Dec 1, 2009
Nov 23, 2009
Randy and I celebrated our 5th anniversary on the 20th. Crazy, I know. The boys slept at my parent's house for the night, so Randy and I were able to go to dinner and sleep in a little the next morning. Although, Randy had to work a few hours on Saturday morning and my internal alarm clock is set at 6am for Hudson's morning feeding, but it was nice to wake up and not have to worry about the boys.
My sister Lindsay's bridal shower was on the 14th. My sister Brooke, Anna Mae and I threw it for her. It was a lot of fun and Anna Mae went all out with the food. Yum! Thanks to everyone for coming! I can't believe the wedding is in less than 4 weeks. I'm so excited for Linds and Dis! With their wedding in December and my other sister, Bre, getting married in January I'm going to be busy every weekend for the rest of the year. Yipes!
The boys are doing well. Coop is a fireball of energy. He never stops. He would give the Energizer Bunny a run for his money. Hudson is 8 months old now and scooting around the floor on his tummy. I'm just waiting for him to figure out he can move around on all fours. Then I'll have 2 boys to chase after. I wouldn't have it any other way, though. :)
Thanksgiving is just a few days away and I can hardly believe it! That means Christmas is just around the corner, also. Time flies! Anyway, sorry this post has no pictures and is so rushed. Hopefully, my next post will be better. Happy Holidays to everyone!
Nov 2, 2009
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Oct 1, 2009
We had a Mickey Mouse party and his big present was a Wolverine action figure, which he has not put down since he opened it. After we sang him Happy Birthday he told all of us to stand back and then he blew out all 3 candles in one breath. He spent most of the day singing the birthday song, telling everyone he was 3 now and asking me when we could go pick up his cake. He was so sweet - he thanked everyone for his gifts and cake.
Sep 20, 2009
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Apr 28, 2009
Cooper got a haircut:
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. :)
Apr 13, 2009
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.
Apr 4, 2009
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Mar 11, 2009
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.