Still Waiting For Luke

Lola just cannot bare to leave her post when Luke is in the shower and she cannot be right next to him. So she sits outside the door listening to him sing his heart out in the shower and waits. Notice the protective hand on her bone, lest I get any ideas to try and take it for myself.

I can do this.

Some days I realize I am about to start all over again with the baby and the toddler and all that goes with it. I get a little freaked out thinking about it, but then I think it will be ok because I remember how much fun we have had (and still do) with the sweet boys we have now.

Both of these pictures are of Colby.

Nobody knows how to make a mess like Colby does. His room is a constant minefield.



I can do this.

Luke the Runner

Luke attended the Hershey Track Meet yesterday. All the schools from the Springville / Mapleton area attended (about 8 or so schools). It was the 4th grade competing yesterday. Luke ran in the 800 meter and the 400 meter and jumped the standing long jump.

My superstar son WON hands down the 800 meter (2 times around the track). He took off like a gazelle and kept his lead the whole race! Colby and I were cheering our hearts out!

He then ran in the 400 and won his heat and with his time placed 3rd in the overall rankings for the 400 meter.

He was pooped but immensely pleased with himself. His shining moment was when they called his name down as the winner and handed him his certifciate in front of everyone.

He then had a soccer game that night which about killed him after a day of running in the sun - but he scored the one and only goal during a penalty kick and they won the game!

Long day, but a good one in Luke's book.

p.s. Colby was cheering wildly the whole day for his "bestest brother".

How Cool!

How cool is my brother?! And how JEALOUS am I ?!
Chris has been wanting a Harley Davidson for quite some time now. He has been researching and looking and talking about Harley's for just as long.

Today is the day!

Chris' 2007 Harley Davidson! SWEET!
So pretty, I mean tough. Tough shiny pretty motorcycle.



Now all he needs is to license, insure, and helmet-ize himself. I guess they make you get a special license to drive one as well. So he needs to take a couple tests and get a silly learners permit and then a actual special spiffy motorcycle license. What happened to the idea of getting a bike and hitting the road - darn government!

Mini Corey

Everybody used to tell us that Corey cloned himself with Luke. It used to be in looks alone, but lately Luke is turning into Corey. Not such a bad thing, but amusing nonetheless.

I roll out of bed this morning around 8am 'ish and head downstairs where Luke is fully dressed and casually informs me that he went for a run this morning with the dog and picked up the mail. Um, ok.

He proceeds to tell me this joke that he just loves. What says "quick quick quick"? A duck in a hurry. He just giggles and giggles about he hilarity of it.

I go upstairs to get ready and come back down only to find him leading his brother in some very loud karaoke on the machine hooked up to the tv with them both holding microphones. Luke is mostly singing, Colby jumps in on the chorus and has the dance moves.

Luke cannot start his morning without turning on Sports Center, even if it is just on in the background. I have banned talk of sports when I am around, because it bores me and because Luke is obsessed with sports.

Way to go Corey. You should be proud.

Luke when he was around the age of 3. I could eat him up!

This was Luke's favorite spot. In the laundry basket with a book. He is around 5 or 6 in this picture.

This was a birthday for Luke. I think he was 6 and Colby was 2.

Easter Weekend and More

We took a little "getaway" this weekend. We went to SLC and stayed at the Embassy Suites. The boys swam, we ate, the boys swam, we ate, and we shopped. Fun - huh?

My swimmers. You should have heard Colby screech when Corey launched him across the pool. My sweet little girl, I mean boy.

Moving on.

On Easter Sunday we went to DeeDee's house and had a very yummy Easter dinner. The kids had a egg hunt and DeeDee had "Jesus bags/baskets" for the kids. They were filled with candy, toys and money. What a jip. Easter was all about the religious side when we were kids. I don't remember any candy, let alone money in any form of bag or basket. These grand kids have got it made.

Corey has a friend that works in Labor and Delivery in a nearby hospital. We gave her a call on Sunday after church and things were slow out at the hospital so we ran out there and did a quick little ultra-sound on my little growing bundle of joy.

Apparently we were looking for indoor plumbing or outdoor plumbing. That was a bit confusing to Colby - what exactly are we looking for?

I should not be surprised that what we do best in our household is boys. We are expecting another little boy in about 5 months! Luke is going to teach him how to be a lefty at baseball and Colby is going to teach him about Bakugan. We are set.

Conference Weekend

Conference Weekend seems to equal projects. Last Spring Conference we moved into the new house. Fall Conference we painted the new house. This Spring Conference we put together a new loft bed for Luke. This coming Fall Conference I will be birthing. :-)

The new loft bed came out of necessity for Luke having a smaller room and getting to share it with an increasingly growing puppy. The bed is from IKEA. It has a desk and book shelf under the bed which we filled with his books, alarm clock, radio, etc. It has been the obsession of both boys the past few days. They both climb into the "loft" and Luke reads to Colby. Poor Lola sits on the ground staring at them whining that she can't be up there with them. Poor sad spoiled Lola.

Completely off subject....

I should teach Colby that it is ok for a woman to call herself fat but it is NEVER ok to agree with her or regurgitate the word fat in a sentence describing her (If he has any questions about this subject he can just ask Corey).

I have joked about my fat stomach and having to buy stretchy pants to fit. Well, we were walking upstairs to bed last night and Colby was walking in front of me and I was lamenting the fact that my sweet Colby is too big for me to pick up and cuddle. I said "Colby, How come you are too big for me to pick up and carry anymore? It's not fair." He turns to me points at my stomach and says "It's not me, it's your fat stomach." Corey had to jump around the corner to keep the laugh under control. I just stood there dumb-founded, not knowing if I should smack the kid or laugh.