COWABUNGA

i forgot my swim suit.
to go to a water park.
seriously.
i'm not kidding.
awesome.
my in laws took us to a water park tonight to celebrate dr. scout master's big test!
everyone else had everything they needed in their bags.
but me, no swim suit.
oddly, it worked out great.
max and i enjoyed ourselves in the shade.
even soaked our feet in the baby pool.
brennan left screaming b/c he loved it so much.
seriously, if you live in utah, it's worth a visit.
Hawaiian music, bright, fun colors, and really really good pizza.
i give you,

COWABUNGA,

HE PASSED HIS BOARDS!!!

i just can't get enough of this feeling:-)

happiness just doesn't quite give it justice.

praise the lord.

this was a good day.

a long time comin'.

yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!

HE PASSED!!!!!!!!

the boards;-)

glad you're here

welcome summer.

we're glad you're here:-)

breakfast, wrapped up.

a big breakfast always starts my day off right.
this is my latest and greatest.
breakfast burrito.
scrambled eggs with mayo and salt.
wrapped up in a grilled whole wheat tortilla.
side of fruit.
yessssssss pleasssssssssssse.

lately, i need more laughing.

(he offically hates wearing diapers, but has zero interest in anything other than flushing the potty)

every day i fight myself inside.
let him be 2?
or
teach him how to grow up.
YES.
or both.
whichever answer you like.
the answer everyone will say is "let him be 2!"
it sounds really good.
i know.
but really, there has to be a level of healthy boundaries somewhere.
"moderation in all things," my mom's voice chants in my mind.
laugh, cry, get irritated, or become irate.
those are my most common options of reaction.
right or wrong, they are on the front lines of defense.
laughing usually means he is not touching or breaking anything.
lately, i need more laughing.
did i mention he tore the cabinet off a week ago?
sorry annie, we're on it.
he threw a bottle of my nail polish on the tile floor yesterday.
i was so scared he was going to cut himself on the glass and then i'd have to deal with that too, that i didn't get angry with him.
i threw out my butt and leg and barricaded the spill off from KOO-JO the destroyer while i unwound toilet paper to clean it up.
it was a five year old bottle of 99 cent sally hansen clear polish that had a red tint from using it too soon on red toes.
it's a good thing it wasn't my deer valley and spice OPI.
i may have been angry if it was that.
i WOULD have been angry it it was that.
ironically, those are the moments i am most excited to share with sean in the evenings about our day.
those are the moments that have us rolling at the dinner table.
saying how cute he is.
how wild and crazy.
and they are the moments that i decide really didn't matter that much at the end of the day,
when he's fast asleep and perfect in his bed.
sometimes i'll just start hugging him tightly and kiss his gushy cheeks when i'm so frustrated i want to cry.
or i walk out of the room and pace the house trying to ignore the tantrum in the other room.
stopping to give him the time of day for his feelings seems to help.
everyone just wants their feelings to be noted.
right?
...
i really like the holes he has put into his jeans.
the dirt on his pants and hands is "so brennan."

but i'm glad she's not putting holes in her dresses.
yet.

plumber, but no crack

if i remember correctly,
this goes on until max is about 8 months.
why can't someone figure out how to just let the hair GO DOWN the drain.
gross.

BUMbo

i'm pretty sure i chewed my mom out for putting my first born up on the table like this.
either in the bouncer or the bumbo.
one of the two.
or both.
the warning has since peeled off, as you can see.
my how things change.
how could i leave little miss max on the floor when she wanted to be up with me???;-)

"hungry, hungry, hungry MAN!!!"

i'm no genius,

but i think he was hungry.

the eating machine woke up at 3am for a snack too.
"hunry, hunry, hunry!"
so i fed him some yogurt, cuddled him on the couch, and went back to bed.
next thing i knew the phlebotomist was at our door bright and early.
her name was beth.
she was very pleasant.
it was for our life insurance.
blood, urine, weight, blood pressure.
thankfully i did not pass out.
apparently, that is reserved only for pregnancy blood draws.
best news of the morning?
the scale in our bathroom is 5 pounds OVER.
beth said hers was very accurate.
yesssssssssssssssss!

big leagues

"no!"
"be careful!"
brennan gets sick of hearing them.
i get sick of saying them.
and yesterday, we were sick of them a lot.
it was an "at each other's throats" kind of day in the morning.
i was feeling like a crappy parent.
he wanted me to play all day.
i wanted to clean up my house.
that sounds really dumb now.
then came the cookies.
i was making them for a luncheon,
but i didn't want any of us to eat them.
uh yeah.
toddlers don't understand "not now, later" when the fragrences of cookies are wafting through the air.
i resisted for about 30 minutes too long.
then my patience was gone.
i laughed for a few seconds, covered my face, and just gave up on not ruining his lunch.
it felt good to just relax about the entire thing.
man, i can get so uptight about some things.
so we ate the crumbs that fell through the cooling racks.
went to the luncheon.
where he screamed b/c i didn't have anything to give him but water.
then refused to eat.
i wished i had just stayed home.
then we came home.
i fed him pb&j.
he took a crappy nap.
and we went outside.
the afternoon sun saved us.
he fell off that slide backwards right after this picture.
he didn't cry.
he just wanted to get up and do it again.
boy, we're in trouble.
then he ate two handfuls of big league chew.
and swallowed it.
that should be interesting on the way out.
i loved that stuff.
i hope he learns gum soon.

counter TERRORist!

i came back from putting max down for her nap and found this:

'nuff said.
...
laughing kinz.
video was all scratchy on mine.
pretty sure the camera is about to die.
which would be right on time b/c everything is braking right now.
just in the knick of time.
in the knick of BAD timing, that is.
such is life.
laughing baby will cure all ills.