Walking...sort of

Brigham is almost walking on his own. He is so funny about it, he'll take about 3 or 4 steps and start giggling and then sit himself down just laughing. He loves Mom or Dad to hold his hands and walk him around. Elaine didn't walk until she was about 15 1/2 months either, so guess its hereditary. This picture was taken a few weeks ago, so no he is not sleeping in full jammies when it is 95 degrees out. In fact, he isn't sleeping well lately as he was teething last week and now he's up at 5:30 or 6:00 am with the sun. I need to get some dark drapes for the room to keep this little rooster asleep longer. :)

Kid Sense. . .

This week we'll have been here in Arizona 1 year--wow that went fast! I guess it's true that time flies when you're having fun. We certainly have been enjoying ourselves here. So it was fitting to use these pictures as they were taken in St. George on our way down last year.

I'm not sure where the imagery came from, but the other day I overheard Elaine ask Dallin as she was singing a little song, "Don't I sound like a pretty lady carrying baskets of flowers?" and Dallin inhis typical off the cuff style responds, "No, you sound like an old lady screaming that just got stung by a bee!" He was giggling after, so no feeling were hurt, but what random comments on both sides.

And Taft I swear is going to be in the ER someday. He's always trying to get into what he shouldn't and moving chairs and stools and climbing counters and cupboards to do so. The other day he starts bringing in his mini trampoline from outside and when I ask him what he's doing he tells me he wants to put it in front of the fridge so he can jump up and get the tootsie roll. What?!!! Where do kids come up with these ideas?