You're Not The Boss Of Me Now.

Lately, Sam and I have been watching oldie but funny shows on Netflix. One of which has been Malcolm in the Middle. Despite the fact that this show drives me crazy with how chaotic everything is (if I had 4 boys like that I'd go insane) it's pretty funny. And this here clip makes me smile. That Dewey. Pretty cute I'd say.

The Third Month

Dear Abby,

You are now 3 whole months! It has come by so quickly. I remember when I was pregnant with you and I had 3 months left it seemed like an eternity. And now you're already 3 months! Time has flown by.

You are getting cuter and cuter by the day! Your daddy and I can't get enough of you!! Your smiles are getting bigger, and I swear you are even starting to laugh when you get really excited. And boy, you're turning into a little jabber box. Sometimes when we are driving, we'll turn down the music and just listen to you talking to who knows what. You're just adorable.

You're also becoming more aware of your surroundings. I'll put toys on your bouncer that you'll stare contently at, and even get excited and coo at them. You're also starting to look at the books I read you more and when I put you in front of the TV and turn on "Wonder Pets," you just stare at it. You also love hanging out with your cousins. I mean, this picture is proof enough!

I'm afraid you have your mama's arms. You like to grab things and your arm will twist so it looks broken. But it's not. (obviously). You also love to suck on your fists. I love the sucking sound you make on those tiny chubby fists of yours.

One of my most favorite things you've started doing is what I call your 'Cabbage Patch Face.' You suck in your cute bottom lip and it makes you look like a Cabbage Patch doll. 

I mean, how is this not cute?

I've said this before, and I'll say it again: we love you so much Abby. Your daddy and I seem to never talk about anything else but you. We are so glad we have you forever, because this life time just wouldn't be enough.

Love,

 Mommy

PS. You REALLY hate tummy time, and here is a picture to prove just how mad you were at me when I made you do it.

When You Were Born

When you were born

you came quietly,

and with eyes deep as an ocean

you looked at me

and I looked at you, 

and I thought to myself,

I know you!

And my heart heard you say,

I know you!

In that moment

I knew

you were a gift 

from God

and that I would love you

forever.

-Dianna Hutts Aston

Here's to Happiness

So...this past week has been a little hard. Not like terribly hard I'm constantly near tears type of hard, just the type where you think "ok, what next." Needless to say, we have been a little down in the dumps this week.

I follow blog stalk this blog (one of my most favorite blogs to stalk) and she does a Here's to Happiness segment a few times. I figure, what gets you out of gloomy situations more than talking about the good things in life right?

So here is my list of ten things that make me terribly happy!

1. Beautiful fall colors on a Saturday morning hike
2. Smiles from Abby first thing in the morning
3. Blasting "Party in the USA" in the car and dancing to it with Sam
4. Ice cream and brownies for dessert
5. Snuggling down and watching Hocus Pocus as a family
6. The adorable Sunbeams in my ward
7. The sound of Abby's cooing and kicking legs
8. Making friends with other mommies
9. A much needed lunch with my big sister
10. Of course, what makes me the most happy is knowing I get these two forever!

The Cool Aunt

Back when I was little, I thought my older siblings were pretty cool. (I've since grown up and know the truth wink wink.) I remember twice I was able to dance with my sister when she was in Dance Company at Kearns High. Once was the Nutcracker. (I was the tallest bafoon there...or whatever they are called.) Both times, I thought I was so cool dancing with my sister. I also remember one time my 4th (maybe?) grade class went to Kearns High and I saw my oldest brother Jared outside skateboarding. I made sure everyone in my class knew that the boy on the skateboard was MY big brother. And lastly, when I got into high school, I remember bragging that it was MY older brother that used to do the funny movies for Z-News. (is that what it was called?) Anyway. Basically, I thought my older siblings were the coolest.

Well, now it's my turn to be 'the cool one.' I am the cool aunt that my nieces and nephew brag to all their friends about. And it makes me happy. Because I'm really not that cool, but they really do love me. The way their faces light up when they see me. The way they'll run up and give me big tight hugs. The way they let their friends know that I'm their "auntie." The way their friends call me 'Auntie'. It makes me feel so loved. Hopefully they don't grow up way too fast and realize the truth. But honestly, I still think my older siblings are pretty cool, so maybe even when they are older they'll still think I'm pretty cool too.