camp camp camp

We've reached the week of Girl's Camp! We finally get to see the Candyland Girls Camp in action and I am SO EXCITED. I bet everyone in my life is also excited that it's here so I can stop talking about it... because that's pretty much where my brain has been for months now. But the boxes are packed and the matching shirts have been printed and tomorrow my husband and I will go on a romantic five day get-a-way to the mountains (with about 160 girls & 18 other Stake leaders... give or take.) I'm not sure Matt and I have spent this much time away from technology and the regular world since Spain (which sadly has already been 3 years but still makes me giddy when I look at the pictures.) EZ will be tucked away with doting grandparents (whom we LOVE and APPRECIATE greatly) and we have a brother house sitting to watch the G dog as well as scare away any unwanted guests.

Check. Check. Check.

oh oh oh my heart

Matt daddy taught him the cutest thing a while back and I finally caught a picture of him doing it. He clutches his chest and says "Oh oh oh my heart" but it sounds more like "Oh Oh Oh Myeee Haaaaart" when EZ says it. Then he and Matt go back and forth clutching their chests and saying "my heart" until we all explode into an explosion of cute.

He's also refusing to sit down in the carts on our errands lately and it's wrecking this mother's nerves. Somebody get that child a lap buckle, stat.


Also, some patches as of late. Mama and Daddy drawn by the opposite. What special memories we'll have with all these absurd patches. Good thing he has such artistically talented parents! (wah wah)

Plus train rides and sunglasses and a Saturday spent as a family. So EZ hits his head lit-rally every single day. Bruises or scratches or scars all over the place and there is no way of stopping it. I want to make him wear a helmet because the next time I hear the precious baby head crack on concrete I might just break down in tears. How in the world does anyone make it to adulthood?? 

Oh oh oh my heart. 

museum

we have a pass to the gateway discovery museum & try to go often. it's funny how much he's learned in the few months we've been going (and his favorite things change each week.) it was the "copta!" (helicopter) the first time, and then the water, and then the truck tracks, and forever and always the tractors.

a moment

cereal? peez?

he woke up from a long afternoon nap with funny sunburn lines and a few new freckles. it was nearly dinner time and i'd actually prepared something, but his tiny voice asking for cereal for no other reason than he was thinking about it pulled at strings.

i don't always give in to these tiny requests. tookie? no son, you can't have a cookie right now. fwies? no son, we aren't eating fries today. peetda? unfortunately ez boy, we won't be having pizza for dinner. (and hells bells change your requests! i swear i'm raising you better, right? says the delusional woman called mom.)

maybe it was how he tilted his head to the side and looked up through his long lashes.
maybe it was the sunscreen'd bedhead hair.
maybe it was how we managed to escape a standing crib-poop mid diaper change and make it a successful toilet trip.
maybe it was the way he danced when we flushed and waved "bye poop!"
maybe it was the way he yelled "weedo?" as he looked for his dog.
maybe it was the circle lips when he yelled "oh!" as his arms shook by his side in excitement.
maybe i was feeling tired of saying no.
or maybe i wanted him to know i listened when he spoke.

but i said yes.

and we sat on the front porch sharing a bowl of brown sugar'd squares as he told me about his day.

fwend gus. owwwn car. mommy's car. seazy's home. dump! dirty ew. showel (shovel.) water. swing weee! nigh nigh. cereal. poon? daddy? choo choo! my mail. pway fwends?


it was really great.

and the cereal wasn't too bad either.

phone dump

iPhone photos from May 2013 all in once place to help me remember that sometimes, the good times roll. (and sometimes they don't... but thankfully we don't usually take pictures of those times.)