So last night I was reading a book to Ella before betime, and in the book there was a lamb that was being fed a bottle, but she thought it was a "mommy" sheep. I then said to Ella:

"It's a baby sheep because it's drinking milk out of a bottle. Ella, did you know that our new baby will drink mommy's milk?"

With a sound of concern Ella responded by saying, "Oh no, the baby will drink yours milk?" (gasp) (I'm pretty sure she was concerned that the baby was going to drink my glass of milk)

I then said to her, "Do you think the baby will share the milk with me?" And Ella concluded that the baby would let me drink some milk out of the baby cup.

Just one of the many cute interactions we've had with Ella lately. She's getting to be pretty funny in the things she says.

Last week Lauren had the chance to be involved in her school's imagination/inventors fair, and for her project she chose to present information about unicorns. As you can see in this video she has a flare for presenting. She did a great job on her project and seemed thrilled to be able to be involved in the fair. She had to stay by her project until an interviewer talked with her and then she was free to look around at the other projects that the kids did. Although, once the interviewer came I couldn't get Lauren to leave her station because she said that she wanted to be there in case anybody had questions. I finally tore her away and she and Grant and Ella had a great time looking at the other projects.

We had a really nice Easter this year. One of the best highlights is that we had Stake Conference on Easter Sunday, so that meant no meetings for Harv and we all got to sit together as a family at church. The kids woke us up bright and early at 6:00 and they all seemed very excited about their Easter baskets. Our Easter was complete with a jellybean trail, Easter baskets, a yummy breakfast, cute Easter clothes, going to church as a family, eating a yummy ham dinner with cupcakes for dessert and toped off by an Easter egg hunt in the back yard, and phone calls to our extended family.

In random order these are a few things we've been up to.


Losing teeth! This is tooth number five, but the hardest for me to get used to. My little girl's smile is forever changed.


Listening to General Conference in our "reverence tent". Thanks for the idea Rachel and Anne! It was a hit.

Playing peek-a-boo and hoping for Spring to come.


Taking our agression out on any sign of winter (frozen ice from the gutters) and splashing in the puddles.


FINALLY going to Chuck E. Cheese's for Family Night. Grant was in Heaven!

ONCE UPON A TIME.....there was a beautiful black bead. One Sunday afternoon this bead was discovered by a curious little boy. This beautiful, black bead was lying on the floor, along with other colorful beads, in the primary room of the local LDS church. The little boy looked at this bead and thought to himself, "I wonder if this will fit up my nose?" The little boy then placed the bead in his nose and discovered, that indeed, the bead did fit up his nose. The bead then fell out and the boy thought, "I wonder if I can get the bead to stay in my nose?" Sure enough the boy accomplished this task, but not without realizing that a bead in his nose was not a good thing. The boy looked at his primary teacher with a very terrified look on his face and said, "The bead is stuck in my nose, and it hurts."

Quickly the teacher took the young, terrified boy to his dad. The young boy was then placed on the counter in the men's bathroom so that his dad, along with a medically trained individual, could look up the boy's nose and try to get the bead out. In the end they were unsuccessful, which in turn meant a trip to the nearby children's hospital. Once at the hospital the young boy was delighted to see that he would be able to watch cartoons on Sunday, since there was a TV in the waiting room. The boy thought to himself, "this hospital stuff isn't so bad".

Then the time came to take the young boy back to a room where the doctors could assess the best way to remove the bead. Many attempts were made as the boy screamed and kicked his legs. Finally the only option was to strap the young boy down, but the boy's brave and heroic father saved the day by offering to tightly pin the boy in his arms for one last attempt. With tears flowing from the eyes of the boy and his father, the doctors proceeded to cover the boy's mouth and blow air up his unblocked nostril. Miraculously the beautiful, black bead popped right out! The doctors, the boy's father and the young, curious boy sighed with relief.

As the young boy left the hospital, he told his dad, "That was fun! But I never want to go to that hospital again and see those doctors."

The moral of the story: "Never put beautiful, black beads in your nose!"

So Grant has hit that age where he says a lot of really cute things, but he has also hit that age where he is very sensitive if we chuckle at the funny things he says. One example, is when we had the missionaries over for dinner on Saturday and made steak for them. Before dinner Grant was asking questions about the raw steaks that I was preparing. He asked what animal it came from, I answered cow and Grant said, "I didn't know you could eat cow." During dinner Grant came up to me, whispered in my ear, and said, "can I have more cow?", I laughed and quietly told the missionaries what he said. I felt so bad as I noticed a few minutes later that Grant was sitting on the floor in the family room with a very sad look on his face--I knew right then that I had made a mistake. Luckily he forgave me, but now I know to be a little more sensitive in my response to his cute comments. Here is another funny conversation with Grant:

Grant- "Daddy gives you lots of hugs"

Me-"Ya I know! But why do you think he gives me so many hugs?"

Here I was completely expecting Grant to say "because he loves you" or something to that tune. Instead he says:

Grant-"Because your his owner"

Me-"So because I'm Daddy's owner he has to give me lots of hugs?"

Grant-"ya"

When I told Harvey this he said, "I guess Grant knows who's really in charge in this family." To me I simply loved the fact that the underlying observation Grant had is that Harvey and I love each other and show our affection through hugs. I think I've read a quote somewhere that the most important gift you can give your children is for them to know, without a doubt, that their parents love each other.