Santa, baby...

Eliza sits on Santa's lap.

"Now, what do you want this year, Eliza?"

"Well, snow books, some play dough, and new pajamas!"

They would never go for this with the real Santa; they both cry.

Josiah blows out his 6 mos. candle

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Josiah

I can't think of much to say about little boy. He loves to play soccer with my exercise ball, which is real cute, he drools, smiles, lifts his head, sometimes is too distracted for eye contact, always of good humor and loves to laugh, loves standing but has real funny feet positioning, wants to sit up so badly and doesn't really like to lay on the floor, but sit up, especially around the end of the day and when we're making dinner. Just taking lots of toys to his mouth, and smiling lots.

I feel he's so much ahead of his parents. He's got such a temperament. He has the secret to life. When he was first born, it was very pronounced the calm feeling that he brought to me, his mother. He is just so chill, and it was not so crazy to have two kids as it was calming, to watch him carefully observe everything around him, his arms and such moving slow like he's still swimming inside, and just observing and squinting at his new world. It just made you take a step back, and it still does.

I've put in my google calendar to watch Josiah sleep for 1/2 hour each weekday (not public calendar, so no, its not there). We'll see if I get sick of it, but it was suggested in Relief Society, reviewing Elder Ballard's exact quote from April General Conference. You know, I think that quote is quite ideal, not to be so into "next bedtime, next this..." but let's get real, moms need sleep, and that's how they get it. I dunno... there is a definite battle between being a housewife and being a mom. They sure don't fit together. Its either neglect kids or neglect house or balance in between, but I tell you what, kids and dinner (knives, hot stoves, small spilly objects) don't mix! Whoever invented housewife-combo-childcare?!

Josiah's dump truck is spotted at the WSU Student Rec Center, where we find Josiah taking a break from driving the truck in order to work out at the gym.

Two months old. He's still my baby!

Why, when our kids are 3 weeks old do we say they're one month?

Last week we started "pre-school," (I guess you'd call it) and when asked how old Josiah was, I'd say "Almost 3 months." WHY?! I'm robbing myself of the full two-months stage. And now, tomorrow, he really will be 3 months, but I've been saying that for over a week when I shouldn't have.

I just feel like I should to explain his height: 25.5 inches, the 95th percentile (Announcement. Wahoo!), and weight: 14 lbs 8 oz (81st percentile). So, today, he just turned 13 weeks old. Tomorrow he'll turn 3 months, and he's not a penny more until October 15, so there!

Josiah's blessing

We had Ben's parents visit us early Saturday at the park and also Sunday, and Brian, Scott, Trent, Adam, and Elizabeth went swimming with us late Saturday evening in Moscow.

Picnic

We took some pizza picnic (easy prep, easy clean-up) to Krugel Park one Friday and floated some boats down the stream. We had fun with cherries and babies! I tried to get good pictures, but they turned out pretty cas', so here the are.

Camille, Mom, Adam, Lizzus, make the rounds to visit the baby

Camille made quite the trip: around the Puget sound, Rexburg to see Brian (for the first time since Chile), Utah, and us! We celebrated with ice cream and a trip to Sunnyside Park.

June 20

Friday, June 20