parents will then have</div><div>15- the number of great grandchildren my Campbell grandparent will then have (sorry, the 12 was a typo, though I don't think it threw too many people off)</div><div>23- the number of great grandchildren Joe's Montague grandparents will now have</div><div>24- the number of great grandchildren my Nielson grandparents will now have</div><div><br /></div><div>(I know there should be one more number for the number of Struthers great grandchildren. I don't know that number and neither does Joe though. He couldn't even tell me how many Struthers cousins he has so we couldn't even come close to guessing)</div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-79673329131063493662011-10-07T20:20:00.000-07:002011-10-07T20:30:45.104-07:00A riddleI know am a poor excuse for a blogger. Most of the problems stem from the fact that Joe did something to our home computer and I am still not really sure on how to operate it and from the fact that Dallin, in a fit of rage, threw my camera and broke it beyond repair. We did finally buy a new one but I don't really know how to get the pictures off of it yet (see problem one). Anyway, this is not a post about my poor blogging efforts. This is about a riddle that I have made up on my very own. It goes like this: <div>What do these numbers have in common?</div><div><br /></div><div>3, 6, 7, 12, 23, 24</div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-9710663107834784082011-07-18T19:38:00.000-07:002011-07-18T19:52:00.595-07:00things Dallin finds funnyLately, Dallin's sense of humor has been coming through more than ever. Here are a couple of examples of things that Dallin thinks are funny:<div><br /></div><div>1. If I pick the boys up from daycare, Dallin doesn't want me to tell Joe. Instead, he wants Joe to go to pick them up and find that they aren't there. It is Dallin's greatest hope that Joe will think that they went on a field trip and will wait for them at daycare indefinitely. Dallin will giggle to himself thinking about it, imagining Joe sitting around daycare waiting for them.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Dallin sets "traps" for us in the hallway (they are usually made up of his gator golf clubs and other odds and ends from his room). It is his goal for one of us to get tangled up and stuck in his trap. Sometimes we pretend to be caught in the trap. Then he laughs and laughs.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. On Sunday, Dallin rolled up his pants for church and then laughed to himself about how funny it was to wear pants that looked too short. He was sure he would trick everyone at church into thinking that his pants were too small.</div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-67735811620794806892011-07-01T11:49:00.001-07:002011-07-01T12:00:58.425-07:00The Graduate<div align="center">Porter is now a graduate of kindergarten. I kind of hate the proliferation of graduation ceremonies lately. However, the program was really cute and not too long. They did a reenactment of the book, The Grouchy Ladybug. Porter was the Gorilla. It was supposed to be a secret but he was so excited that he spilled the beans to me the other night. He wouldn't tell Joe or Dallin though.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPCjMgRCDAn5y-dk_b4iNdcNDyhA3OZKnvkcqNZY2EBt1VNXRLjD5aHwMGvJ24TrhmuAbMcuu8mT69NnuMD0teXJy0XLdsfldoRoRFEdT0IVVKJIV4Yi588ywtG1ttd_3C04HmuDn6_0/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624459235441619346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPCjMgRCDAn5y-dk_b4iNdcNDyhA3OZKnvkcqNZY2EBt1VNXRLjD5aHwMGvJ24TrhmuAbMcuu8mT69NnuMD0teXJy0XLdsfldoRoRFEdT0IVVKJIV4Yi588ywtG1ttd_3C04HmuDn6_0/s320/005.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">They sang several songs. This is the actions from a song about a crocodile. The kids were all so funny doing it. Porter really got into the dance moves and made me laugh.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oHqhw8Rv0ZKyquvS4VBOOJYSD4bXX9gDTzKvBNdzOlVHEdf4w2W2mM8emeVn0BlI0wbLNdfws12v6TqJt_YcHddud8aiPpschq2wg48TOxFnBqThyGf4gJW8Xw-HxyCtvIZNnQL4GQ0/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624459227949928514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oHqhw8Rv0ZKyquvS4VBOOJYSD4bXX9gDTzKvBNdzOlVHEdf4w2W2mM8emeVn0BlI0wbLNdfws12v6TqJt_YcHddud8aiPpschq2wg48TOxFnBqThyGf4gJW8Xw-HxyCtvIZNnQL4GQ0/s320/006.JPG" /></a><br />The got their "diplomas"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdkdD5NK9VkPZydM8LeTG2gobP9WXu1cRegsupawGyH_ZhdSkMm_bE-84e25iamMbRzCEDL5csxPxOdnQ7a9xXUb1Z9SN78ROLU0Oy_487pwLYutgk4JftBV_-qzKlJ4WY7JEPVAe7pQ/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624459225976448674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdkdD5NK9VkPZydM8LeTG2gobP9WXu1cRegsupawGyH_ZhdSkMm_bE-84e25iamMbRzCEDL5csxPxOdnQ7a9xXUb1Z9SN78ROLU0Oy_487pwLYutgk4JftBV_-qzKlJ4WY7JEPVAe7pQ/s320/008.JPG" /></a><br />And they said goodbye to their great teacher, Mrs. Colon.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuazf16veDIaWWqlGmAeSauHvSOu-Wej6sQmCQoQa8MTTx5JofNHLK62l8vK0cPNsLVa-9BXpH6hR3yDg8omWQ7yAp8ZK8mXdD8GRkQhxbPVEH4eqnt9GNZCXKjezOCbwst8zSKI3nLao/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624459219926247522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuazf16veDIaWWqlGmAeSauHvSOu-Wej6sQmCQoQa8MTTx5JofNHLK62l8vK0cPNsLVa-9BXpH6hR3yDg8omWQ7yAp8ZK8mXdD8GRkQhxbPVEH4eqnt9GNZCXKjezOCbwst8zSKI3nLao/s320/010.JPG" /></a> Porter was really lucky this year to be in a class with these three other boys from our neighborhood. All four of them are great friends and good to each other. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGzzqIQoXpKr9EwoF6w3hYcRoOOba4y6q3FXCRyPuKXIxSZ2MCH5MkPVlukl0xoZg1Kx2gjAe19wuPG6V_Y_FgPdIMA7147XZL0C7iE1s7Q8GzvNfpu5KJEyL8ufB-qNPljkf_1bF38I/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624458881928569970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGzzqIQoXpKr9EwoF6w3hYcRoOOba4y6q3FXCRyPuKXIxSZ2MCH5MkPVlukl0xoZg1Kx2gjAe19wuPG6V_Y_FgPdIMA7147XZL0C7iE1s7Q8GzvNfpu5KJEyL8ufB-qNPljkf_1bF38I/s320/011.JPG" /></a><br /><br />This is Porter a couple of weeks ago at the school's Bee a Reader program. If they read (or their parents read to them) a certain amount for the whole year, they got a certificate and a medal. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFk3tvWHg6RGQOTCV1F7XiexAu10tKQKRhQItDcRG9Y5_YHyjVvHsmGri3bDSePsLDv71D85ADIa3jWmWh29ob_Y7OVV-gVR-l26yak567zpMPAvfJJnv9WAWxWUHNg1pNFarAB2uDWk/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624458692449297362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFk3tvWHg6RGQOTCV1F7XiexAu10tKQKRhQItDcRG9Y5_YHyjVvHsmGri3bDSePsLDv71D85ADIa3jWmWh29ob_Y7OVV-gVR-l26yak567zpMPAvfJJnv9WAWxWUHNg1pNFarAB2uDWk/s320/020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58-RmM84STioDUQBWJZLQeqp_69pgwoBCOA3EixavcprWCIVJxtLvWuR-eOP6Qd1y2uccc8DlkyW_i_Vqg6U7P-s6Dm_D9ji2KLsJd7zUFvhdP8Wrd_tqaV5EYhyjhyphenhyphendeQLMBVBI1E8U/s1600/008.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-47840443544815492022011-06-23T18:35:00.001-07:002011-06-23T18:52:28.357-07:00The most fearsome creatureDo you know what the most terrifying creature on the earth is? The answer may surprise you. It is . . .<br /><br /><br />The beetle.<br /><br />Our tale begins Conference weekend in April. On that Sunday, we made Porter and Dallin lay down for their resting time. Joe also fell asleep. As soon as he thought everyone else was asleep, Dallin snuck out to ride his bike on the dirt trail in the empty lot across the street from our house. I saw him go and, after a few minutes, decided to go collect him. I went out to look for him and couldn't see him. I got nervous and started hurrying over to try to find him. As I got closer, I saw him walking with some teenage girl and he was crying. I asked what happened and he was sobbing and she said that she thought he had fallen off of his bike. I started walking him home and, when he had settled down, asked him what had happened and if he was hurt. He sniffled and said that he was riding when he saw a poison beetle. He screamed for help but no one was there. He jumped off the bike and tried to run away because the beetle was trying to bite him and then Dallin bit his own arm to demonstrate. When the girl found him, he was hysterical and she couldn't understand that the beetle was trying to kill him.<br /><br />We did not see the beetle again for several weeks. However, last week, Porter was riding his bike through the empty field when he came across a dead mouse. He came home to tell Dallin about it and mentioned that its feet were all gone. Porter didn't know what happened to its feet but Dallin almost immediately gasped and shouted, "the beetle!"<br /><br />Everyone who lives nearby by, beware. There is a poisonous beetle living in the field, menacing people and animals alike.AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-6230857134428964112011-06-23T16:01:00.000-07:002011-06-23T18:51:57.808-07:00Dallin's observationsOn Mother's Day, Joe and boys got me a new grill. It was very nice and I am grateful for it. When I woke up, it was in the living room and Dallin shouted, "it's so you can burn hotdogs for us!" He also thought there were thunder and lightening buttons on it.<br /><br />A couple of days ago, Dallin wanted to wear socks and shoes instead of flip flops. I was trying to talk him into wearing the flip flops because it would be faster. Dallin told me that he needed socks because his feet were "private." Then he listed the other "private" parts of his body. He finished up the whole conversation singing a song of his own invention which was apparently called "My private penis."<br /><br />After Osama bin Laden was captured and killed, Dallin and Porter wanted to talk about it. Joe and I hadn't mentioned this particular event to them because (1) they had never heard of bin Laden as far as we knew, (2) it wasn't really relevant to their lives, and (3) it is hard to explain why it is okay to kill some people. However, they heard about it somewhere and were talking about this guy who was dead (who may or may not be President Obama). I set them straight on who he was and said that the army had killed him because he was wicked and had killed a lot of people and would keep killing people if he got the chance again. Dallin made a very astute observation after that. He said, "it is like wicked King Noah. He was naughty and killed Abinadi. Then they killed him. He wanted to still be naughty."AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-81193276456996859162011-06-23T15:53:00.001-07:002011-06-23T16:14:16.926-07:00why Porter and Dallin can't take a normal pictureOn Father's Day, I thought I would take a picture of Joe with the boys and the cards they made for him (they also got him shorts but we didn't take a picture of that). I can see now that my children can''t smile nicely for a picture because their dad can't either. Happy Father's Day Joe!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Jm1n_jzqKuC14awxPWeDMNdQmXwj1_aOrmOtO3bXKLQeIEr__I_XlfwKGWrlVJtbqMnzNroCp1zfJB7HjnJOSiLoa-pM6HtB62kZda7RTItYuk1M4cEdnjmtCr3cZXlzHRKF_fAQMKU/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621552783096358786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Jm1n_jzqKuC14awxPWeDMNdQmXwj1_aOrmOtO3bXKLQeIEr__I_XlfwKGWrlVJtbqMnzNroCp1zfJB7HjnJOSiLoa-pM6HtB62kZda7RTItYuk1M4cEdnjmtCr3cZXlzHRKF_fAQMKU/s320/031.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNavp1Hp0fcOvqt_p1Rnsty1cKbZw5fx8E2oQW-TBFpOGU4ppegOLsJ6d10cyz67jxkwftUj820ZAjdX-dNTF1pz5BG_jwErXsNzd3oXJJbdTO3JaohV5gT0mfC2DMZNxxhbaMSaV6VLI/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621552350569596994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcI_RCT5UWNizV7SKwgYLFXgR6rp6YyUVA8QXEw9GXrI5wpZuQQ-UYsMWNUNmfRMic7bzqP5oqO_n09IZhKgV7wBxuTe2leq2Qvc0BSyabFg9boDUjNsrPyr3d_39wLOrLm7CwpuynSuY/s320/036.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-79232305288784405622011-06-23T15:29:00.000-07:002011-06-23T15:52:52.693-07:00the misadventures of PorterIt has been a kind of trying month for Porter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLy1Xp9UJzefKV4os8NcYfRmUnKkkfemt4Za7OmUmtbkDLch0LzduEGSqEpyEccQJgs8mvY7P-qd8wfB5trfs-jyWnfmVBOaX9DJvpQYEo4rYmIVdODWzLBh6Ckl83Eday9bhu9WT7llI/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621546381986397682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLy1Xp9UJzefKV4os8NcYfRmUnKkkfemt4Za7OmUmtbkDLch0LzduEGSqEpyEccQJgs8mvY7P-qd8wfB5trfs-jyWnfmVBOaX9DJvpQYEo4rYmIVdODWzLBh6Ckl83Eday9bhu9WT7llI/s320/021.JPG" /></a> First, about two weeks ago, I got the call that I always dread from daycare. Porter had been hurt. He had a pretty deep cut on his head and they were going to take him to the hospital. Luckily, Joe was already on his way to pick up the boys so he went and collected them both and took Porter to instacare. Because I was in Park City, I left immediately, but was still almost an hour away. The daycare people were frantic and I hadn't seen Porter, so I was really panicked. I told Joe to call me as soon as he got to the hospital, as soon as they saw Porter, etc. Joe, who had seen Porter and knew that he wouldn't die wasn't feeling as panicked and so didn't feel compelled to call me regular updates. I kept trying to tell myself that Joe would call if there was a problem but I couldn't stop myself from trying to call him every 30 seconds (because he turned off his phone at the instacare) and silently cursing him for not contacting me. When I did get to the instacare, Porter was done and had one staple in his head. Dallin thought it was pretty great. He got see the doctor give Porter a shot in the head, clean out the ouchie, and put the staple in. Also, he got a sucker and a sticker. It wasn't terrible for Porter either. It apparently didn't hurt too much and he got to go for ice cream afterward.<br /><br />The next Thursday, I got my second most feared called. No one had picked Porter up from kindergarten. The worst part - Porter finishes school at 11:30 and no one called me until 1:00. The school claimed they were trying to reach me before but apparently they were using morse code or something and when that didn't work, then they called mine and Joe's cell phones. I was again in Park City (I'm sensing a trend) and couldn't go get him. Joe went and got him. The daycare said they had gone at the appointed time and Porter hadn't been there. Also, Dallin had told them I was home so they thought I must have taken Porter to get his staple out or something. Dallin, by the way, is not always the best source of information. He had also spent the day trying to convince daycare that he was sick and needed to go home. First, he said he was "sick in the head." When that didn't work, he said his stomach hurt. Finally, he said his feet were sick. Anyway, Porter handled the whole being-forgotten thing pretty well but I am still annoyed that it was an hour and half after he was supposed to be picked up that people finally realized that he was still at school.<br /><br />Then, on Tuesday, Porter stuck his hand under the car to retrieve a lost soccer ball. The problem was that we had just gotten out of the car and it was still pretty hot underneath. He burned the tops of his fingers. Luckily they weren't terrible burns. Still, several hours after the event, after keeping his hand submerged in cold water the whole time and giving him advil, the burns still hurt pretty badly. I took him the instacare. One of his fingers was burned kind of badly so they put a bunch of creams on his fingers to help them feel better, stop infection, etc. and wrapped him.<br /><br />Finally, today, Porter was riding his bike. He said he thought his helmet was loose so he tried to fix it while still riding. His handle bars turned on him or something and now he has several large scrapes across his chest. Also, we are now out of bandaids because of several smaller injuries he has inflicted on himself.AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-56446706817279884162011-06-06T19:45:00.001-07:002011-06-06T19:54:08.035-07:00picturesDay care photos, how I love thee. Each time I get pictures of my kids from daycare, I think they have reached a new low and the pictures can't get any worse. I am always wrong. This newest batch may be the best ever. Some of it is our fault. We didn't know that it was picture day and so the boys had each done their own hair in particularly bad styles and had dressed themselves in clashing clothes. The poses this time aren't as ridiculous as some in the past, but the facial expressions are good as Porter and Dallin have ever done. I know my children can sometimes smile strangely (Porter especially has a hard time effecting a natural looking smile).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidClXc67ekTUnwr_2qUK5TMpmwcwMy3tJPBOeZ2nIKtELyKb7oOT0nCMJWuW64SkAZ2-xXZOjhAoTg4QAI-0uoyPlGI6Udnq3gjiA6K7XE3NvHUpheYnA5sTsyPpaUBs-JIiQu7AnVi4/s1600/misc047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615303755414823538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidClXc67ekTUnwr_2qUK5TMpmwcwMy3tJPBOeZ2nIKtELyKb7oOT0nCMJWuW64SkAZ2-xXZOjhAoTg4QAI-0uoyPlGI6Udnq3gjiA6K7XE3NvHUpheYnA5sTsyPpaUBs-JIiQu7AnVi4/s320/misc047.jpg" /></a> Therefore, I think the photographer hit upon a perfect solution. Don't you think? Really, Porter and Dallin could be models with range like that.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimeeD3wAkeaM1-JMcv7MF1PFc7XiIPzr6GA_Ka_UIHJP-i6-gP_vAUMr_mJtvEqy-VDNJ9z8I3nEQI3zG_5ucOMsoQwmfksBGwiJl3WbVAVJKuamkT62M5iBEktAf9RHDIMfletG6Mc0/s1600/misc048.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615303617812325778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimeeD3wAkeaM1-JMcv7MF1PFc7XiIPzr6GA_Ka_UIHJP-i6-gP_vAUMr_mJtvEqy-VDNJ9z8I3nEQI3zG_5ucOMsoQwmfksBGwiJl3WbVAVJKuamkT62M5iBEktAf9RHDIMfletG6Mc0/s320/misc048.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJLPO2us4sMGX3glwVwYUCdkzRAgxgeaEegz_-Ir-CgQNHdt5w_S_LLr9j55aTGG1UUFv9KiTG14DSylqSAt81giEMFvU1uE5l8CKlMjBol9lRNbKoMzZbPFApBuxGo8dGzaTYk1bGnE/s1600/misc047.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-1767732321710438702011-06-01T18:46:00.000-07:002011-06-01T18:53:12.763-07:00too funny<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6dws5FbZC6CjVbufAYKE0SuTUZcZw3Ljvj1p06s25TyGPf9VW1TUSPC9_JO0oQ2XoHuBe-ktCjRqJzfEF8ZL4QWZvm5iHuXjrDrl78Vk0sjIhMXoq9ArEcu34hIHF0Mlvgz_WnFV3L8/s1600/misc046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613433055318749682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6dws5FbZC6CjVbufAYKE0SuTUZcZw3Ljvj1p06s25TyGPf9VW1TUSPC9_JO0oQ2XoHuBe-ktCjRqJzfEF8ZL4QWZvm5iHuXjrDrl78Vk0sjIhMXoq9ArEcu34hIHF0Mlvgz_WnFV3L8/s320/misc046.jpg" /></a> Okay, I know I haven't blogged in several months. I have vague plans to do some kind of catch up but it always seems like the longer I wait, the harder it will be. Anyway, despite my poor performance record, I had to share this. I was looking through Porter's school bag for homework, handouts, etc. and found this document. For those of you who don't read kindergarten phonetics, it says, "Here's the plan. We dig a hole. We put the worms in the hole." (I added puncuation too). At the bottom is a picture of Porter and his friends holding their worms. From left to right they are Jordan, James, Porter, Carson, and Gavin. Before I saw this picture, Porter told me about finding worms on the playground and putting them in a hole. It was apparently a very exciting event. I didn't know the worms were all part of a plan though. I stuck this on the fridge because it makes me laugh everytime I see it.<br /><br /><div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-17615941700429313522010-12-22T12:07:00.000-08:002010-12-22T12:25:23.269-08:00Porter is Six!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblFYlSigqzEEv8OF4ARYMvStgDBLFVbDR1oHjxEdVsCqf3dkAnY_PNscApTeOUR7DRrP-xANLiVMGDQ2hYMmt4_wdUmRS4zw69sY899twNE6RL85sMnlVCevT5-YPX7P8nb2jhD1ZqWc/s1600/DSCN2368.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553602047891534034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblFYlSigqzEEv8OF4ARYMvStgDBLFVbDR1oHjxEdVsCqf3dkAnY_PNscApTeOUR7DRrP-xANLiVMGDQ2hYMmt4_wdUmRS4zw69sY899twNE6RL85sMnlVCevT5-YPX7P8nb2jhD1ZqWc/s320/DSCN2368.JPG" /></a> Porter turned six about two weeks ago (I know, I am way behind on things). We had a joint birthday party for he and Dallin the week before and it was really fun. We went to Litza's Pizza and then Hollywood Connection. On Porter's actual birthday, we did something small as a family. Porter wanted to go to the movies, so I took them to see Tangled at the theater where you can eat your lunch in the movie. Porter got pizza for lunch and both loved the movie (so much that I had to take them to see it again the next week). We had cake and ice cream then and Porter got his presents (which were sort of disappointing to him since new shoes is not a toy. Oh well).<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb4MWwP2lJHmLi8vaIJwktWtA_2hEj4VsnTo6uxKdcGnW2hVlgHf0Waz214-kD1ubp1EU-7XU3wa4_usRHn-i5WPvECv3dxeEVGsddBX7FBySh4lkr2MYMY49owm5gwK5g5PQB2eSOAA/s1600/DSCN2350.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553602044538351458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb4MWwP2lJHmLi8vaIJwktWtA_2hEj4VsnTo6uxKdcGnW2hVlgHf0Waz214-kD1ubp1EU-7XU3wa4_usRHn-i5WPvECv3dxeEVGsddBX7FBySh4lkr2MYMY49owm5gwK5g5PQB2eSOAA/s320/DSCN2350.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEbcSNYyL7x6spMXMlK2WOMr0OHS5MzIL5kGkUu3oHW6RLjFBffdNg-6UiEWZikZ-F1bJKmt0Ak-EoimAHPf2v9YbwdEpXx0Gel6_riwAk33fSyRtU4w4DNVlCEFlv7ctSAKr7wh0Ihw/s1600/DSCN2345.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553602034593112226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEbcSNYyL7x6spMXMlK2WOMr0OHS5MzIL5kGkUu3oHW6RLjFBffdNg-6UiEWZikZ-F1bJKmt0Ak-EoimAHPf2v9YbwdEpXx0Gel6_riwAk33fSyRtU4w4DNVlCEFlv7ctSAKr7wh0Ihw/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfJ1s1QMLx6HRrcWfESX8fEA4zjS18iKbwLmJKmoEkTUAEsVgc3hngNUuHkKRGpdc2xItd3kB9sP9zBuKYXhCbL53947WZ7pJL7eM2vglBxqeZHvR7lXidPqdu9xZNjPjD2NbYT3Yhiw/s1600/DSCN2344.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553602032724454242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfJ1s1QMLx6HRrcWfESX8fEA4zjS18iKbwLmJKmoEkTUAEsVgc3hngNUuHkKRGpdc2xItd3kB9sP9zBuKYXhCbL53947WZ7pJL7eM2vglBxqeZHvR7lXidPqdu9xZNjPjD2NbYT3Yhiw/s320/DSCN2344.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Porter is growing up so much lately. When he started school, I couldn't imagine how he would learn to do all of the things he was supposed to learn, but he is doing great. He is getting braver. My shy little boy seems to be a thing of the past. Now he has friends at school and daycare, greeting them without being prompted or compelled. He loves playing soccer and can't wait to start with indoor soccer soon. He is doing well in gymnastics and getting over a lot of his fears there. He even did well in swimming lessons (which surprised me since he is the kind of kid who wears goggles to run through the sprinklers so he won't get any water in his eyes). He likes to read books and really likes to build Legos (which makes Joe very happy, since they can spend hours building things together and Dallin still can't be trusted not to eat the Legos). He has lost two teeth so far and is hoping to lose more soon. He has weird little shark teeth, where the permanent ones come in before the baby ones fall out, so we usually know when one of the baby ones is going to get loose. He likes to tell jokes, some of which have no discernable punchline, and laugh hysterically at how funny he is. We love him for the smart, fun, interesting little boy that he is and are glad to have him.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-4143932249146624172010-11-27T13:38:00.000-08:002010-11-27T14:00:45.437-08:00Porter's near death experiences<div align="center">Twice in the last week, Porter thought he was going to die. The first time happened in the snow storm on Tuesday night. They boys and I had gone sledding before the purported blizzard was supposed to come. While we were out, Porter's sled started to blow away. At first, I thought he was messing around, throwing it or kicking it or something but then I saw him crying while he was trying to catch it. I went running after it too, but the wind was blowing it away faster than we could run and Porter was so upset by then, he was just standing there screaming and crying. I finally dragged both boys up the hill to the car and we decided to drive to the other side of the park to see if we could find the sled somewhere. As we were driving, the snow started coming down faster and faster and the wind was still blowing pretty good. Finally, we spotted the sled. It had blown into a fence several blocks from where we had started. Porter got out of the car to grab the sled but the snow was blowing right in his face and he couldn't move. He just cried and screamed again. I went out to get him and the sled and got everyone and everything back into the car. When were safely back into the car, Porter kept saying that the blizzard tried to kill him and he thought he was going to die in the snow. He was grateful to Heavenly Father for keeping him safe and for fences that catch sleds.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqY0-mNIYOGbZyuf7U3VyDl_nHn07oNN1ws8w9e5CBKB3QQRi2DisXVFy5HDZMN-ak2tST5YNGtNCUcMhRgZWNuxVYOYrFs2NmIvr-66Naqdtexrp-N1drqdjycaPw-hK_Pr6q2kixdc/s1600/DSCN2281.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544348064859312370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqY0-mNIYOGbZyuf7U3VyDl_nHn07oNN1ws8w9e5CBKB3QQRi2DisXVFy5HDZMN-ak2tST5YNGtNCUcMhRgZWNuxVYOYrFs2NmIvr-66Naqdtexrp-N1drqdjycaPw-hK_Pr6q2kixdc/s320/DSCN2281.JPG" /></a> these are the pre-blizzard sledding pictures<br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPseEKOxgbokt5OlacxYUd71QLHmfOjpkny-QhuOKgKCq_QNgSj0qLur0SiETm_uT0JHgxj4vZbcEHolegdmmRzWwLF4rcNz7uqZoAL8uq3eiAiwZ0hq9QR04zuAMrjqnzUt3rvYNGiY/s1600/DSCN2280.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544348060237903842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPseEKOxgbokt5OlacxYUd71QLHmfOjpkny-QhuOKgKCq_QNgSj0qLur0SiETm_uT0JHgxj4vZbcEHolegdmmRzWwLF4rcNz7uqZoAL8uq3eiAiwZ0hq9QR04zuAMrjqnzUt3rvYNGiY/s320/DSCN2280.JPG" /></a><br />Porter's other incident was more scary. It happened yesterday. Porter got a cold from Dallin and, as tends to happen with Porter, it turned to croup. He had woken up the night before, saying it hurt to breathe, so we took him to the pediatrician the next morning (it's a good thing the doctor had some holiday hours). While we were at the doctor's office, it got harder and harder for Porter to breathe. While we were waiting in the exam room, his eyes started to water and he couldn't talk anymore. He and I had to go out into the hall to find the doctor and bring him back. The doctor gave Porter some steroids and the breathing treatment (it is epinepherine that you breath in). We waited for about an hour at the doctor's office but Porter didn't improve enough so they had us take him to the emergency room at Primary Children's hospital. Porter was terrified. It was one of the greatest days of Dallin's life though. While Porter had to lay in the hospital bed for hours, getting more steroids and just being monitored generally, Dallin got to watch a movie, practice is kung fu kicks in the hallways and go the cafeteria 3 times for lunch and treats. While Dallin sat in Porter's room, snacking and watching Pirates of the Caribbean, poor Porter was only allowed liquids. Luckily, they brought him a slushy (hooray for children's hospital that have snow cone machines inside them). Once, Dallin was watching Porter's heart rate and oxygen monitor and was wondering when the numbers would go to zero. I jokingly told him that we didn't want that to happen because that would mean that Porter was dead. I thought Porter had fallen asleep and wasn't listening but then we saw his heart rate speed up a lot. When I said that, he heard and thought he really was going to die and got scared. We had to reassure him that nothing would happen and then his heart rate went back down. I caught him checking the monitor periodically after that though to make sure he wasn't dying. Eventually, they decided that he was well enough to go home and we have been hanging around the house, playing the Wii since last night. <br /><br /></div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-90027454521685903892010-11-23T18:10:00.001-08:002010-11-25T09:52:38.338-08:004 years oldThis is my little superhero Dallin. Though he likes Superman a lot, he is also happy to pretend to be Wolverine, Iron Man, Batman, or any other superhero that captures his mood for the day. He turned 4 on November 20. He is such a big boy now and we are so happy to have him.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjTWwakNJRtSyMazPKOVYD8Xkl77_LKxKKRpbB6ffC4GDuL1NsyL_zP31wAu1JfVmSP-pO4JzXCPCAiK_UGTk18rd7aU_daWtjCRve8cerfGwatOWMDiyFt0UPtMazsOPVYjIh_bfVQ8/s1600/DSCN2234.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543543604057831570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjTWwakNJRtSyMazPKOVYD8Xkl77_LKxKKRpbB6ffC4GDuL1NsyL_zP31wAu1JfVmSP-pO4JzXCPCAiK_UGTk18rd7aU_daWtjCRve8cerfGwatOWMDiyFt0UPtMazsOPVYjIh_bfVQ8/s320/DSCN2234.JPG" /></a> For his birthday, he wanted to go the aquarium. He was naughty for a while and had to sit out in the hall for pushing and hitting but he eventually settled down and enjoyed everything.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSvNc1w5iAFxEtgvGOh3V4LwzZpU4jByBZrpwDMJFtqqlGroA6dsd8ubNyWBwNHT3l2T1O550eBdO5j-qkh9jfdxaAIpczB6E7Cb4MbZQKi2jKrjoPeNZKD2aC_IHtdWXYJ8Ib6htfHs/s1600/DSCN2239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543543600453665954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSvNc1w5iAFxEtgvGOh3V4LwzZpU4jByBZrpwDMJFtqqlGroA6dsd8ubNyWBwNHT3l2T1O550eBdO5j-qkh9jfdxaAIpczB6E7Cb4MbZQKi2jKrjoPeNZKD2aC_IHtdWXYJ8Ib6htfHs/s320/DSCN2239.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qMCP4Nydw2DN-SZkBGGwjpBih-FRXIt7ut7hWLKvHfFFQEP3MOH86K0O5TPNeTfty5miIQpHST7raYbYmaroVFFuuAX9VeNtJ4Rokrqit1c-MFikLpW4ZFszftxTmORj4k6YQs6PBrY/s1600/DSCN2246.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543543597659079122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qMCP4Nydw2DN-SZkBGGwjpBih-FRXIt7ut7hWLKvHfFFQEP3MOH86K0O5TPNeTfty5miIQpHST7raYbYmaroVFFuuAX9VeNtJ4Rokrqit1c-MFikLpW4ZFszftxTmORj4k6YQs6PBrY/s320/DSCN2246.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TtoVIQx2OT0e_n7LMVll6NTu6Jnkz-6mHecLJrzqHQHppzccNQTV_raduDsCQMjoGCUmeTaLOhYpnczKK3UHEBfK6YBIwMdff8UFP-mkcS4BgdhAN_gEu3gTWTjQyxi4vfTYwtVwAVA/s1600/DSCN2227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543542636041884450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TtoVIQx2OT0e_n7LMVll6NTu6Jnkz-6mHecLJrzqHQHppzccNQTV_raduDsCQMjoGCUmeTaLOhYpnczKK3UHEBfK6YBIwMdff8UFP-mkcS4BgdhAN_gEu3gTWTjQyxi4vfTYwtVwAVA/s320/DSCN2227.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0BVK6k8veHFT8IsseMaSIvcNu-sD4LNCZnLxbHFLzwCVQY2qh5-tZ0NZTuMsvWDKRHK2oP5inA6syX2_4CELdjpL1P4wnxwgwos-O3Ysbh07GdKEQRng_ArNiKEZJjCZcFq5D3fBREw/s1600/DSCN2247.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543542624943272386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0BVK6k8veHFT8IsseMaSIvcNu-sD4LNCZnLxbHFLzwCVQY2qh5-tZ0NZTuMsvWDKRHK2oP5inA6syX2_4CELdjpL1P4wnxwgwos-O3Ysbh07GdKEQRng_ArNiKEZJjCZcFq5D3fBREw/s320/DSCN2247.JPG" /></a><br />After the aquarium, he wanted to eat at T.G.I.Fridays. Unfortunately, the spagetti was not what he thought it should be and he spent a lot of time hiding under the table crying. Upon threats of no birthday cake later and no birthday treat and song from the people at the restaurant, he eventually agreed to eat some of his lunch and then he left happy.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuPWJURYYOlZqEvznlTP6MEyPU8tpMnMWsM6u4h06c-LS8FRDdDvLQHOV9KF2YuyOl02Dkk36s_yT0DQQ7WKbS6F2XOhf6caLeyQB-eBu2O_4AiW2BWnaPW22PO6_ciqXLvm3ArCzU_I/s1600/DSCN2249.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543542616271729122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuPWJURYYOlZqEvznlTP6MEyPU8tpMnMWsM6u4h06c-LS8FRDdDvLQHOV9KF2YuyOl02Dkk36s_yT0DQQ7WKbS6F2XOhf6caLeyQB-eBu2O_4AiW2BWnaPW22PO6_ciqXLvm3ArCzU_I/s320/DSCN2249.JPG" /></a><br />We just got him some cupcakes for his birthday.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf8rFG4wXi1uTlJCFa7HmQdj-Y-OQuG_PVkLdPOlbIvx7Z2-DglCKbMO9d8di8xaniK7_yg3XMu2MZApgtKl1VCESFtTt8mqWpocsDY_vTIXJ1oMp6xMJ3_UW-XV42MFUvehx9Iy2K_A/s1600/DSCN2253.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543542602557749442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf8rFG4wXi1uTlJCFa7HmQdj-Y-OQuG_PVkLdPOlbIvx7Z2-DglCKbMO9d8di8xaniK7_yg3XMu2MZApgtKl1VCESFtTt8mqWpocsDY_vTIXJ1oMp6xMJ3_UW-XV42MFUvehx9Iy2K_A/s320/DSCN2253.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0OiQdLPNf6OqXLT_f1cTriJZBKS9NJIkDXYNxR3H3zohyuP6uYQZr_caClzC4NpIzEk9baQNqJDY3FkdvCl8V0G6ZD9r91ltJGc9RVCr_-prWQJRf8FVfhyvUsnELwJTNUaNrGnVbNTQ/s1600/DSCN2255.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543541061419240546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0OiQdLPNf6OqXLT_f1cTriJZBKS9NJIkDXYNxR3H3zohyuP6uYQZr_caClzC4NpIzEk9baQNqJDY3FkdvCl8V0G6ZD9r91ltJGc9RVCr_-prWQJRf8FVfhyvUsnELwJTNUaNrGnVbNTQ/s320/DSCN2255.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_NI44Nz0i1WiXF60nBvcdZr88LJeBAa6Z93doKzXWNl1ZGXVJIX4dSAd1RTZ5KZXAScD0zqDKAbHZYUo_bXKGI_PJd2_JggU__nAvCxs_xkKg-jJKiUMpMyTMe1CslXXH-u6rKX8jtw/s1600/DSCN2256.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543541042793963842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_NI44Nz0i1WiXF60nBvcdZr88LJeBAa6Z93doKzXWNl1ZGXVJIX4dSAd1RTZ5KZXAScD0zqDKAbHZYUo_bXKGI_PJd2_JggU__nAvCxs_xkKg-jJKiUMpMyTMe1CslXXH-u6rKX8jtw/s320/DSCN2256.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0TC1JxYAR6itrz7gt63duBkDiJPPEx9v_jo7yG_pA9cBb74SOVLx80o6KprdccIL7FqTgP809vN_0PV9mngkJ9V_v8ZZeVeuJeDa0YkFWOk4TNVR4owMDwa-wp_UR4CcR7CkqDDgMvQ/s1600/DSCN2258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543541030451138274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0TC1JxYAR6itrz7gt63duBkDiJPPEx9v_jo7yG_pA9cBb74SOVLx80o6KprdccIL7FqTgP809vN_0PV9mngkJ9V_v8ZZeVeuJeDa0YkFWOk4TNVR4owMDwa-wp_UR4CcR7CkqDDgMvQ/s320/DSCN2258.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3-z-FijWWZKDVApXnjGCyyykhvH-53HHT8l7JGEjRS50Hd_YUwEmPyAJ3vfs3hcemjas5XQI2K9XoZTt0NCJS-WwVyNWL4XxSOHx2iSWgiqmSER-wmiVH0tURvpwcnMz7k4bi7z9BZs/s1600/DSCN2260.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543541025392323730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3-z-FijWWZKDVApXnjGCyyykhvH-53HHT8l7JGEjRS50Hd_YUwEmPyAJ3vfs3hcemjas5XQI2K9XoZTt0NCJS-WwVyNWL4XxSOHx2iSWgiqmSER-wmiVH0tURvpwcnMz7k4bi7z9BZs/s320/DSCN2260.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQ9At6IetuR19exYc49Bvt6m-8355NsEhRfX-8NZ-igb4qTlsdBLp31LaXDx-T_V7x6d5aijNLRmSKT1iKk9HI3R6ka7-HXzpnCIaHnYqbic1e8STKfiQZ_MxYivPH6kkT3YIHVw6EfU/s1600/DSCN2262.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543541017203319586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQ9At6IetuR19exYc49Bvt6m-8355NsEhRfX-8NZ-igb4qTlsdBLp31LaXDx-T_V7x6d5aijNLRmSKT1iKk9HI3R6ka7-HXzpnCIaHnYqbic1e8STKfiQZ_MxYivPH6kkT3YIHVw6EfU/s320/DSCN2262.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Happy Birthday to one of my favorite little Naughties.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-1864577320524225282010-11-16T08:37:00.001-08:002010-11-23T18:09:47.901-08:00gymnastics again(Sorry it takes me so long to get around to posting things. Blame it on my spotty Internet service. That's right Quest, I'm talking about you.)<br /><br />About a week and half ago, Porter and Dallin had their semi-annual gymnastics tournament. Dallin was uncharacteristically nervous and kept making his shy faces. He did a good job with his actual gymnastics though.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTCTBqk8Ee8g7w5kM4So_lKzGLb5vTDtSWJiKSIE7SqRzvDhMh6vhOkkd4IbeCx1fJiFhXoFO3dadAOYl5hkTStDfsYkub_9KVFbwSmdnukeEahBJGuEu1IGGASxU6uAHhzpvQJEF5rE/s1600/DSCN2157.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542894829119488098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTCTBqk8Ee8g7w5kM4So_lKzGLb5vTDtSWJiKSIE7SqRzvDhMh6vhOkkd4IbeCx1fJiFhXoFO3dadAOYl5hkTStDfsYkub_9KVFbwSmdnukeEahBJGuEu1IGGASxU6uAHhzpvQJEF5rE/s320/DSCN2157.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECDNKTJxx4BWgFskMbDYy1tbd8MujCT7HmdYe3XetqrLlngOXoCDh0OKi4vIkpmw5KHbJbvGiT-QHroFCcURjpn3seiVspv3xOywrj63B-h9IGMLz_AiaJ1IjxvtZOQhH0U2JgdWaZAc/s1600/DSCN2156.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542894803704659666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhECDNKTJxx4BWgFskMbDYy1tbd8MujCT7HmdYe3XetqrLlngOXoCDh0OKi4vIkpmw5KHbJbvGiT-QHroFCcURjpn3seiVspv3xOywrj63B-h9IGMLz_AiaJ1IjxvtZOQhH0U2JgdWaZAc/s320/DSCN2156.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5913Cq2Iyyfax3h1yVDERmIO4uxzOIsLF6SN1o7LDF-oCXYnNJUtHBB-nhyphenhyphenk_nFgsNyR0M3UVRu_JiyULMm-7Epc8jS_3GrKZ45PmTIO-_0CP8bFPPJ055nDUfrGdEK4tqqLh3TwTIy4/s1600/DSCN2163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542894776635714018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5913Cq2Iyyfax3h1yVDERmIO4uxzOIsLF6SN1o7LDF-oCXYnNJUtHBB-nhyphenhyphenk_nFgsNyR0M3UVRu_JiyULMm-7Epc8jS_3GrKZ45PmTIO-_0CP8bFPPJ055nDUfrGdEK4tqqLh3TwTIy4/s320/DSCN2163.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKg0pPBxU0zOzNVOPEr3fKPdJh8ou7C57C6FfazJv1sU6yONGwr-ShCAdyobXxUvIL-Bmn94Ezm8Ua8SYdiXn-wnrz-E9Okk8PDYfq9ddY17UOlKeFJxllbZdKthHg3F5fKYZxjyS-O84/s1600/DSCN2168.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542894755827261602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKg0pPBxU0zOzNVOPEr3fKPdJh8ou7C57C6FfazJv1sU6yONGwr-ShCAdyobXxUvIL-Bmn94Ezm8Ua8SYdiXn-wnrz-E9Okk8PDYfq9ddY17UOlKeFJxllbZdKthHg3F5fKYZxjyS-O84/s320/DSCN2168.JPG" /></a><br />When it was Porter's turn, I unfortunately turned into one of those terrible stage moms from Toddlers and Tiaras or something (Joe had a similar breakdown). Porter started out strong on the bars<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEEjEgBMlX6S03Tvh9F8Zzebs_VYtj7beXM5WS_MMFNj7HOOCQbfjWDVh9byGL7fFrWQsJqi3_pafj3XHS2z5TAzcy31IcQi-7s52H1Z-SeIuzsb0l_u91Xqw_5DmSaIDJKxgWz_ATdY/s1600/DSCN2186.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542894737030938482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEEjEgBMlX6S03Tvh9F8Zzebs_VYtj7beXM5WS_MMFNj7HOOCQbfjWDVh9byGL7fFrWQsJqi3_pafj3XHS2z5TAzcy31IcQi-7s52H1Z-SeIuzsb0l_u91Xqw_5DmSaIDJKxgWz_ATdY/s320/DSCN2186.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjquQIPpkcjJsdgR67D8fjOmMuvAs1YL-y69wN-rtJrVg4eeAZ6lwMzJkBW8kOhGH0LF9Q_wpKAE-ynQ_LO57TPZif6xkOWAzErvUGjojQ9TzPfeyturmcCb7Jlb1eX-yOU4TuQEFrjrVk/s1600/DSCN2187.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540191513340813218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjquQIPpkcjJsdgR67D8fjOmMuvAs1YL-y69wN-rtJrVg4eeAZ6lwMzJkBW8kOhGH0LF9Q_wpKAE-ynQ_LO57TPZif6xkOWAzErvUGjojQ9TzPfeyturmcCb7Jlb1eX-yOU4TuQEFrjrVk/s320/DSCN2187.JPG" /></a> on the beam, he could pick to do the easy routine or the hard. He chose the easy. I was annoyed with him, since I know he can do the hard routine and do it well. I still feel bad though, I don't know why it mattered so much to me but Porter is lucky that beam was only the second of four things because I might not have been able to speak to him if he hadn't had floor (which also didn't go as well as it should have for him) and vault to give me time to calm down. Honestly, did I think it reflected poorly on me, that he wouldn't get his participation trophy (because it is not a competition in any sense, it is just an exhibition). Even knowing that he can do it doesn't excuse me. If he feels nervous or something about doing the hard routine one day, I should let it go. I always get annoyed watching other parents try to push their kids into things they are not ready to not willing to do and yet I stood in the corner steaming about his lack cartwheels on the beam. I even feel kind of bad admitting it now, since I could have just posted some pictures and written what a good job they both did.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiL7AA_k6ZwzR1e85bNTWZCAhETvxUbCcoNO-sso_rSkPT67DC_mgmWFE3U0Q4qBC2o-ayWxKdFmIoyrnZz-E9IB6xRN7ywBE23m7AUyw1MsCppxKE7m23BYyJpCZdEjMCz9G_CWaN0bI/s1600/DSCN2190.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540191486893833554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiL7AA_k6ZwzR1e85bNTWZCAhETvxUbCcoNO-sso_rSkPT67DC_mgmWFE3U0Q4qBC2o-ayWxKdFmIoyrnZz-E9IB6xRN7ywBE23m7AUyw1MsCppxKE7m23BYyJpCZdEjMCz9G_CWaN0bI/s320/DSCN2190.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_efp6bK2ziIXE-3SwboV9AcDontLVTtZROozdpTgnYKJsu2fW3VmtubA8ga0cX7QuJLfiCtKdKpUkyFQG8tI9-4f1bXGjtYmHGxepSDME013Gvo7oPoXOse3N-0sMKy_z8IDCPf4QeU/s1600/DSCN2194.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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They are friends with them now and so we went to Red Butte gardens with them. Here are a couple of pictures from that outing. The little girl is Luke's twin sister Callie. It was really pretty and we had a really fun time running around, looking at plants and wildlife.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPHU65Ph8VQnB96DESuWHvDjBoM8rY2ByVEq-BYxyWg8q3XbLdg50nijkZ3zKVuqTxYYNuyoMGsSFCdPtpkLNejR7I2eEOqS3_FXBI9F9fQoYUHFxLg-k_plK59E9jXuUTxdJaz9ZoZM/s1600/DSCN2031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669719212737458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPHU65Ph8VQnB96DESuWHvDjBoM8rY2ByVEq-BYxyWg8q3XbLdg50nijkZ3zKVuqTxYYNuyoMGsSFCdPtpkLNejR7I2eEOqS3_FXBI9F9fQoYUHFxLg-k_plK59E9jXuUTxdJaz9ZoZM/s320/DSCN2031.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyuUrhyphenhyphenglhTLdpuZ8JJwa8eiYqWmaspVCpmBoZKICZasCGVEaMFvUXFxxbBZcodqAfQs_R9vR7EHTv-SRw-Zg8qlupQPnk_3oH-ypjIzoiGQ9bK8m9aO3wR1CDJlr6CkLrgQE_2qk8sfk/s1600/DSCN2036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669712240970914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyuUrhyphenhyphenglhTLdpuZ8JJwa8eiYqWmaspVCpmBoZKICZasCGVEaMFvUXFxxbBZcodqAfQs_R9vR7EHTv-SRw-Zg8qlupQPnk_3oH-ypjIzoiGQ9bK8m9aO3wR1CDJlr6CkLrgQE_2qk8sfk/s320/DSCN2036.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDiOBTcpnCzO-IGV2czYn66lzAjJSGDesUGs4BOgAzxUkdOEpGWcP1MmJNtkzoWYOHfLPu1vpDjsEZlwWUmqBg59cbTNr1mtu9F2HFdcNbJx4nHm_iBu1NdiS1jayyGyPG9XZQBoFoGBI/s1600/DSCN2033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669704928272722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDiOBTcpnCzO-IGV2czYn66lzAjJSGDesUGs4BOgAzxUkdOEpGWcP1MmJNtkzoWYOHfLPu1vpDjsEZlwWUmqBg59cbTNr1mtu9F2HFdcNbJx4nHm_iBu1NdiS1jayyGyPG9XZQBoFoGBI/s320/DSCN2033.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Z7myYn2fFqOyxU2tdwT09xn8ABuNJXmRNeluNnGfeEMAbnWbXQTfxeWbWayoSg5gb0ZJerdcoUF-4HMHPyw_iHQsMmtvPyBXwkfBS5jTUotHvOeCASbddmOx5kmLpgGmbCCKhDoC1no/s1600/DSCN2028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537669694123948034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Z7myYn2fFqOyxU2tdwT09xn8ABuNJXmRNeluNnGfeEMAbnWbXQTfxeWbWayoSg5gb0ZJerdcoUF-4HMHPyw_iHQsMmtvPyBXwkfBS5jTUotHvOeCASbddmOx5kmLpgGmbCCKhDoC1no/s320/DSCN2028.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />One place that Dallin loves to go to is the museum of natural history at the University of Utah. On Fridays now, they have this really great program about the recent discovery of a new dinosaur, the Utahceratops. We met a Utahceratops (though Dallin and Porter were quick to let me know that it was not real)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuw0o0Jr5t09HxN66hqT1OymqU-InGh6F0HOF6XSpXFcny-eSOb-MPMTCydF_pGi7druvMVs0QGhnMbSnv8OtAeg8AWIwAMkH0-d34B-NYLLrxO45BKf-c8OqiMEm7p7rrVqpXeJBGRc/s1600/DSCN2111.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537666744548243522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRuw0o0Jr5t09HxN66hqT1OymqU-InGh6F0HOF6XSpXFcny-eSOb-MPMTCydF_pGi7druvMVs0QGhnMbSnv8OtAeg8AWIwAMkH0-d34B-NYLLrxO45BKf-c8OqiMEm7p7rrVqpXeJBGRc/s320/DSCN2111.JPG" /></a> Pretended to be Utahceratopses (maybe the plural is Utahceratopi)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zlmqI8J26E86d2No6iEfGXeDSQw9Ps5dXVxT-XjT6NS-TJ_vHKzAx1QFwpIatnHYz-A9rLe1CYBE9cbBmSLnW-zbAVltMYSwLbR5BTuE9hW7ZXKtPv90RBzB1mjDc_B0nhEbmbUH8Ss/s1600/DSCN2113.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537660754044895826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EeA4WPd6RTbo0rNd-6NGKFh6FuvWPXjquuejIrpJh1RJS9OpuiWIaVZbsQAvOQGQD8zRoIsADhG-JbEZ0BN7NFcl9RC0XFe3jncuB2uYUqH5vyo0-XkoBBF3COGmssAn_nrxEYZ3FOM/s320/DSCN2134.JPG" /></a>and inspected animal skulls<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG4w4yiafwSiumTAtl814lbzmNcxvsVMYKhr2hQB23PgpcAbJU8MKYRJUuMIglFagbRdS6UGZ3NkCoCY_esstD0yPsprQSWut64JrskZ8fko58PDnxWtiyTsTuEDOzZX67MZ_2bBC_kg/s1600/DSCN2139.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537660744268119170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG4w4yiafwSiumTAtl814lbzmNcxvsVMYKhr2hQB23PgpcAbJU8MKYRJUuMIglFagbRdS6UGZ3NkCoCY_esstD0yPsprQSWut64JrskZ8fko58PDnxWtiyTsTuEDOzZX67MZ_2bBC_kg/s320/DSCN2139.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUz3RYOmozeA1eFdgyWLct0mR94YlwUw_87EdaKBmMDdd76-Cqk_KNNs951RbnPI5ZlAnCz5XWAbLq4lmDx9HA0oGRvHHoPiSILCHnR11o8-raGoWCYrUFDj855-DTh3Zj2nz19Nteo0/s1600/DSCN2141.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535040040662821506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZOEUKDIU2Uzaz5aneBnRTeAtVrWIJDNtUoyxbcggTz6jXnOOtDQ65Q_CtCOkYfLIc_easJopGZUGEao3GyOs3M-1cZCYWEDZXYhrR1MmK4W6o3TTjpp5zq-roPeI00mEFBigl5QMJLI/s320/DSCN2094.JPG" /></a><br />Halloween, it had just started to rain and we thought we might trick or treat<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1MjiNHw3JSdCcjkDt-hYEQmyh4kqvblwCV3xwP__tA9c0CErdCPaJuc3mc1dyPMaExr0lLTS1WPuvaBDJeElqpkxySWB9_HP4sFGCH1N1EdKCZnSFvyzGnF4kZQCPAluIugkfgkedak/s1600/DSCN2097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534983503402625122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1MjiNHw3JSdCcjkDt-hYEQmyh4kqvblwCV3xwP__tA9c0CErdCPaJuc3mc1dyPMaExr0lLTS1WPuvaBDJeElqpkxySWB9_HP4sFGCH1N1EdKCZnSFvyzGnF4kZQCPAluIugkfgkedak/s320/DSCN2097.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibRFaO6LVdt3bPviL2N-IMadqe99GKaYC6a9P1Y313-s8T-TSQ9gatdLH0QItUbgt7725KlQXMTrJDQqY6QsU4UOaa_Dg7gj0Dm1ULN_y3lb8TGrIEd4KrwJ9DVXRyGOQv6kJe50UZaQ/s1600/DSCN2098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534983487648429906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibRFaO6LVdt3bPviL2N-IMadqe99GKaYC6a9P1Y313-s8T-TSQ9gatdLH0QItUbgt7725KlQXMTrJDQqY6QsU4UOaa_Dg7gj0Dm1ULN_y3lb8TGrIEd4KrwJ9DVXRyGOQv6kJe50UZaQ/s320/DSCN2098.JPG" /></a>then the rain started coming down harder and we had to wait for about an hour to try again<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDUVcr_OM1Bx3ijkdno2PsvXVBh86ZJ9E4vwQU-fCLqr50Cqp_abr-tJ7whOtZ6llXii3W2KAOekEDOfDkEy_QNLjCVs0UFGHE6lUAXUcRNa7HCe33zzqLlpp1oBphGmjPLC-ueVNM9M/s1600/DSCN2100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534983482302175650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDUVcr_OM1Bx3ijkdno2PsvXVBh86ZJ9E4vwQU-fCLqr50Cqp_abr-tJ7whOtZ6llXii3W2KAOekEDOfDkEy_QNLjCVs0UFGHE6lUAXUcRNa7HCe33zzqLlpp1oBphGmjPLC-ueVNM9M/s320/DSCN2100.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vydM7iZoy8fC4VJRHwf3K1S6JtYgn76l4QRdMB7PiYejprE_ixyPtaA9-76dbg13xGaLnFcgAqKhu-l52NJkqoTvzbpYQOSTqbEM5bRKbdc0qHi_nSHcLcNgztD5xJWf4pwAblfMVe8/s1600/DSCN2103.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534983476463411538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vydM7iZoy8fC4VJRHwf3K1S6JtYgn76l4QRdMB7PiYejprE_ixyPtaA9-76dbg13xGaLnFcgAqKhu-l52NJkqoTvzbpYQOSTqbEM5bRKbdc0qHi_nSHcLcNgztD5xJWf4pwAblfMVe8/s320/DSCN2103.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We also went to Porter's school carnival but I forgot to bring my camera. It was a jam-packed, fun-filled Halloween and now we are left with two super hyper boys who ate enough candy in those three days to keep them bouncing off the walls for a month. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-57945136470929551882010-10-24T21:26:00.000-07:002010-10-24T22:17:52.835-07:00lost tooth and other big events for Porter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJOwOotcxkmqpJSV16GqffPKmRv8xnAwJtfTeP1OexcygX2qtotdv43loKjNVmPXuY_SLFfaCWdqU_EOHFi-UveXD-5aOIff0q_JcVZ6u1cdIqJmwuCZzzxs2pdZXxQkaxUAjrzUVzLk/s1600/DSCN2061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531838224854050274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJOwOotcxkmqpJSV16GqffPKmRv8xnAwJtfTeP1OexcygX2qtotdv43loKjNVmPXuY_SLFfaCWdqU_EOHFi-UveXD-5aOIff0q_JcVZ6u1cdIqJmwuCZzzxs2pdZXxQkaxUAjrzUVzLk/s320/DSCN2061.JPG" /></a> Today Porter lost his first tooth. It has been a highly anticipated event. It has been loose for several weeks. This week though, Porter seemed to sense the day was coming soon. On Friday, he asked me what would happen if he yanked his tooth out. I thought he wanted to know if it would hurt. His actual concern was getting his money. Someone at daycare had told him that if you yank a tooth, the toothfairy won't come right away, but if you just let it fall out on its own, the toothfairy would come that night. Yesterday, he told me he thought he would lose his tooth by today. He wiggled it and wiggled it until it finally came out tonight. We were playing Wii when it just popped out. Dallin was too excited to play anymore. He wanted to count Porter's teeth now. Joe told Porter that the toothfairy doesn't come on Sundays though and we would report to her and she would bring him money tomorrow.<br /><br />Porter could not fall asleep tonight because he was so excited about the tooth. He told me that he was kind of excited about growing up because he liked losing teeth. He "likes molders" and is happy to get them. I wasn't sure what "molders" were. He explained that they are your grownup teeth. I told him that "molars" are in the back but he would be getting a grownup or permanent tooth in the front. I asked him how much the toothfairy was going to pay him for the tooth. He said that the toothfairy usually brings $1 for each tooth unless you are very good and then you get $2. He believes he will probably get $1. I guess we will see tomorrow.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinG_LF-tRPbECqdmdMi3iUk3TbdYHqNSvPhUqDpvLhRsb-8RJAGJCD3MQjuK7bMBOTfYiwRvMPk55KOkOMtMS9WQjVnNAUz7yUSxjXzxy_Xkbd_UQhdMb2flVwWI5z_eVQ_VDVL4DoMjg/s1600/DSCN2065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531838217502735122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinG_LF-tRPbECqdmdMi3iUk3TbdYHqNSvPhUqDpvLhRsb-8RJAGJCD3MQjuK7bMBOTfYiwRvMPk55KOkOMtMS9WQjVnNAUz7yUSxjXzxy_Xkbd_UQhdMb2flVwWI5z_eVQ_VDVL4DoMjg/s320/DSCN2065.JPG" /></a><br /><br />A couple of weeks ago, Porter decided to buy himself some new Legos. He had been saving his money for quite a while and loves, loves Legos. (Getting paid a dollar per goal in soccer helped a lot too). He had about $25 built up. We also got a coupon in the mail from Toys R Us and they were having a sale on Legos so we all went down there. When we got there, they had some off brand of Legos that had Halo and Iron Man sets on special. If you bought one of the big sets, you got the second half off and you got a smaller one free. They aren't real Legos so Joe and Porter considered their merits for a while before deciding to give them a try. For under $30, Porter got these three sets that he really likes. They even fit with the other Legos. He spent hours working on putting them together. I was proud of him for saving his money for something. I am not a good money saver and I know they temptation to spend was great. Joe and I even kicked in the extra $5 to buy the fake legos to reward him for saving. Dallin also had about $6 and he bought a monster truck with changeable wheels. You can see him in the background of the picture, he is chasing the truck after pushing it across the kitchen floor. (Notice how both boys are wearing their soccer shirts in this picture and the lost tooth picture, even though the season is over, they still want to wear their soccer clothes all the time).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozC-myBBILgaiL_ZWFV1OfeNNwukPYLOwcMpu53mRmQ65AhTayMAnSvX1Go8ajZXFjRIMKY0HUFSQHPwahQFgJYWnSBAh7hi5POoYp4AVO53HiELLY76VVri6LmRvT5_6fRcUcY0lXl8/s1600/DSCN2038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531838213965347874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozC-myBBILgaiL_ZWFV1OfeNNwukPYLOwcMpu53mRmQ65AhTayMAnSvX1Go8ajZXFjRIMKY0HUFSQHPwahQFgJYWnSBAh7hi5POoYp4AVO53HiELLY76VVri6LmRvT5_6fRcUcY0lXl8/s320/DSCN2038.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>Finally, today was the Primary Program. Primary programs are usually pretty great things. I always like watching them. This year, Porter had a part and Dallin's class said a line together. Porter said his part clearly, without getting overly nervous. Porter also sang all the songs and sat (relatively) relevantly for the whole program. When it was Dallin's class's turn, Dallin was the only who said the part. I asked him why he didn't wait for the others and he said they wouldn't do it. Dallin also sang most of the songs and didn't even make any of his funny little faces because he was so nervous. I did catch him rolling up his shirt so until his whole stomach and chest were exposed a couple of times. I don't think he was doing it on purpose though. I think it was just an involuntary nervous kind of twitch. It made me laugh though.</div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-24684222970613854192010-10-16T06:32:00.000-07:002010-10-16T06:42:20.103-07:00first peopleI took the boys to Red Robin last week and there was a picture of Mount Rushmore on the wall. The boys recognized it from when we were there and were excited to see it. Dallin wanted to know when they would finish the bodies and legs of the people on the mountain. I told him probably never. Porter chimed in, "yeah Dallin, because they had legs just like everybody else and their bodies looked like ours. They wanted us to know what their faces looked like because they were alive before anyone else." Then he thought for a minute and remembered that Adam and Eve were the first people. The people on Mount Rushmore might have been like the 11th people on the earth. Dallin then added that we were the last people on the earth. I said that we were so far but I hope we aren't, I hope there will be more people after us. Porter said we were probably the 100th people on earth or something.AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-6349066512619179892010-10-15T14:14:00.000-07:002010-10-15T14:37:11.381-07:00funny stories and naughtinessPorter has taken up with funny explanations of things again. Continuing with his sensitivity toward the elderly (you may remember he would always loudly opine, in front of senior citizens, that they were old and would be dead soon), Porter was asking me why old people walk funny. I asked him what he meant and he showed the little waddle/shuffle that you sometimes see older people doing. I told him that sometimes old people's knees and hips stop working good so it is hard for them to walk. He said that they walk like penguins. He also told me that he saw an old person at the doctor's once who only had one leg. He said, "there wasn't even any blood coming out and she didn't have a bone anymore."<br /><br />I spent most of Monday and Tuesday with the boys looking for costumes. Porter wanted to be a ninja again and quickly found a costume he liked. Dallin had several ideas of what he wanted to be though. I like to think he is just really creative. He wanted to be a fire Batman, a Superman with a Batman cape and red goggles, a dinosaur with one horn on top (there actually is such a dinosaur, he saw it in a book, I can't remember what it is called right now), and a soccer ball. Every costume required a sword too. Finally, he saw a vampire bat costume that he liked but it didn't come in his size. He would not settle for anything less than to be a vampire bat with a sword. We had to go to every Halloween store in the Salt Lake valley before we finally found the vampire bat in his size (well, almost his size, it is a medium, so we had to cut down the legs). Dallin keeps standing on the couch, wearing his costume and flapping his wings, trying to fly. He was telling me that when the trees and grass move (i.e. the wind is blowing) then he will be able to fly outside. Porter disagrees. He told Dallin that he couldn't fly because (1) he was not a real vampire bat, (2) real vampire bats move their wings so fast they make wind, and (3) he is too heavy. Dallin still thinks he can fly and has been trying to move his arms faster to get up in the air. He also likes to wear the costume and try to scare the cats.<br /><br />I took the boys to Golden Corral today for lunch. They had been behaving badly but I figured it was mostly because they were hungry. As Dallin was eating, he said, "this is making me feel better, I don't feel so grumpy." That seemed like good news until he needed to go to the bathroom. Once we got in there, he was mostly fine, though he tried to fill the toliet with toliet paper. I told him he had to wash his hands and that really upset him though. He started screaming and crying. I tried to make him wash his hands, he cried louder. I told him we were going back to the table, he insisted there was still soap on his hands and refused to leave. It culimated with me carrying him back to the table kicking and screaming. As soon as I put him down, he ran crying back to the bathroom. I found him sitting on the floor crying, blocking the bathroom door, while people gathered around him to try to see if he was lost, etc. Little booger. I had to drag him back screaming to the table a second time. He finally settled down because he wanted to have dessert. While we were in the bathroom though, the people at the table next to us must have figured that we left because they stacked all their dirty dishes on our table. When we came back, they didn't take the dishes back or anything. They just pretended it wasn't them and avoided looking at me. I was kind of annoyed. It was disgusting to have someone else's dirty dishes sitting on our table.AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967067197935008786.post-51545466585114386612010-10-11T10:57:00.000-07:002010-10-11T17:41:47.977-07:00soccerPorter and Dallin played soccer again. Joe coached Porter's team. They were the Red Devils Porter is shaping up to a good little soccer player. He scored more goals in his first game than he scored the whole last season. I am impressed with Joe as a coach. He is very patient and good with the kids. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5-bx8GBAMbdllnsuKMpR3kzNGPaSfMF7E5tC7C5o9n5xRKb-ZwVTg7DKqnyUTdmN987peVXRC_m5ElBN8QNQLnHST_BZ4zXTVZ0LEb-BECjyDZA3l3o5Gs7yZVkNtGjBj791S_wWYfE/s1600/DSCN1976.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526856145969062914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5-bx8GBAMbdllnsuKMpR3kzNGPaSfMF7E5tC7C5o9n5xRKb-ZwVTg7DKqnyUTdmN987peVXRC_m5ElBN8QNQLnHST_BZ4zXTVZ0LEb-BECjyDZA3l3o5Gs7yZVkNtGjBj791S_wWYfE/s320/DSCN1976.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3iq8QCVjaaJIT-xpRgyT_p4K1yBmnSSVeIM1Y0p9A6zHfHt7mdqFqdfWxzoJiPcV2QuW6JPWk-zu8zQFMFJ30Qdy-Fi5VdDJrX5JoA4bFfiw9t3pRXhqaUyTHzbtAxs7GIiVEie4n6w/s1600/DSCN1978.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526856137120162978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3iq8QCVjaaJIT-xpRgyT_p4K1yBmnSSVeIM1Y0p9A6zHfHt7mdqFqdfWxzoJiPcV2QuW6JPWk-zu8zQFMFJ30Qdy-Fi5VdDJrX5JoA4bFfiw9t3pRXhqaUyTHzbtAxs7GIiVEie4n6w/s320/DSCN1978.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9ZYRzu-ytNM8pVhHSU3QQAC8xqkjBQDd_nMu1GZX9L7JSTkwkBYmlOckOSUdzA8X-jxtRtjctJI6oGTsgxdxnmfVUZ-BShTRFrDWJe3tKvGanEdxLlOM1d2ZXtLXXPKrpSyB_lFU6Rs/s1600/DSCN1991.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526856133189136050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9ZYRzu-ytNM8pVhHSU3QQAC8xqkjBQDd_nMu1GZX9L7JSTkwkBYmlOckOSUdzA8X-jxtRtjctJI6oGTsgxdxnmfVUZ-BShTRFrDWJe3tKvGanEdxLlOM1d2ZXtLXXPKrpSyB_lFU6Rs/s320/DSCN1991.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP6HHKwur21G2J_oAaLzLEz1PRnqEUZNNUkQooLn9H5ql96mr8uvPngE-jJoD-Bu94iewnwYEYe19oNpn2fFiU8qVWiqvmVriW6bAsjsu0RO-Ky42TL3xQqYH_woNAnmldUJsL0FbXuw/s1600/DSCN1994.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526856126159592882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZP6HHKwur21G2J_oAaLzLEz1PRnqEUZNNUkQooLn9H5ql96mr8uvPngE-jJoD-Bu94iewnwYEYe19oNpn2fFiU8qVWiqvmVriW6bAsjsu0RO-Ky42TL3xQqYH_woNAnmldUJsL0FbXuw/s320/DSCN1994.JPG" /></a> Dallin was on the blue dragons. He had a very nice coach too. We knew him in a round about sort of way. Dallin's coach has a son named Logan who played on Porter's team when they were the blue dragons. Logan's younger brother, Luke, was on Dallin's team and Luke's dad coached. Dallin loves it and tries very hard. He doesn't quite have it figured out yet though. He kicks the ball well at practice, but he doesn't like to get the ball during games. Oh well, he will improve.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtybaMX_d2gtQ0rHnYOi5q8uPV3Kaqob5UZHqrVe-HqucSgbX14wm1p1ArbvNVcJ7jaW3054xQdSEyphpiKXsQhtgle4edBqJxzX0shBNtxTNGS2L_y-6oO9e9ZJsa7qWtk_4W8u8G1c/s1600/DSCN1999.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526852104698470354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtybaMX_d2gtQ0rHnYOi5q8uPV3Kaqob5UZHqrVe-HqucSgbX14wm1p1ArbvNVcJ7jaW3054xQdSEyphpiKXsQhtgle4edBqJxzX0shBNtxTNGS2L_y-6oO9e9ZJsa7qWtk_4W8u8G1c/s320/DSCN1999.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfe1_CX7rXWqVF7Ib4JJN5zpy-fon9x4K3Q6ezvuNhr_FB8Kzz714N5J-73a4lgSpqPXevVuECI67gYE8j-qV6BOWlXttXorg810e5XwrbDQTRxZcOqz6HRFnuslhvGL6s5bt67QPLRg/s1600/DSCN2002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526852100555393890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfe1_CX7rXWqVF7Ib4JJN5zpy-fon9x4K3Q6ezvuNhr_FB8Kzz714N5J-73a4lgSpqPXevVuECI67gYE8j-qV6BOWlXttXorg810e5XwrbDQTRxZcOqz6HRFnuslhvGL6s5bt67QPLRg/s320/DSCN2002.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEogJgYqgZztXuEYQbnUwjcozOE3tCaRCd1jn69MvzzZ5JKw2kjryGlOn0bg0Ce3059jIB6fsDq8TQa29PXrH9T9HaZRzcoO1rw-oPDDnjPTXHZU_T5lOT98NzHWCE_rPFRrTxqxoidv0/s1600/DSCN2003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526852090145545378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEogJgYqgZztXuEYQbnUwjcozOE3tCaRCd1jn69MvzzZ5JKw2kjryGlOn0bg0Ce3059jIB6fsDq8TQa29PXrH9T9HaZRzcoO1rw-oPDDnjPTXHZU_T5lOT98NzHWCE_rPFRrTxqxoidv0/s320/DSCN2003.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVj_F_JNL-O91a-WocirpqDcLSUYmL4NATuzsk5NrpLTAcM5fOPn4SmqrUruDu7LO8cL9C7md4wmBVmShKZGAEPKHfgC51a2922xYGeNEJCr8QqSi-0klFI7B_Rdqr3ALJ-7tlwhsp2e8/s1600/DSCN2006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526852086464421170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVj_F_JNL-O91a-WocirpqDcLSUYmL4NATuzsk5NrpLTAcM5fOPn4SmqrUruDu7LO8cL9C7md4wmBVmShKZGAEPKHfgC51a2922xYGeNEJCr8QqSi-0klFI7B_Rdqr3ALJ-7tlwhsp2e8/s320/DSCN2006.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBJT0bOUzU6pBe8lGi6guSh0vm8ecy2fVyP4NN22XpEXeVKKxqXa9bqfU-eqGKBAVxWO_BsxR24k-NpiycYQCW-ZnPjJuUJ74tx5N-NgOp5pAiShLbV83wRtY9EqM0u4AhSLFAGL0i0g/s1600/DSCN2010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526852077629894674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBJT0bOUzU6pBe8lGi6guSh0vm8ecy2fVyP4NN22XpEXeVKKxqXa9bqfU-eqGKBAVxWO_BsxR24k-NpiycYQCW-ZnPjJuUJ74tx5N-NgOp5pAiShLbV83wRtY9EqM0u4AhSLFAGL0i0g/s320/DSCN2010.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5xonrGdP6m4KgIHcP4ZNj-6Pz4CBkSM-Dpjvht169-UeU7kiufVRgOyRJYH42ZjHrK3uqzUI_t-0Y1tWtZp83RJzaaGr4iLg7gF2kxRrFZckAkEnddDPsJZVQ2ddS-y7PQI-i9KGCvk/s1600/DSCN2019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526850849026409890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5xonrGdP6m4KgIHcP4ZNj-6Pz4CBkSM-Dpjvht169-UeU7kiufVRgOyRJYH42ZjHrK3uqzUI_t-0Y1tWtZp83RJzaaGr4iLg7gF2kxRrFZckAkEnddDPsJZVQ2ddS-y7PQI-i9KGCvk/s320/DSCN2019.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejZbOUBqwK-9lsNZRc9EIZrT1MJqcxqKpjyMU2aLtBEKNG38MERYlvoIVaNN-34PDCOTzJ5VqpUlZFS3xhkVc58DQMyLBH4IS-P5jBbF4vjddUp4mAuueFXjvg9OOXorvLfkhmZvO5VM/s1600/DSCN2026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526850839511887122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejZbOUBqwK-9lsNZRc9EIZrT1MJqcxqKpjyMU2aLtBEKNG38MERYlvoIVaNN-34PDCOTzJ5VqpUlZFS3xhkVc58DQMyLBH4IS-P5jBbF4vjddUp4mAuueFXjvg9OOXorvLfkhmZvO5VM/s320/DSCN2026.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Porter and Dallin with Logan and Luke. The little girl is Luke's twin sister Callie.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0JkHluE_BKhYy16PP3U-2fatTdMt3I-l1KKjkFUm9Ijfa8VQ6bhVRrSK3tLQTGvINtWpT5cvQI4VQyhAqO5qGQWOXnHT9Jy1VvZ1-3R-gK65C0-KVhq8D5laiegAfPCqF-hJ0-dSGvg/s1600/DSCN2027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526850830516914370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0JkHluE_BKhYy16PP3U-2fatTdMt3I-l1KKjkFUm9Ijfa8VQ6bhVRrSK3tLQTGvINtWpT5cvQI4VQyhAqO5qGQWOXnHT9Jy1VvZ1-3R-gK65C0-KVhq8D5laiegAfPCqF-hJ0-dSGvg/s320/DSCN2027.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>AMANDAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15140792125872102488noreply@blogger.com2