A little weight problem?

As a parent, should you be concerned about a potential weight problem with your child when the first word after a nap is "Cook"?

Luke's word "Cook" translates to "Cookie" in adult English?

Anger Management 101.

There are a few "firsts" as a new parent. If you haven't figured out yet that life changes loads when you are suddenly responsible for a little creature, you soon will. It's fun. It's crazy. It's difficult and unexpected.
Well, one of the unexpected has thrust itself upon us - Anger Management 101. One minute, Luke can be a happy, little boy that is having fun moving cans and water bottles around the house. And the next minute he becomes a raving lunatic, seemingly upset about something that makes no sense to me or Kathryn. Its like we have a little Andy Bernard on our hands.
Neither of us were angry children (as far as we can remember), and neither of us were really sure how to deal with it. [Disclaimer: Kathryn is a much better discplinarian than I am, which is a good thing. She can deal with him much better than I can.] One day my parents were over for dinner, and he yelled at my mother about something stupid and hit her in the face, and that was about the end of that. She grabbed him and told him he was going to TIME OUT!
Time Out is the first step on our steps going upstairs. Under the stairs are all his toys, and if you sit on the stairs, there is nothing but wall to look at. Luke has recently become well acquainted with this spot.
He fussed, and fussed, crying 'til he was red in the face with tears streaming down his cheeks. Every time he got close to getting out of Time Out, he would yell, "STOP IT!" Time Out would then start all over again. Finally my mom talked him down a little to a mental state of seething calm - that look where you know he's real p*ssed off but he can't figure out how to get out of Time Out unless he behaves for more than two seconds. Once my mom was satisfied that he had paid his debt, she let him get off the step.
He hates the step now and he will do almost anything to get off it once he's there. He will cry. He will yell. He will then act really sweet and try and give you a hug so he can get out (which is difficult because you start to laugh at how hard he is trying to be nice so he can get out). But it has gotten even better now that he has suffered in it a few times. If he is doing something he is not supposed to do, we will now threaten him with the possibility of Time Out, and he immediately starts to chill. We don't even have to put him in Time Out for Time Out to work. Then I realized something about parenting: put in the work at the begining and hopefully you save yourself much more work and hassle later on.
He still has his moments, but it's definitely better now than it was.

Mom's Visit and Suzie Q

My mom came to visit for the ultrasound (oh, yeah: we're having a GIRL!!!) and we had a really fun time hanging out.

I wanted to list all the things she did for us while she was here, because I really appreciated her help.

- Bought our groceries (on more than one occasion)
- Babysat (for a date and then surgery and then a presidency meeting)
- Washed the dishes
- Washed our laundry and folded it (TWICE!)
- Bought fabric for a baby quilt and for a new diaper bag for me
- Took me and Luke out to lunch at Costco twice
- Make us dinner every night
- Bought us Cold Stone one night
- Watched Luke while I took care of Drew
- Bathed Luke every night
- Made Luke a jacket
- Made me a skirt
- Made a new car seat cover (THAT is definitely going to be on Destination: Craft later!)

I'm sure there's so much more. She's such a good mom. I love her to pieces.

Oh yeah, did you catch the part about us having a GIRL!!!????

CRAZINESS!!! For those of you who don't know, I have five brothers (no sisters) and Drew has two brothers (no sisters), so we kind of assumed we were going to have all boys. When the ultrasound technician told us it was a girl, Drew asked, "How sure are you?" She told him 98%. He's so funny. We're calling her Suzie Q, since we haven't decided on a name yet.

BRING ON THE PINK!!! Wooohooo!! (It actually hasn't sunk in, but I'm SURE it will...soon.)

{My mom and I wore him out! He's was mid-chocolate chip cookie and totally conked out!}



{On our way to church}



{What a studmuffin}



{Lukie and Grandma}



{Shades. Basically the coolest baby ever}

My Little Patient

Drew tore his ACL, as I informed you before. Today he had his surgery.

It went well, for the most part. He didn't do so well with the medicine afterward (he couldn't really wake up) but he's doing well.

And already back working. From the couch. Only SEVEN hours after surgery...while still on Vicodin.

Crazy boy.


Pre-surgery






Post-surgery (he's eating grapes, not smoking)

Ahhhh...Conference Weekend

And that means PJ's and cinnamon rolls!