Weston had a birthday . . .

He had three friends over and we went mini-golfing and then came back for more golf and presents and cake. Good day! Under budget, too. Weston was sweet to ask for a simple cake (see Garrett's birthday). And the golfing worked out really well, thanks to his grandpa (Jack Cousins), who came along and kept the peace.

He got baptized too, a week later. It was a great day. A camera-less day, inadvertantly. We had a brunch at the church beforehand, it was supposed to be in our yard but it was really rainy. The baptism was beautiful. Three of Aaron's football players came and sang. Grandma Wood and Grandpa Cousins both gave talks that touched everyone. I am so grateful for the gospel. Weston, I think, knew what a special day it was.

I cannot believe we did not take any pictures. I am thinking of having he and Aaron dress in white over at the stake center and take pics as if . . . is that terrible? No, I definitely should do it.

Mouths of Babes

Garrett says, "When I was born in Kentucky, there were 28 horses. And I rode them all. And it was so funny I started laughing." (Comment followed by jovial belly laughing of Garrett, now 4.)

Preschool's Out for Summer!

Preschool was awesome this year. Five moms. Five kids. Five babies (although Lydia was much older than the other babies). We had a blast. Especially when it wasn't our week to teach :) I should have taken more pictures as usual, but here is dirt and worms day:

And here is the day they all thought it would be funny to hide under the lunch table. I admit, I let the happy screaming get way out of hand. Probably 120 decibels.

Next year Garrett gets to go to Miss Amy's Preschool and hopefully we can do the mommy preschool with Lydia. I could be alone at some point . . . . weird.

Here's to Tyler

I ran across some pitures of my brother who is serving a mission in North Carolina. We love you Tyler!

I promise I have done one or two things since march.

But it has mostly been baseball. And I keep forgetting my camera.

Someday . . .

We did have an interesting Weston day. We took him in for neyropsychiactric evaluations in April (results still forthcoming). When I called in February to schedule the appointments, he wasn't doing so poorly, I just hoped we could help him really reach his potential by understanding him more fully. Well, by the time May came along, he was doing so well that I wondered why I put him through all this torture. (Which wasn't so bad, 7.5 hrs of testing, non-invasive, 6.5 in one day alone.) I can't put my finger on it exactly. He deals with life more appropriately for his age. He is more consolable. He is more responsive.

But today was different. We were in Spanish Fork for baseball from 10 to 6. It was a long day, but he has had long days before. When we got home and Weston had to wake up and bathe, he started having some issues. I will spare you the details (they are uncomfortable to say the least), but when he was finally heading downstairs (we are staying at my mom's house) to go to bed, he told me he needed my help getting from the living room to the stairway. Then he collapsed dramatically on the handrail and said, "Well, it looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard way," and proceeded to somersault head over hills and roll down the stairs. ON PURPOSE!

It looked really painful/funny. Can someone explain this?