St George

The week before Easter (March 29th-April 4th), we hit the road and drove down to St. George to see my Mom and Reed and in hopes of some good quality family time with our kiddos!
With NO mountains of laundry and endless messes calling my name!
Ok, so that place doesn't really exist with 3 kids but this was the next best thing!;)

 Steven and Kylie decided to come down last minute too  (and their new puppy, Winston), so it was a full house! It was fun to have them there. We did a lot of things that I decided not to haul my camera to and swimming was one of them. This of course topped the kiddos list of desired activities. They are WaTeR-CrAzEd little people! Good thing we start lessons again in June so that I can maybe stop having anxiety attacks every time we get near a pool because my fearless 3 year old goes sprinting to jump in, completely confident she can actually swim (um, she can't.)!
Deciding that Lexi was too little to expose to the germ-infested waters (and realizing we had no baby swim diapers), I let Chris handle the crazy two in the water while Lexi and I laid in the sun (okay so she was shaded) and read The Hunger Games (FINALLY and I LOVED it!).
Ahhhh. So nice. :)
 We also went to the park, miniature golfing, to  Jumpin' Jacks, and ate at Brick Oven (yum). We  cooked smores one night in the fire pit (pics above) and I've never really been a believer of aliens, but was a little bit convinced one night as Chris and I hot tubbed and were mesmerized by this bright light hovering in the sky (not a plane, not a planet... trust me, UFO was the only logical explanation) above us. It was actually a little creepy, I'm not gonna lie. ;)
{I mean, hello, it was the perfect scenario for the aliens to abduct us....}

Back on planet earth....
I don't know what this place is called but it's downtown and my kids always like to play in the fountains. We also went on a Carasoul ride there.

Our "hike" in Snow Canyon.
This was our first time there and we will definitely go back!
 It was so pretty and just a short drive.
 Those are supposedly some pioneer names carved into the mountain by the actual pioneers. Hmmm... They were a little too perfect if you ask me for 150 year old carvings...
(I know, I know...believer of the aliens but not the pioneers... go figure! Haha;)

On Sunday between conference sessions, the kids got to go on a fun Easter egg hunt in the front yard.
They were of course beyond thrilled for this activity brought to them by Uncle Steven and Grandma Jane.
(are those the cutest eggs that link together like that?!) 

I managed to snatch a few cute pics of this little cutie.

And THIS sweet little one didn't make ONE PEEP our entire 5 hour drive down and back (except to laugh hysterically at Parker for about 15 minutes). She was perfect the entire trip! What an angel! I think she almost has Chris convinced that we could have one more (haha almost)...
Fun times. :)

Good to know!

Parker and Emmie were playing out back yesterday as I was trying to get a few things done in my kitchen. I am usually pretty strict about wearing sunscreen, but was busy and just didn't think about it, especially since it was a pretty cool day (I even had Emmie in a coat).

 I felt awful last night as I noticed how their little faces had gotten burned by the sun!

Then today I happened upon this post (as I was looking for a recipe) about a girl who is a melanoma cancer surviver. She went to the doctor after noticing a small mole turn a different color (I have one on my arm that's been calling my name for months now...) and sure enough it was malignant melanoma and they operated the next day! She went through this twice and was super lucky to have caught it early on!
Some facts that she shared...

 Did you know that children who get sunburned before the age of 18 are twice as likely to get  skin cancer? And that if you don't catch it early, your chances of survival past 5 years are only 10%?!? 10!

I just thought this was such a good reminder of how important it is to wear that sunscreen all.the.time! I have had a nagging feeling to get to the dermatologist for about 6 months now to have a few things checked out... I think I'm going to finally make that appointment. I had no idea how serious it really can be! Chris is a red head and absolutely refuses to wear sunscreen - he just bakes in the sun! Aghh!

CLICK HERE to read the article. If you haven't already visited the Six Sisters' Stuff blog, I highly recommend! Great recipes, crafts and insights!

It's a short post and I highly suggest reading it before you go forgetting to lather up on your spring outtings.

Half a year!

Lexi turned 6 months old on April 4th.

How has time gone by that quickly!?
I just want to freeze her.

She has been such a sweet baby and such a joy to our family!

She started rolling from one place to the next a few weeks back and it has become her favorite mode of transportation. She especially enjoys her new hobby while wearing comfy clothes and a crazy hairdo.

She hasn't started to say any real words yet, but does say "uh-muh" sometimes when she's crying, so I like to think she's trying to say "mama". :) Parker translates it as so and big brother's know best, so we are going with that.
 Her favorite babble lately is to say "buh buh buh" over and over.

She had her first taste of rice cereal last week! She loved it! Well, sort of. She loved putting the spoon in her mouth anyways. :) We're going to start some fruits and vegetables this week. Exciting!
{We hold off on baby foods around here for as long as possible. I don't want to chance any food allergies by starting too soon. Life without peanut butter would be a real drag.  Plus it's what my pediatrician recommends and nursing is just easier, cheaper, and not so messy.}

Lexi looooves her baths and this was her first one in an actual bath tub a few weeks ago while we were in St. George! I must be crazy but I've been giving her baths in my bathroom sink and that pink little tub that you get from the hospital when you have a baby. I haven't wanted to risk exposing her to any of the kids germs in their bath tub (and until I force myself to clorox all their bath toys - they really gross me out), and my tub seems like it's too big and would be a waste of water. So, I've been squeezing her into my sink! So far it's worked fine but we've got to graduate to the real deal soon - she's getting too big!

Red is good

Parker's first love was for strawberries.

He demanded them in the womb.

Literally.

They were my #1 craving while that handsome first-born child of mine swam around in my uterus.

 I ate hoards of them during his 9 month stay in my belly (via my beloved "Sprouts" store in Surprise, AZ!).

In hindsight it's no wonder he didn't want to come out.

 He had his own built-in strawberry IV!

  & from the first moment he tried them as a toddler, it was as though he was reunited with that first love.

 He was smitten.

 Five and a half years later,  he and his strawberry love affair are still strong as ever.

 He will eat a whole flat of them in one sitting if I let him, at any time of the day.

 I have decided that his infatuation with them may be why his favorite color since he could say so has always been RED.

Well, there is lots of love in his little heart (& tummy) for that color...

This last year P has developed an almost equally-obsessed love for another red produce that I have mentioned before...

Tomatoes!

Personally, I refused to touch the red vegetable until I was 21.

{Now I'm hooked.}

 But this 5 year old will pop grape tomatoes like candy.

 (& trust me, this kid knows how to eat candy!)

As for me, I prefer to eat them after 12 p.m., but not him.  He begs for them beginning at 7 a.m. with his breakfast, post his ritualistic waffle with powdered sugar (& strawberries of course).

My little mommy heart smiles (& kind of giggles) as his precious hands and high-pitched voice simultaneously start quivering in anticipation as he asks,

 "Mom, can you get me some tomatoes with my waffle, please?"

*SIGH.*

I love this sweet little guy. How can I turn him down?

Especially when the request is such a healthy one?

Well, I can't.

And I don't.

Needless to say, we're excited for the upcoming months of eating these goods straight from our garden.

 FOR FREE!

We're so looking forward to summer around here!

The little green man invasion

 Parker and Emmie woke up on St. Patricks Day to find that our house had been invaded by a little green man.
 It's true.
 Here in the living room was their first clue of the incident:

The before and after of his night of havoc on our home.
(Pics taken at midnight-ish resulted in the lovely lighting)
 The Leprechaun made quite the mess and left Parker and Emmie to embark on the mission of finding his lost green boots...

Their first clue led them on a freezing morning jog to the mailbox with Dad (which is down the street and around the corner). They found all the clues and gathered some fun treats and a game along the way. The Little Green Man even left his mark in the bathroom.
 Green footprints on the toilet seat and green toilet water.
Ewww.
The kiddos ate it all up
(the fun, not the toilet water).

That afternoon, Emmie dressed up like a princess and went to a friend's princess birthday party, and RAPUNZEL was there.
Rapunzel!
 It was QUITE an exciting day!
Chris just rolled his eyes at the festive efforts, but hey, he just worked all day and we like to have a little fun around here every once in a while. Especially when we have a good excuse for it! :)
We are not just lucky but BLESSED to have these little people in our life! :)

Sunday Chaos Accomplices

In my previous life
 (aka my ignortant pre-children life where I thought kids were simply cute, obedient accessories), Sundays meant a few, nice, edifying and uplifting hours of church, followed by a dreamy, satisfying nap or possibly indulging into a great book, and often ended with a peaceful drive to visit family to celebrate a birthday or holiday, and/or to have a Sunday dinner.
We leisurely took our time and enjoyed our 'day of rest' and worship.
HA!
LEISURE is not a part of my vocabulary any longer.
{*Sigh. Miss you "leisure"!}
A lot can change when three of those "cute accessories" enter into the equation.
No matter how organized I try to be (laying out every person's Sunday best on Saturday night- accessories included, & stocking the diaper bag with snacks and coloring books sacrament meeting essentials ), I find myself SPRINTING and I mean literally to get myself + my three other human responsiblities church presentable and out the door each Sunday. Chris works one especially dreaded Sunday a month and the other three these days he has meetings and therefore is absent in the commotion to get to church.
 Lucky him. :)
There is always some sort of crisis that accompanies our Sunday morning routine.
 ALWAYS.
The baby has a blowout. The baby spits up down my dress. Or in my hair. Emmie gets toothpaste all over herself. Em decides to give her mermaids a bubblebath in the sink and in the process soaks herself. Our lovely dog that is getting old and sickly pees on the carpet. I can't FIND the darn dog to lock in her cage during our absense. Someone's missing a shoe. Or a sock. Someone has a meltdown. Where are the keys?  I can't find my slip that is essential for an otherwise see-through-in-the-sunlight skirt. Emmie doesn't want her hair done. We have to go on a hunt for Emmie's must-have blankie...
Just a few scenarios that inevitably arise on my (sorry to say, but dreaded) Sunday mornings.

A few Sundays ago Chris was working. I was teaching the Young Women (sometimes a crisis in itself). Parker was sick and I knew he really shouldn't even be going.
 (In case you don't know me, I'm not a fan of the mom that brings her sickly children to share the misery.)
Since I was teaching I knew we had no choice, but (the good non-germing mom that I am)  elected that we would only go to the third hour (the hour of my lesson).
So this left me with two extra hours to get my ensemble in order and out the door.
EASY. I can do this!
Thats what I thought.
 We were doing great on time until I was doing Emmie's hair and heard some crashes down the stairs followed by P crying.
Yep.
He tripped and fell down the stairs.
 Head first!
The poor guy managed to carpet burn his face and get a partial black eye. Not even kidding. Of course it was the same unfortunate eye that brought on an Air Med flight a year ago last Fall. Of course. I panicked a little bit. After assessing and consoling, I decided he was okay. Or he would have to be at least until we were through with church.:) But the poor guy really looked like he was in pain.  Hurriedly, I finished Emmie's hair, fed the baby, loaded up  my lesson handouts and props (yes, props -us girls like a decorated table), had E use the bathroom one more time...
and that's when I noticed it. Something in her hair.
 "What's that in your hair?", I asked.
The mumbled, matter-of-fact answer,
"Bubblegum".
Wha-huh?
Seriously?!
I didn't have time. Didn't have time to be mad, or ask questions, let alone slather peanut butter in her hair to get it out, rewash it and redo it.
 We had to GO!
So, we rushed to church.
 Parker with his developing black eye and a nasty cold (that I would normally never expose to his sweet classmates), & Emmie with a huge gob of bubblegum running down the front portion of her hair.
AWE-SOME.
AWESOME!
I kind of had to laugh.
This is SO MY LIFE.
What a sight.
My friend helped me get my kids to class upon arrival.
I instructed P's teacher to sit him in the corner and not let him  breathe on a soul.
 I'm not sure how serious he took me.
And.... I made it.
Made it in time for my lesson.
SIGH.OF.RELIEF!
I am pathetic, YES. I. am.
Am I the only one who scrambles like this?!
Sure appears so.

So here are a few of my accomplices who contribute to this crazy life of mine. P with his banged up eye (this pic does not reflect how bad it was -it really did turn dark blue the next day and a lovely scab adorned the middle of his nose all week), and I didn't have the energy to address E's bubblegummed hair until the following morning. (The peanut butter did work  btw, but I also combed out half her hair in the process...)
In the end, all was well. I did what I needed to do.
We missed the important part of church (the Sacrament) but that had to happen regardless, due to P's sickness.
And what about the littlest?
 She didn't make a peep - not one.
 Slept like an angel my entire lesson. It wasn't until we had gotten home and the kids were eating lunch when I took a peek at my cutie in her carseat and found her like this....

{Yes, her hair is out of control. Does that surprise you?}
Oh Lexi, thanks for being such a good baby.
 I can't imagine how crazy I might be if you weren't as mellow and go-with-the-flow as you are!

So, that's the truth about my life.

I'm sorry if you don't want to be my friend anymore.

But there you have it.
And often we have a very short down time once we've had lunch before we have to repack, rebathroom and rescramble back out the door to a Sunday night family event. The myth of Sunday being a 'day of rest' is just that -  myth! It's unfortunately quite the opposite at our house.
Go ahead. Judge away.
At your own expense, mind you. ;)

Parker asked us on the way to a family dinner the week prior,
"Mom, what time-o'clock were we supposed to be there?". Yeah that pretty much sums up our life these days. Pretty sad when your 5 year old knows what kind of schedule you keep...but that is just how I am handling
3 kids under 5. I like to think I am doing great!
Just as long as I don't have to go anywhere, or do anything.
Just stay home and spend time with my threesome. :):)
Whom I love and adore, despite the chaos they add to my life.

THOSE are my favorite days.
 And the ones I prefer.

{Parker and Emmie are standing on an ottoman. In case you wondered. I'm short, but not that short. :)}

Pre-dinner entertainers

A common scene at our house:

Cute, right?
 I think so too.
As long as the poor girl has a pocket of air to breathe through, it can fall under the "cute" category.
{Not gonna lie....sometimes they are a little overkill and their actions land under "obnoxious" and "relentless" but today we can call it the "c" word.:)}
But this popular little cutie doesn't seem to mind the adoration or attention.
Even in it's smothering form.
Not one bit!

The other night, I was fixing dinner and the older kids had just gotten out of their bath when I heard Lexi giggling. Like a lot.
I peeked over the kitchen island to find this:

 

P and E had pulled up their chairs and were practicing some sort of Vietnemese Tai Chai.
Er something.
 But whatever,
 the entertainment had arrived,
and Lexi thought it was hilarious.

Good thing because they kept her good and happy through the remainder of my dinner prepping.
 (Not to say she doesn't just sit happy as can be regardless of her sibling's attempts at Cirque Du Soleil...)

 

I could be wrong, but
I think P & E kind of like having their very own fan club.
Or is it the other way around? :)

Boy's night makes for a girl's night

A week ago last Monday, Chris announced that he was taking Parker to the Star Wars movie that came out in the theater.

I was all for it.

 The poor kid has watched in surplus his fair share of Netflix Strawberry Shortcake reruns, and dutifully played his part as Emmie's "pince" lately more than any good 5 year old boy should ever have to. He didn't even mind riding on E's pink scooter a few weeks back when she wanted to switch him vehicles midway through our walk.

He is a good sport, that boy (okay, most of the time that is).

 I figured some serious Darth Vader action, spaceship time, & light saber fighting, (or whatever it is they do in those Star Wars movies because I honestly have no idea) would serve to remind him that he does likes boyish things. A date with Dad does a little guy good every once in a while, right? I'd say so. :)

To make sure Emmie didn't get all jealous of their night out, I told her that the girls were staying home and having our own party.

 It worked.
 She was excited.

I realized about 5 minutes after the boys left that she had misunderstood my definition of "party" when she asked when our guests were going to arrive. I quickly explained to her that her dolls and stuffed animals were our guests, and thankfully, she was just as excited.

So we started the party.
 And she wanted to take pictures.
Because apparently that's part of what you do at parties.:)

So we did.

Emmie (in her favorite mismatched hot pink party shoes) and her party goers.

 Quite a diverse group. Even the teddy bear I bought when we were on our honeymoon 11 years ago (cringe that I'm old enough to be married that long...yiiiikes!) made the guest list. Emmie has recently adopted the tattered little guy. Lucky him. :)
She really has a big heart for the misfits.

The three girls.

 I love that the word daughter is now a plural one in our home. I love that I have these girls to do "girly" things with for the rest of my life. How did I get so lucky? And Emmie, she's most definitely girly. She had us singing and dancing our little hearts out (okay maybe more her little heart out) for our guests.

And this little attendee loved every minute of the entertainment!

We ended our "party"  like every good party should, with
chocolate ice cream and oreos.

We loved our girl time!

And Parker felt refreshed and renewed to be a boy upon his return from watching a bunch of Jedis beat each other up.
 Or whatever it is that happens in that movie.

 (That must be close, right?:)
It was all around a successful night. ;)

What's wrong with this picture

Last night.
11 p.m.
Lights on.
E snoring on the floor.
Dog snoozing on the bed.

Don't be startled by the disarray. It's simply Emmie's nightly (& multiple daily) ritual of,
"I should be asleep in bed but instead I'm going to rip apart my room again routine."
A real favorite around here.
On a side note worth mentioning, E's chandelier is so bright I can't believe that she and her new-found bunkmate can sleep with that thing on.
I guess ripping apart the house all day can result in extreme exhaustion.
Heck, I know from personal experience that putting it back together again does.
Exhausted I am.:)
3-year-olds. This thirty-something can't keep up.
I'm just sayin'.
{And yes, we proudly wear xmas pajamas in any season they will fit.;)}

Brave Atticus

The last five weeks have been tough, I have to say. I haven't really felt like blogging - or doing much really, since getting the heartbreaking news about our cute nephew, Atticus' brain tumor. How can we go about the trivial daily tasks when people we love are going through the most excrutiating trial a parent could possibly be asked to endure?  You can never really be prepared for something like that and it was absolutely devastating news to say the least. It all has happened so sudden and came so out of the blue. I am still in awe that when they were here visiting at Christmastime - just a matter of weeks ago, we were all oblivious that anything was even wrong with the cute little guy.

 I see that as a tender mercy, really, that he was able to have a happy, normal Christmas before the cancer was realized. I am also so grateful for the fact that Cindy and Eric decided to trek it out here to Utah for the holidays, rather than stay in Texas.

 I think about how they threw an amazing birthday party for Atticus' fourth birthday on December 17th (see for yourself HERE). If it were me, I may have been too overwhelmed to go all out for the party seeing as how crazy busy December is, not to mention they were sick with colds, on top of the fact that they were trying to get everything together before flying to UT for Christmas. But they had the cutest, most fun birthday bash a four year old could ask for. They made it a HUGE deal.

Little did they know at the time what a huge deal that birthday party really was!

 How forever grateful I am sure they will be for making that day so special for their sweet little Atticus!

No regrets. No regrets. 

It makes me think about daily life and how going the extra mile and trying our best everyday DOES matter. Making the most of the time we have been given is one of the many lessons in all of this, one that I was taught once before with the loss of my older brother. 

It really does change you.

Forever.

There is much to be learned from this stalwart little guy and we are just feel so blessed to have such an amazing, courageous, positive spirit in our family!

We also feel crushed, heartbroken, and breathless for being thrown such an incredibly unexpected curve ball. Many, MANY tears have been shed this last 6 weeks as Chris and I have often found ourselves asking,
 "Is this really happening?".

 I wish the answer were a good one.

What tremendous examples of great faith and strength Eric and Cindy  are to all those who are coming across their story. Hundreds, probably thousands of people are praying for them and prayers being answered! Atticus' symptoms are improving and although we know it may only be for a short while, every moment matters! And you can bet that they are cherishing every second that Atti is feeling well enough to play sports and do some of the active things he loves to do.

Chris flew out to Texas 2 weeks ago and stayed for about four days. He was so grateful for the opportunity to spend those precious days with sweet Atticus.

Here are a few pictures from his trip...

Chris said  that amazingly, despite the physical changes he is going through, that Atti is his same, hilarious, fun-loving, witty, silly, ADORABLE self! 

 

Atti looooves cars. He and Chris spent hours playing with cars, tracing cars, racing and building tunnels for cars. The movie CARS will forever remind me of our cute nephew.

Here is our little champ!

The bravest little man I know.

 Who has the bravest parents I know.

An angel on earth. 

With the cutest cheeks I've ever seen.

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Valentine ramblings

Lexi's gotten really good at
eating her fist while working on her abs.
I need to take notes.
Eating - I've got that one down.
 Abs?
They need some serious work.;)

This was what Emmie wore on Valentines Day three years ago & Lexi reused it this year.
I LOVE that I am able to get some use out of some of Emmie's old things!


 Here is their side by side - Emmie was about 7 weeks older than Lexi in these pictures. I don't think they look anything alike here but people tell me all the time that they do...
What do you think?


Maybe they do more in these pics where the lighting on Lex isn't so bad? I don't know. Emmie has brighter eyes, lighter hair, Hansen cheeks and forehead, and very accentuated dimples.
Lexi has darker hair and eyes, no dimples and a smaller face like me....

& several balding spots like her Daddy. :) Haha.

{Gotta include the big brother...
Here are Emmie and Parker back in 2009. Parker 2 1/2 and Emmie (almost) 6 months!}

VaLeNtInEs DaY...

Emmie and I were pretty sick for Valentines Day. Sore throats, low grade fevers, body aches and raw, runny noses that we'd been fighting all weekend.

 All sorts of loveliness.

I had plans for making/decorating sugar cookies (a Valentine must, right?) and a few other fun things for the kids but none of it really happened. Who really wants sugar cookies rolled out, frosted and decorated by sickly goopy people?

Not me. No siree.

Parker has miraculously managed to stay healthy and had school that morning. He was excited to give out his Valentines for his classmates. He came home eager to put together Valentines for more of he and Emmie's neighbor friends. Many of them live within houses of us so he had fun delivering them at lightening speed and the old fashioned system of leaving them on the doorstep and running. He did this all while E and L napped (strategic in keeping E's germy little hands off of the goods for their friends)  while I watched P run around the neighborhood from the doorstep.

That night we had Buttermilk pancakes in the shape of hearts, topped with strawberries and whip cream, bacon, and our favorite homemade smoothies. It was the perfect meal for the holiday - especially since we (especially me) were so "under the weather" as they say.
 Easy, tasty and festive -what's not to love?

Being so sick earned me a pass to miss the YM/YW activity that night, so my sweet husband not only brought me flowers but also a surprise from Redbox - Breaking Dawn.

 I hadn't seen it yet since it came out soon after I had Lexi (plus who am I kidding - we basically only see 2 movies a year - on Chris' birthday and our anniversary).

And yes - he even watched it with me.

 Or should I say laughed through it with me?

 I semi-enjoyed the books - but really -  the acting is just so bad! And let's face it - some of it is just so awkward. You know what I'm talkin' about. At least I can't say it was the worst one. Nontheless, it was still worth seeing. For me. Chris also gave me a Rod Works gift certificate (home decor) - my favorite store ever!

Despite being sick it was a good day! We're still hoping to get better and be able to make those cookies on Saturday. I can't pass up sugar cookies and better late than never, right?!

Happy Belated Valentines Day from our Party of 5!

Lexi

Lexi turned four months last week!

This girl really does smile ALL THE TIME but of course I was trying to take her picture when all she wanted to do was take a nap.

Get used to it, Lex.

Mom+the camera=a little bit annoying.

Welcome to your life.

It's a good one, I promise. :)

I did finally get a smile out of her with the help of my assistant (aka Chris).

 

She seems to have given up the binky, to my dismay. I still try though. This was the longest any of my babies have taken a pacifier. She is still liking her thumb however, just like her sister. Which is a-okay with me. As long as it soothes her, I'm happy!

 She is starting to drool a lot and she likes to try and eat her fist.

As well as mine.

YES.  Freshly washed - OF COURSE!

 Who do you think you're dealing with here?;)

"Sup?"

Okay so maybe that word reminds me of the 8th grade.

 Nonetheless, I love this picture (above).

Her personality is as laid back as she looks in this photo.

 Most of the time.

Not only does she give out lots of smiles, she is guaranteed to put one on my face, too.

 I can't always say that for my other children these days. ;)
 Oh come on, I am teasing. Kind of. :) Her non-mobility and therefore inability to rip apart my house are unfair advantages over the other two though, I will admit.:)

Have I mentioned that I LOVE this baby??

Well in case, I haven't...

I do! I completely adore everything about her! 

I just LOVE having a baby again and I'm trying to cherish every moment since I know she very well might be our last!

I'm not the only one Miss Lexi is popular with in this house. Her brother and sister can't get enough of her either. I spend half my day yelling saying, okay maybe yelling,
 "Get away from the baby!!".
 Someone has to keep those two from smothering their poor defenseless little sis.
 Even then, the loud reminder doesn't always seem to help.
 It's very sad, but I seem to have a deaf 3-year-old.

On a cuter note...
Parker asked me recently,
"Mom, am I going to be Lexi's Mom and Dad when I grow up?"
 Apparently he thinks Lexi might just be a baby forever. I don't think I'd mind so much!
 And the idea that he thinks he can take on both roles?
 Intriguing...;)

 He also proclaimed a few weeks back,
"Mom, I think that YOU, Emmie and Lexi are the most beautifulest sisters in the whole world!"
 Awww. In his eyes, I'm not only beautiful, but young enough to be his sister. :)
 I love a sweet talking man. :)