We Love Visitors

We LOVED having you here this weekend Karl and Connie! And for some absurd reason I didn't get a single picture of you here with us. Jacob was in heaven having his brother Karl to help him cut down cedar posts and all sorts of other random projects. I loved having Connie to chat with, and run errands with, and she was so darn helpful in the kitchen. Especially thanks to her I got my first ever batch of strawberry jam made. Thank you so much! Not to mention the girls who got tons of TLC. Please come back soon!

As for the girls, here is what they have been up to recently:

They found some towels and dressed themselves up as Mary and Joseph. Allie was Joseph- I don't think she had a say in the matter.


Here is Kenna introducing me to her little kitty, "Ponka." aka: Allie. Yes, you may recall this isn't the first picture I've posted with Allie attached to a leash. I'll just say she did it willingly.


The girls love to sit on Jacob's legs to play "popcorn." He says "one, two, three, POPCORN!" And on "popcorn" he bounces his legs up and sends them up into the air. They just giggle and love it!

The girls were playing with the scale in the bathroom this morning so I had them both stand on it to see what they weighed. Turns out they both weigh exactly the same. Yep, despite the 20 1/2 months between them, they weigh the same. The only difference? Allie just needs to gain a few more inches and she'll be right on with Kenna. But then again, she already is in the 100th percentile for her height. Crazy! The problem is now I no longer have any hand-me-downs from Kenna for Allie to wear. Who'd a thought.

Night and Day

Here is one little lady who wanted to me to do her hair today to look like Cindy Brady (minus the curls). Yes, I admit, occasionally my 3 1/2 year old loves her a good episode of the "Grady Bunch," as she calls it:


And here is another little girl who would rather have a rat's nest coming out the back of her head and help daddy herd goats out of the trailer- she's pulling her arm back to give it a good swing at the goat:
The other day I caught Kenna and Allie simultaneously holding each other in a choke hold, neither would give in and let go, both were screaming. Now as I type away on my blog, they are happily playing together in the bedroom just best of friends. Go figure. I love it!

Why is it we always want what we can't have?

Tribute to Allie

First off, we must wish our little Allie Rae a very happy 2nd birthday! My baby turned 2 on Saturday. Kenna told her it was her dancing birthday, so they did a little jig for me. We'll just recap the past little while via experiences with Allie:

Earlier in July the girls and I accompanied Jacob up to Salt Lake for a work meeting. While daddy was working, we headed off with Aunt Steph, Claire, and Blake for some fun at the zoo. Allie loves animals. (Okay, this is about Allie but I really have to add Kenna's experience with the giant elephant figurine at the zoo. It looks like a big african wooden elephant thing that plays a silly little song then blows air out it's trunk. Well, Allie thought it was great and went right up to it. Kenna got within ten feet and, based on her scream of sheer terror, seemed certain that if she got any closer the elephant would swoop her up and carry her down to the depths of the underworld. Yep, all eyes on us. She couldn't get away from it fast enough!) At least the zebras are safe. Allie loves to play with cousins and friends. And eat goldfish from the bag.


After Jacob was done with meetings, we just headed up north to spend the rest of the 24th weekend with family. The ride getting up there, however, was a bit wild. Perhaps it was too much excitement earlier at the zoo. Perhaps she was just really tired. Perhaps she is just naturally plain old fiesty. Whatever it was, Allie just did not want to be in the car. So what happens when Allie throws a fit? She screams. No really folks, S-C-R-E-A-M. As in, I am going to make a down payment on a Miracle Ear because I am quite certain that within a short period of time I will need one. So, we were approaching Brigham City when both Jacob and I had HAD IT. We could stand the tantrum no longer. We exited off and found a great little fruit stand that had closed for the night. I found a little cinder block under some shade and sat her little tushy right down and told her to stay there until she was done. We then sat there a ways off in the car and waited for her to get it all out of her system. I admit we had a good laugh at all the experiences we are having with this whole parenting thing. It took her a while, but she got out all her steam and we were able to finish the ride somewhat in peace. Wow that child can drive us to the point of insanity real quick. Especially in a small confined space. Let's give a shout out to the fruit stand for the perfect time-out locale!



We enjoyed a nice afternoon at the Aquatic Center. Allie loves a good swim. I just love the stylish plastic pcover over the swim diaper that hang out under her swimsuit. Wouldn't it be nice to be a carefree kid again? Just like recently when Allie decided that she wanted to get wet out in the backyard so stripped down into nothing. My cute neighbor informed me she looked over just as Allie was whipping of her diaper. What a show! Of course when Allie does it, that means Kenna can join in. So there, within 2 minutes of me not looking, are my two little naked girls just carefree out on the lawn playing in the inverted swimming pool they filled with water. Way to pay attention mom! At least we remained clothed at the pool.



We enjoyed a fun 24th parade in Mendon. Allie loves a good parade. When the loud sirens come, she's not quite so sure so stays close to daddy. Just do as your sister Allie- collect candy in one hand while plugging your ear with the other:



When talents were being handed out in the pre-existence, I must have been sleeping when it came to gardening. In no way, shape, or form do I have a green thumb. I really tried to do some pretty pots and hanging baskets this year but they didn't make it very far into July. Sigh. What remained were some pots full of dirt. So what happens when a curious little toddler comes across a pot of dirt? This:



The picture just does not do justice to my dirt-covered little explorer. It didn't help that it just stuck to her sweaty little face. This was beyond the wet wipe, so we headed straight to the tub.

Happy Birthday our little Allie gal! You sure give us a run for our money but you are such a joy to have in our home and we love you so much. Thanks for adding so much to our family and always making us smile. And plug our ears. And, thanks for being a sweet little two-year-old who is just happy to be alive and could care less that we didn't get around to eating your cake until after 9:30 at night!