Cups

Memorial Day BBQ

We love our gorgeous Auntie Kinsey

Future Slugger

Saturday the whole fam cheered Asher on from the the sidelines of his final tee ball game. We celebrated afterward at IHOP. Henceforth we'll heed my dad's words of wisdom, "Friends don't let friends eat breakfast at franchise chains." (Our french toast was like cardboard, and the fruit syrup like snow cone flavoring. But we were there for Ash Man, who was delighted with his smiley face pancake and took home a fine T-Rex crafted by a balloon artist who came to our table.) During his game, Asher kept trotting over to the fans to tell us he had "exciting news" that he would share at breakfast. Finally he spilled it, "My mom is having a baby girl!" Woo hoo! Pants-on-fire-Shayna is already 17 weeks along. Oli and X are so excited for another cousin, due just before Halloween. Congratulations Swiss'!

Drop and give me 20!

Pooch Smooch

Mother's Day

Thanks to many friends and family members who extended warm wishes on my first Mother's Day as Mom. It was wonderful. Sister Hurst even congratulated me ovet the pulpit at church, during her mission homecoming talk. I was so flattered. And my dear Kinners got me a great pair of shoes. Brent outdid himself at dinner--pork tenderloin, lemon garlic shrimp, best salad of all time, mushrooms, bread, and creme brulee with strawberries. All five grandparents and greatgrandparents on the Morley side came for the evening. The boys were wiped out by the end of the day.

Church throws a wrench in their schedules each Sunday anyway. Sacrament Meeting was Wrestlemania with Oliver. He doesn't get particulary fussy when he's tired, but he gets a little spazzy. He flapped, patted, flailed, arched, barfed, yanked my hair out, endeavored to eat my necklace, locked his knees, squealed, slapped the hymn book, chucked toys, grunted, jabbered at the top of his voice, and blew raspberries like a chimpanzee on speed. The Findlays and Vincents in the pews in front and back of ours seemed thoroughly entertained. Brent was playing the organ, so I was glad Marge Tilley, our neighbor, sat by us and held and fed Lennox. He slept most of the meeting, which was all I wanted to do when we got home. No such luck.

I can't believe how blessed I am to be Mom to the two sweetest, most beautiful boys in all the land. Lamb, Oliver and Lennox, you are everything. Kelsey and Heather: I love you forever.

Lovey Lamb

Sunday Evening

Stripes

Springtime in the Rockies

Monday we played in the backyard in a onesie; today (Thursday, May 1st) we woke up to a snow-covered world.