Sweet Stella

Stella turned three months old yesterday. I'm tempted to say that I can't believe how the time has flown, but it's not true. Thanks to her three big brothers, I know all too well just how fast time slips through our fingers and speeds away. Which leaves me feeling particularly anxious to slow things down as much as I can.

So, please enjoy these pictures of our sweet three month old girl, while I go sit and watch her sleep. Because the next thing I know, she'll be all grown.

I'm a unicorn! {hee hee}

Jack's Perfect Morning

Grabbed my shoes and jacket and asked to go ("doh") right after I got out of bed, just like I always do. Except this time I really did get to go right away 'cause it was my turn out with Dad. We ran errands (my trusty BYU volleyball never left my side), and I got to eat a doughnut the size of my head for breakfast. Awesome.

"Vikings Don't Use Bedsheets"

To say that our big boys are obsessed with the movie How To Train Your Dragon would be a serious understatement.

They have convinced themselves that they are real vikings and that our beagle is a fearsome dragon.

Recently, they moved every single stick of furniture out of their bedroom. Ok, everything except for the dresser. They got that halfway across the room before they gave up and decided it would be their Viking table. You know, for making Viking weapons and stuff.

Apparently, Vikings don't use furniture.

They accomplished this all before breakfast.

Later that morning, I came downstairs to investigate when I heard sawing sounds coming from their room. Copper (the latest name Daniel insists that we call him by) was using a butter knife to remove paint from the orange wall in their room.

Apparently, Vikings do not have orange walls.

After I confiscated the butter knives, they moved their mattresses back into the bedroom. They patiently explained to me that Vikings do have mattresses, but not bed frames, and definitely not bedsheets.

Apparently, I've got a lot to learn about Vikings.

But I draw the line at a fire pit in the Viking bedroom.

Even if I have to turn into this lady to get a little respect around here.

proof

Three boys playing happily without any adult input. No fighting and no whining! Just had to record this as proof that it really happened. Otherwise, I might convince myself that it was just a figment of my imagination.

third generation crazy monkey feet

My mom picks things up with her toes. I pick things up with my toes. And now, so does Jack...

we love Kaley

We're all going to miss you when you go on your mission!

good morning sunshine!

We're delighted to see you too.