You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth

I love My Family

I have watched several friends and family struggle through sickness and death of loved ones these past months and it causes me to reflect on the significance of life and living life in the way the Savior would. After hearing of another friend's baby's illness today I stopped and pondered, my heart ached and tears came. I can't help but feel a greater love and appreciation for my family. It makes me want to be a little more patient, a little more carefree, and little more kind, and little more forgiving.

New Years

Caleb looks good in red.

Paul loves birthdays. He thought the hats meant there was a birthday party so he insisted on singing and blowing a candle out.

Cousin Josh

Happy New Year!

Pat is showing Paul how to make a Coke rocket. Paul loved it.

Christmas Catch Up

My mom sent pictures of our Christmas vacation to Boise. Here are a bunch of pictures of the kids.

Paul and Chris jumping on one of the few non snowy days. Most days we were there the snow was piled on the tramp.

Paul found a dish of Hershey Kisses at Great Grandma Clement's house. Paul had several before anyone noticed.

We have a climber.

Why do we even buy toys?

Daddies are always good at showing their sons a good time. Caleb appreciates any sample you'll give him.

Cousin Chris

Cousin Sarah

Paul loves to paint. He's showing Sarah the ropes.

Great Grandma Madsen doing what she loves when she comes to visit, hold the grandbabies.

Paul and Josh were excellent shovelers. I think Paul is telling Josh to get back to work.

Potty Training Flunky

So potty training had a good start, but somewhere it went dreadfully wrong. The first week Paul was a superstar. All but the pooping thing, but I figured it would just take a few days to get the hang of it. I am discouraged. He will go in his underwear like a diaper and not tell me he needs to go. We will be out and about and I will take him to the bathroom not realizing he's already gone. The few pairs of pants we keep using with stretchy waists are hard to tell if he's wet unless you touch them. He doesn't seem to mind being wet, and I'm talking soaked (even the socks and shoes get it). He'll just keep playing. The novelty of the whole thing has definitely worn off. He cries and whines when I take him into the bathroom now. Today I put him in a diaper and I think I'll try again this Spring. It may seem like I am giving up too soon, but the more I try the more Paul resists. I don't think he's ready.