It's random, lovely, full of misspelled words and terrible punctuation. It's about me, Erin, my family and friends, in real life. There's sugar but no sugar coating.
"Come what may, and love it!......Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result." ~ Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin
My number 2 baby is 2 years old today, still in size 2 diapers, has 2 skinny legs, 2 arms (one that's lucky), and 2 ears that stick out a little. His birthday party is Sunday so I will post more pictures.
You can't get a store bought cake that looks that awesome.
After putting "Happy birthday old timer" on the cake, I had a lot of letters left over and punk was the first word that seemed to jump out at me. Plus, sometimes he is a punk :)
Asher learned to peel a mandarin all by himself. It was brought in special from California. Yum!
The boys decided they liked the dog cage.
Learned how to make tamales from a favorite Mexican lady.
Ate a sucker in the shape of a chicken that had chili powder in it.
Helped put in Grandma's doggy door.
Went on a date for the first time in about 3 years. I know, it's just wrong.
We grew mustaches.
See?
Yes, even grandma and grandpa.
Seriously, fake mustaches are a good time.
Lorie may just kill me for putting these pictures on my blog.
Oh, and I got my upper lip wax. It was my first time. Sometimes there comes a time in some girls lives when this becomes necessary. (just like wearing a wig because of female pattern baldness...I see this in my future as well :))
Sorry, we have been out of town.
I always think I'm going to send out one of those cute picture Christmas cards but so far it hasn't happened.
Maybe next year.
So, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from us.
Also, the other day Noah and I were sitting quietly and his tummy growled.
He looked at me with a surprise look and said, "There's a baby in my tummy!"
He then said, "Can you see it?" and opened his mouth really wide.
I told him I could.
He closed his mouth and smiled at me.
That was the end of the conversation.
I laughed.
He's a Grad student. He makes pots. He likes hunting and hanging out with his boys. You can visit his blog at www.checkoutmyblogatmyblog.blogspot.com (or click the picture).
"We artist are indestructible, even in a prison cell or a concentration camp I would be almighty in my own world of art. Even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell." - Pablo Picasso
Asher helps me develop faith. He has a nerve injury on his right arm. He also has trouble gaining weight. He sees an occupational therapist 2 times a week. He is sweet and shy but has a funny personality.
this is our story.
i called him. he said yes. he kissed me. i said, "i love you." he said, "i like you twelve." (that equals i love you.) he said "will you?" i said, "yes". we got married. he started school. we had noah. i became a mom. he became an artist. we moved to pa. he became a grad student. then came asher and i became the mom of 2. we moved back to utah. he became a teacher. me? the mom of three. we are happy. we are blessed.
Children are made readers on the laps of their parents. - Emily Buchwald
