Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day was CRAZY in the first grade. We had a party with bingo, frosting sugar cookies, putting valentines into helium balloons (we had a tank and all), stories, treats and more treats!! We also exchanged valentines which is surprisingly exhausting! Oh my goodness! January made me forget how excited they all get on holidays. My room mothers are like Martha Stewart's little elves. They are great and put on a great show!

I do have to say that the day after Valentine's Day was fantastic! They ALL must have had a sugar crash or something because we got so much learning done today due to their quiet (over tired) natures.

My mom stopped by last night to give Sabrina her valentine, and she was already in bed. So today she has had a blast with the stuffed frog, sunglasses (that she's been wearing as a bow tie), candy, magnetic letters, stickers, crayons, and all the other goodies. It's been like second Valentine's Day.

Note: My mom also brought a valentine for Paul and I: Two small bags of candy kisses. As you can see, it's the grandkids she REALLY loves! Totally kidding mom! We love you!

We hope you all had a great holiday!!

Happy 26th PJ!

26 years ago tomorrow, Paul's mom gave birth to a 10 1/2 lb. baby boy! This may surprise some of you who have seen his slim physique now. We are sure glad she made it through one tough pregnancy (I haven't ever heard her complain about her pregnancy, but come on, 10 1/2 lbs.! I am sure she had her moments!) because we are so lucky to have him!

You've Gotta Love It Baby!!

Paul and I got the amazing chance to sit on the 5th row at the Jazz game the other night thanks to the Peterson's (Dave and Amy). We had an awesome time! Granted, those Peterson's spoiled us a couple of years ago when we got to sit on the 1st row, but this was just as fun and not nearly as scary (I was almost taken out by DeShawn Stevenson that night). The only down side to the night was this creepy "rubber boy" who was the half-time entertainment. Extreme flexibility always makes me a little uncomfortable. Dave and Amy are always good for a laugh and a good time! We don't see them nearly enough!

Photo Rejects

So, as you can see from the photos on the side, I had Sabrina's pictures taken...finally! We've always felt too poor to do this. Well, we finally bit the bullet and now have over 200 professional shots of her. We were pleased with the outcome and the experience wasn't so bad either because our photographer basically just followed her around the entire time. As you can imagine, having 200 pictures, there's bound to be a few rejects. Here are just a few!







(Note: I am apologizing to the teenage Sabrina right now. We really do think that you are the most beautiful girl in the world. Hopefully, you share our sense of humor that has us cracking up at these, and if not, who raised you?)

I will officially NEVER scrapbook again!

I just wanted to let all of you know, that my days as a scrapbooker (I never really had days as a scrapbooker) are OVER!!! I put all of our 2007 posts into a book using blurb.com (Thanks Tara!) and my book came today! It was super easy and turned out very nice. The best part about it is that I have a journal of our lives for an entire year (actually only since June when this blog began), no mess, no scissors, no glue, it looks great and took me about 45 minutes to put the whole thing together and order it. It did cost about $30, but I would have spent way more at the scrapbook store. I can also go through blurb and order more copies if necessary. You can't put video in it (obviously) and it doesn't automatically transfer any pictures that you put into a slide.com slide show, so I had to manually put them in, and that did take a little bit longer. It also doesn't add the comments made by you into the book, so I guess our posterity will never know how clever you all are! I can't wait until next January when I put together 2008.

Gordon B. Hinckley: June 23, 1910 – January 27, 2008

It was bitter sweet to hear the news that President Hinckley passed away on Sunday night at the age of 97. We are sad to lose him, but feel so thankful that he is able to be with his wonderful wife again. Sister Hinckley's funeral was on the day of our wedding, so he has been without her for nearly 4 years now. That isn't very long I guess, but I always felt bad when he spoke of his loneliness. I can't help but imagine the reunion he is having with his parents too, particularly his mother who President Hinckley hasn't seen for 77 years. We have been reflecting on how thankful we are for his amazing life of service this week and for the tremendous good he has done for mankind and our church throughout his life. We will forever remember him for his kindness, humility, innovation, optimism, testimony, outreach, humor, ease, and smile. This was an extraordinary man. When he spoke, you simply listened. His example and counsel are something that I hope we will forever remember.

My child will never...

look like this. The story goes that on Sunday I went to church with my mom because Paul was returning home from DC and needed me to pick him up during our ward's block. Sabrina wore a great blue wrap sweater dress from gymboree and had pink ribbons in her hair. I love dressing her for church. Well, after church we went back to my parents' house. I put Subby down for a nap and headed to the airport. Paul and I returned to chaos. Sabrina awoke from her slumber to a blow out diaper of massive proportions! It's a good thing that Shelley and my mom were there to take care of her. Shelley used one of Nolan's diapers and got her in the tub. This is when Paul and I arrived on the scene. I am sure this is not the last time as a mother I will make this mistake, but I forgot to bring a spare outfit. There's nothing like necessity to bring out creativity in a mother (and in this case, an aunt). Shelley and I found an old Clear Creek Summer Camp t-shirt in the recesses of the Ricks home, got some scissors, and went to work. Giggling like school girls, we put this dress together somehow. I cut the original pattern, but I must give Shelley credit for the sash!