Four

See this kid -

He turns four today. FOUR YEARS OLD. I still love to hold him like a baby and smell him while he sleeps. He loves tigger, blanket and spiderman. He sneaks chocolate anytime he can. His clothes never match and his shoes are always on the wrong feet. He is funny and random and unique. He is stubborn and independent. He cannot be bribed, threatened or punished. He stickes to his guns and forces me to stick to mine. He is creative and loud. He helps me clean and is the messiest person in our family. He likes things best when they are his idea. He carries things around. All the time. He loves to sing and listen to music. He has the bluest eyes and squishiest nose. He makes me insanely happy. He is fantastic. He is fun. He is mine.

We love you Blakey! Happy Birthday!

A story about udders

It all began yesterday on our drive to Salt Lake to watch Disney on Ice. Which was great, by the way, except the entire hour spent on Tinkerbell. Anyway, we passed a semi carrying hay and here is the conversation that ensued -

eli -look at that big truck.

me - yep, that's a semi-truck.

e - no mom. it's a hay truck.

m - oh ya. what eats hay?

e - horses and cows.

m - yep.

e - hey mom, you know how it goes in the cow's tummy?

m - yep.

e - then on the cow's tummy you pull their three weenies, you know.

m - um...ya...

e - and then milk comes out. out of their weenies.


He relayed this story to his dad later in the day and his wise father tried to tell him that they are actually called "teets". Nice, right? A swift punch in the arm from yours truly had daddy changing his tune to - um . . . I mean udders. They're called udders.

Happy, Happy Birthday Sister Dear

Happy Birthday, Hailey Jan. We love you at this house.