6 Years..

Six years on August 26th. We rock.

Little Places

When Bradley was just a little thing I used to ponder the little places that my life seemed to revolve around. The crib, the swing, the jungle gym, the bouncer, and my all time fave- the blanket on the floor. All these little places that I would hover over, fill with little toys, sing songs, and cry around. We would spend most of his waking moments cuddled together on his jungle gym or a small blanket with a few toys and diaper scattered around us. Life was so simple... and tiring.



He loved laying under his little baby jungle gym and watching the stuffed animals sway above his head.

I can remember waking up around 5:45 am one morning and putting him in his little jungle gym and laying on the floor next to him. I love that little jungle gym, and have explored it from many angles.

I can remember moving his bouncer from room to room as I cleaned up. I would even put it in front of the shower door and bring a plastic hanger in the shower so I could still bounce the darn thing a few times while I showered.

I just love this picture. Sleeping so sweetly - which never happened- with his dragon watching by.

We would make the neatest little play areas with all sorts of fun things to grab at!

Now we play in big spaces. Huge! My whole house can't contain Bradley and his love to explore. I miss the little places.

Dog Pile!

Saturday morning dog piles are the best!

Three Little Monkeys

Three little monkeys jumping on the bed.

One fell off and broke his head!

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Mama called the doctor and the doctor said...

No more monkeys jumping on the bed!

 

Pioneer Day

Our ward celebrated Pioneer Day (the day that the mormon pioneers reached the Utah valley) by having a good ole southern bbq at Cooper's Furnace. (that is that huge rock furnace behind Brian. It was used to make all the guns in the south for the Civil war, i think.)

There was much bbq chicken, fried catfish, hushpuppies, corn on the cob and watermelon. But before we could enjoy the yumminess we decided to take a hike...
Yep. One of those "it will be real quick; it's just up here; only a third of a mile to go" kind of hikes.

There were signs most of the way, so we knew we were never lost. However I wouldn't say the signs were very accurate. Let's just say the visitor center wasn't a third of a mile away.

Bradley walked nearly the whole way! Brian started carrying him when the trail turned steep.

There was no visitor's center, but we did get to see a great view of the dam. Yes Brian successfully taught our son to say dam, however it comes out as more of a grunt rather than an expletive.

Birth Certified

I'm a slacker. I still don't have a copy of Bradley's birth certificate and he is nearly 2 now.
The hospital didn't even give us a cute non-official version with the hand prints! They gave us a paper that said we could order one for a fee in a few weeks. I figured I wait a few weeks and do it. Then a few months later I got around to reading the form. It is a badly photocopied version of some hospital form for the Georgia Department of Human resources. The first and second page are badly photocopied and talk about two ways to submit the form, and requires that you get a certified check. Sooo I put it off a few more times.

After re-reading it for the 10th time I'm still pretty unclear what my total amount for the certified check should be, and if I should mail it in with a copy of my license, do I add shipping to my certified check and how much should I add, or can I "go in" with a copy of my license and request it, and where exactly is this place that you can "go in"?????

I thought, "Darn it! I'll just google the **** thing!"

So within in 10 minutes I was on a recommended website filling out info to request a copy (the website was recommended by the GA Department of Public Health, so I thought it was legit). There was a $9 fee for the website, in addition to the normal finders fee and shipping fees, but it is allllllll done. Way worth $9. Maybe worth the $20 they make you pay for shipping. At least it is done.

Are We 2 Yet?

I heard gear grinding noises and then the fated, "uh-oh!"

So I walked over to find that the dvd tray would not retract, and in fact would make a horrible grinding noise in attempting to retract. So I grabbed a flashlight and peeked inside to see the slightest hump of a orange crayon. Grr.

Then I grabbed a paintbrush and pencil and shoved them in there to see if I could coax it out, which of course only shoved the crayon further back. (Which is probably why your not supposed to stick your fingers down your kid's throat if they are choking.. good to remember)

So I whipped out my mini tool kit and opened the sucker up! Crayon retrieval was successful. And so was screwing the dvd player back together.

Trouble maker.

I really couldn't help but think, "Isn't stuff like this supposed to happen after they turn into devils at age 2?"
Maybe it is just the moms who turn into crazy yelling idiots at age 2, because I was pretty livid at this discovery. Next time I will have to practice keeping my cool.

The Banana Book

We went to the library a month ago for story time. Afterward, we walked around the library and Bradley spotted this book on the shelves in the children's area. He grabbed it, sat down, and started yelling banana! banana!

So we checked it out. And have read it at least once a day, every day that we've had it. On this particular day we read it no less than 10 times.

The book is due this week... I don't know if he can part with it yet.