My sister, Lindsay, got married on Friday to Disraeli Rangel in the Mesa, Arizona Temple. The sealing was very sweet. We all had lots of fun hanging out and celebrating their marriage. The reception was especially fun thanks to all the food and dancing. Congratulations, Linds & Dis!
We went to see the Temple lights last night for Family Home Evening and they were beautiful. It was even kind of cold, so I'm starting to feel like it's Christmastime. We saw the nativity displays they have from around the world, which are awesome. We also saw the Christus presentation. There were quite a few people there last night and we had to wait to see the presentation, but Cooper wouldn't go home until we saw Jesus. :) I'm not sure if that was my favorite part of the night or when we walked by a young missionary talking to this woman about our Prophet. He was so excited as he explained to her that we have a living Prophet here on this earth today. His enthusiasm and sweet spirit made me smile. How great would it be if everyone had that attitude about the gospel? It reminded me of how lucky I am to have the gospel in my life.
We got home from the grocery store one day and I was getting after him for putting extra groceries in the cart (of which I was unaware of until I got to my car) when all of a sudden he tells me he has to go pee. We hurried to the bathroom and sure enough he went potty in the toilet. He's been going ever since and surprisingly, he hasn't had too many accidents. It's funny - it's like he knew how to use the potty the entire time we've been trying to get him to go on it, but he just now decided that he was ready to use it. The transition from diapers to underwear has been pretty smooth, of which I am very grateful. Here I thought potty training was going to be this horrible, never-ending nightmare and instead it turned out be be fairly uneventful.
It was weird not to have graduation at the Sun Dome in Surprise, which is where Apollo normally has their graduation and where I and my other 2 sisters graduated. But, hey, as long as there is air conditioning I don't care where they hold graduation. The graduation speakers all did a really nice job and the ceremony went very smoothly aside from the noisy guests. I'm so proud of my sister and I'm going to miss her when she goes off to Utah in a few weeks. I've already told her she can expect me to come visit her soon after she gets there. :)
On Sunday we blessed Hudson in my parent's ward in Glendale. Randy did a great job on the blessing and Hudson was such a good little guy. He hardly made a peep the entire time - mostly due to the fact that he was up at 4am, I think. It was a nice bonding moment for him and me. :) I tried to explain to him that it was a special day and that his daddy was going to give him a special blessing. He looked at me the whole time I was talking like he understood. It was so sweet.
Earth shattering, I know. We're also attempting potty training Cooper. Today he went pee on the toilet for the first time and I was literally jumping up and down with joy. Of course, there hasn't been a recurrence yet. Cooper thinks he's pretty hot stuff in his pull-ups, though. The pull-ups have a picture of a truck on the front of them and if he pees in his pull-ups, the wheels on the truck disappear. He runs to show me every time his wheels disappear (Mom, my wees gone!) which means it's too late to use the potty. I'm thinking about laying newspaper out all over my living room . . .
Hudson is growing like a weed. He had his one month check up yesterday (yes, he's a month old already!) and he was just shy of 10 lbs. He's more alert during the day, which is fun and time consuming - my laundry basket has reached a hazardous height. He's a sweet little thing, though. :)
We had a very nice Easter. We went to church with my parents and spent the day over at their house afterward. The Easter Sacrament meeting program was very nice - the choir did an awesome job and Joey Bingham rocks on the violin. :)
The Easter bunny visited Grandma and Grandpa's house and we even had an Easter egg hunt after the nice dinner my mom prepared. Thanks, Mom! :)
However, the funniest part of the day was right before we were leaving to go home. First of all, Cooper absolutely loves this "Dashmat" t-shirt he's wearing in the video below. One day I could not get him to take it off - he wore it all day after sleeping in it the night before. The funny thing is that I probably wore the same t-shirt when I was his age. Anyway, Cooper's Easter basket consisted of a whole bunch of pirate toys (his latest craze). One of the items was a hook and when someone would throw the hook at him he would act as if he had just been stabbed and would proceed to die. The following video is of just that. Enjoy.
It started as an ordinary day. I took Cooper and the little boy I baby-sit to the park to play. When we got back I realized the garbage needed to be taken out, so I gathered it up and told Cooper to wait while I threw the garbage into the bin in the garage. Big mistake. I had thrown the garbage away and was headed back to the garage door that leads into the house when I heard a noise at the door. It took me half a second before I realized that it was Cooper on the other side sliding the deadbolt into place. I ran to the door and grabbed the handle yelling "noooooooo!" at the top of my lungs. Too late. I was locked out of the house with no way in. No keys. No phone. In the hot garage. Both boys in the house. I felt like Alice being dropped down the rabbit hole. I started banging on the door and yelling for Cooper to let me in. I mean, if he locked the deadbolt surely he can unlock it right? Nope. My hollering scared him and he ran off to some other part of the house.
Now, there was a part of my brain that told me to stop yelling and talk to Cooper. That part of my brain realized I was scaring him and that he wouldn't come to the door until I calmed down. However, that part of my brain was the much smaller part somewhere in the back of my head. The much larger front part of my brain was busy chanting: I'm locked in the garage. I'm locked in the garage. So, when the rational part of my brain realized I wasn't going to calm down anytime soon (by the way I blame my freak out on the pregnancy hormones - those things are wicked) it told me to say a prayer. Once I was able to do that I suddenly remembered the living room window around the back of the house was most likely unlocked. Unfortunately, this is not the first time I've been locked out of the house. It is, however, the first time I was locked out by my two-year-old. Anyway, the last time we were locked out our friend broke in through our living room window and let us in. (Thanks, Josh!)
So, being 9 months pregnant I ran around to the back of the house and managed to get the living room window open and crawl inside. The picture to the left is an old one, but it shows the window I crawled through (it's the one closest to the door). When I got inside Cooper was hiding under our dining room table and Andrew was looking at me like I was crazy. They were both completely fine and the whole ordeal lasted less than 10 minutes. I just wish someone could have taped me crawling through the window with my belly bump, because I must have looked absolutely ridiculous.
