8 out of 9 STOPLIGHTS!!!!!

Miss T

This morning Monica was behaving so poorly.  She would insolently ignore our soft attempts to help her start the day in first gear. She chugged so violently that we hardly moved forward (instead we were moving up and down) and she was soooo slow to get going at all.

We had some nasty impatient drivers behind us on the way to school and then when Paul got out to go to class I realized I had to take over driving her. But Now I Can isn't that far away from campus. So I would be fine, right?

Do you know how many STOPLIGHTS are in that supposedly short distance to Now I Can?  NINE!!! And I hit 8 of them!!! This wouldn't be so bad if every time I had to stop I wasn't terrified that Monica would give out and there I would be blocking tons of morning traffic on University Parkway. Each stop was followed by a series of jerks! and chugs! and revving! And hoping she would get rolling forward! Seriously. It was light after light. I could not believe on the day of all days I couldn't catch a traffic light break.

Thankfully I made it to work. And I even made it to the car repair place during lunch. So she is all better now. And watch. I won't hit a single red light this morning.

But tomorrow red lights will be the least of my worries because I will be AT THE WOMEN'S FITNESS CELEBRATION WALK RUN STROLL 5K WITH YOU HOORAY!!

Can't wait.
Love Kk

i Need a computer.

Dear Miss T,

Don't get me wrong, I love my iPad. Seeing you love yours was one of the reasons why I got mine. I love it for internet surfing, picture and video taking, pinterest searching, and even emailing.

But I need a computer.

Because blogging just isn't fun on an iPad. It's really hardly even possible. So forgive me for my absence of blogging, but life will be much more bloggable when I have a computer. :)

Love you, and your blogs.
KK

Living with Boys

KK-

T Bear said from the couch "Mom, I am really into poop." Then he giggled and went back to putting poop stickers on my ipad app.  Boys..... (huge eye roll)

Here are some of my latest adventures with boys:

About an hour and a half before we had to leave for the airport I went into T Bear's room and found he had stuck a lego block all the way up his nose.  It was very stuck.  A brief panic started in me and spread to T Bear as I told him I didn't know how we would get it out.  Luckily I got it out with some tweezers, but I threatened a nasty trip to the Dr office if he did it again.

T Bear: "Dad, I think playing pool bear will make me feel better."

The other day I left T Bear in his room to do some picking up.  When I came back in I found this:

T Bear's imagination is exponentially growing - will I be able to keep up?

And what about Cub?  He is making us smile daily.  He is learning more and more words which is exciting.  Just take a look at this cute face.

Cub's yoga positions

It has been a fun filled summer of boy-lovin'!

-Miss T

Our "Gender Reveal" Party

KK-

Last night we had our "gender reveal" party.  These kind of parties are the new trendy thing to do, so we thought we would try it while we were in Utah with lots of family.

At our ultrasound appointment a week ago, I chose not to find out the sex of our baby, but Big D had to know.  He has kept the secret well for several days.

When we got to Utah, Big D ordered a huge sheet cake.  The inside layer of frosting was either blue for a boy or pink for a girl. When he brought the cake to the house, our boys and all the cousins were so excited to cut the cake.

 Before the big moment, we took a vote:  13 voted for a girl and 7 for a boy.   Then with about 23 of our family members gathered around, I cut into the cake.

And it's a BOY!  Lots of very blue frosting inside.

Honestly, my gut told me it was going to be a boy, but I had been recently sucked into the hope of having a girl.  Either one is fine by me.  T Bear was a little sad, he really wanted pink frosting.  He still ate and enjoyed a big piece of cake.

My wearing a blue shirt was purely coincidental.

It was a fun moment, and what else can I say, I must be a pretty good 'boy mama!'

-Miss T