Mar
20
My friend Cat (or Meow as the kids call her), came over the other day with her dogs. Poor dogs.
Elliott got the privilege of writing on the mirror with soap crayons months ago. The first time was a prize for using the toilet for its full potential. We tried to keep the activity reserved for that, but one day I let loose, and now we have art on literally every window in the house. Here are some pictures of the art work at its best. I have yet to erase them, cause I am just so proud of his improvements. Elliott is an artist. And that means I am a gushing proud mother.
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The coolest thing about this video is that it wasnt staged at all. When I have to open the hot oven, the kids have to sit on the rug so they dont get hurt. Elliott (AKA Superman) Sat down next to Neela and started praising her for sitting down.
Along with the videos of Neela and Elliott playing, I also wanted to share some stills we have caught over the last few weeks of them together.
Here are some pictures of our three babies together. Nothing special, just a few pictures to add to the growing time line.
Usually Neela and Roland wake up at least 30 minutes apart so I have a few minutes to change their diapers, get clothes changes, feed, and cuddle one before the other one wakes up. So the other morning when Roland was awake for only a few seconds before Neela was calling for me, I enlisted the help of Elliott.
I had to take a picture of this. Ethan put Elliott to bed the other night. He was in there for a long while and when I went to go wake Ethan up and this is what I saw.
I had to share this. These are raisins we were eating today and Elliott got very excited. With eyes wide and a huge grin on his face he announced “I’m gonna build a caterpillar!” I just thought that was so cool.
As a mom of 3 babies so young, yet all different ages, I have been waiting for this day. Neela sure can hold her own.
I am teaching the women in church on Sunday. I am teaching about this General Conference talk. This has been one of the more humbling and hope filled lessons I have prepared. Its about Motherhood.
(This is the only picture I have of Jennifer and I. We are trick-or-treating as a munchkin from the wizard of oz and a cheerleader.)
There is this story about Jennifer and I. We lived down the street from each other and have been very good buddies for a very long time. We played every day. Literally. We were about 4 or 5 years old, we decided “today is a great day to make some mischief.”